John lay on the sand, staring up into the sky. The soft sound of waves caressing the beach drifted through his ears, and the salty aroma of the ocean drifted through his nostrils. As he watched the blank blue expanse above him in an equally blank manner, he could not prevent a thought from drifting through his mind. Though vague and billowy, like a cloud, th...
You would call me an Arab Prince. I am in my thirties and am very much for real. What I write here is true but I must shelter a little so that my stories cannot be traced back to me. I stand just over five foot ten, weigh one hundred and seventy-five pounds and am clean shaven. I have been told I look a little like Omar Shariff, but I do not believe that to...
We're at our neighborhood's little beach with my family. After a swim we decide to take the kayak out for a trip around Cabbage Island, about half a mile off shore. We paddle into the bay and as we round the northern tip of the island, there's an area where we can pull up. It's private property but this little spit is barely connected to the island and no on...
More than half a year has gone by since Bonnie and I were rescued off that island. They, I'm not sure who exactly, named that island after us: Watson-Kemper Island. Watson is my last name, and Kemper hers. The media went wild over our story. Two VF-150 Passengers Survive for Two Years on Undiscovered Island. Bonnie and I had about one week at the hospital be...
Somewhere on the South American islands of the Parovian Atoll, a party was underway. It was New Years day, but like any other day on the island paradise of Parovia, every day was a party day. The beaches were full. The clubs were loud. The pools crowded with scantily clad tourists. Huge skyscraper hotels, entire villages of bungalows and tiki styled villas f...
Author's Note: This story is one in a series of inter-related stories regarding women with penises. The stories will be related but will not be true sequels. That means you can read one "Island for Dickgirls" story and never read another, read them in any order, or (hopefully) read them all. To aid readers, I will include the same "introduction" section in e...
John woke up with a start. He lay in a large Queen-sized bed of silk sheets and soft pillows. The light of the morning sun gently illuminating the room through a set of open doors. "What the fuck?!" John was naked. He looked around the room, trying to remember how he got there but kept drawing a blank. The entire room was white, white dresser, whit...
I always thought that I could handle a small sailing vessel fairly well, but nature has a way of making us humble again once our egos get the better of us. Let me explain. My name is Tom Jones--no, I'm not the signer, I just share the name with him--and I am a very well off 30-something who inherited literally a ton of money when his father and mother were...
Here I was, boarding a plane headed for a remote island resort in the South Pacific for a two-week vacation. The odd part of this scenario is that I don't like flying, I could not afford a vacation, and I didn't really want to go to the South Pacific. So why was I here? I won the trip in a contest sponsored by one of the parts houses that I buy parts from f...
A work of fiction *** This is a work of fiction and therefore any similarities to persons real or fictional who dumped a Lockheed Model 10 paid for by Purdue University into the Pacific Ocean on a warm July day over eighty years ago is purely coincidental. Besides, the end of this story is much nicer than what likely happened. *** In the story Millie is...