Dear Readers, this is an excerpt from one of the stories featured in my 1st erotica collection Adult Breastfeeding Stories: BOOK ONE. I hope this sexy little sliver of story inspires you to buy the book at Amazon, thank you! xxoo
Our yacht went down several miles off the coast of the small island
where I found myself washed up and stranded, but gratefully alive.
Were there other survivors? I searched for weeks, but none of my
companions found their way to the island shore. Had they been
rescued? I spent those first days sobbing, sleeping fitfully and looking
There had been a party that night, on the boat for our group of
vacationing friends. The storm came upon us quickly and it didn’t take
long to figure out our host & captain was a heavy drinker who spent
more time with his hands on his female guests’ asses than insuring the
safety of his crew.
The storm sent us crashing into monumental waves. We tipped
and tossed until the boat turned over. I had fallen head first into the sea.
When I wasn’t wallowing in despair at my misfortune, while
tucked in the shade of the tropical trees, I was laughing through tears
at what felt like a joke. I was stranded on this island wearing a long,
low-cut red sequined ball gown. I was freakin’ Ginger from Gilligan’s
Island, though a more realistic version all torn and dirty with God-knows-
what tangled in my long dark hair.
After the first week, I was already tired of tripping over the gown
so I tore off the bottom half, leaving just enough skirt to cover the
tops of my thighs. I wrapped a long piece of the torn fabric around my
unruly curls and counted my blessings that there were no mirrors in
this one coconut town.
I’d been here over a month when he found me, or when he
allowed himself to be seen. He was a deeply tan half-naked man with
fear and lust in his eyes.
It was nearly dark, with the sounds of the ocean lapping against
the sand. I was curled up on a bed of leaves, wet and sans that damn
dress. I had just taken a dip in the sea and hung my clothes, including
my matching red lace thong and bra, to dry. The air was still warm as
the sun continued to slide slowly into a long gorgeous slit of scarlet and
orange light bouncing on the waves.
I didn’t hear him next to me. I was half asleep when his warm
hand touched my thigh. I was dreaming, I thought. I was dreaming this
warm masculine hand stroking my skin, spreading my legs, stroking
and pressing and…wait..sniffing me, too?
I opened my eyes and saw a wild man with his head buried
between my thighs, sniffing my bare pussy. I screamed, pushed his
head away, and screamed some more. The Wild Man screamed, too,
jumping to his feet and beating his chest as he scurried behind a tree.
I had never been that scared, even when trying to survive the stormy
sea. The Wild Man and I stared at each other as we shook and gasped.
He didn’t come closer., but I could tell he wanted to.
“Who are you?” I dared to ask, with my arms wrapped around my
full breasts and my bare legs pulled up to my chest.
He grunted and looked me up and down. His hair was long,
tangled and dark like mine. He wore a loin cloth type garment and his
body was broad, sturdy, maybe 6 ft tall. In fact, this man was stunning;
beautiful in his wildness. When he twisted a bit, I could see a long
jagged scar carved down his entire left side. Seeing that, seeing he’d
been hurt and survived something incredible like I had, made me relax
more. It made me want to slide my fingers down his scar and feel the
heat of a man near me again.
“My God, you’re Tarzan.” I whispered and let out a giggle that
surprised even me. My voice startled him again, but he stood his
ground. He seemed both so strong and scared. He didn’t speak, only
grunted and looked very curious about me, about my body. He seemed
to truly not know what a woman was.
My own curiosity got the better of me. I slowly stood up and
dropped my arms from my breasts. I watched him looking at every
inch of me in a way no other man ever had before. His bold stare
instantly aroused me. I feared him and wanted him. I was pretty sure
he felt the same way about me.
I stayed where I was and started to slowly stroke my own body,
still watching his eyes. My skin was still a bit wet as I smoothed my
fingers down my neck….down my chest…and over my right breast,
stopping to cup it while pinching my nipple between my fingers and
He took a step forward as I squeezed my nipple. He locked his
eyes on my breasts and started to breathe more heavily. I took a step
toward him, now cupping and stroking both of my heavy breasts and
holding them up for him to see.
He inched closer, never taking his eyes off my dark brown nipples.
Two more steps and we’d be touching. I saw his loin cloth start to
stretch and tighten as his erection pushed up and out. He was so
provocative to me. He smelled of wind and salt and sweat. I lifted my
breasts higher, tugging my nipples and watching his mouth open and
his eyes grow the deepest navy blue.
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