This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination.
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Sun, sand, surf.
Welcome to The Island where locals, tourists, and foreign settlers intermingle in an organized chaos of social cohesion. The vibe is magical. You would never feel alone because everyone chats with anyone casually with warm smiles on their face. Maybe it’s the abundance of the sunshine in a lush tropical land of coconuts where sunkissed skin is a statement of identity and style. There’s a positive peer pressure to get out more in the sun to get tanned. Mestizo/mestiza is out; moreno/morena is in! Maybe it’s the laid back and chill vibe of surfing stoke. Whatever the case may be, stories of delicious sensuality lie in its underbelly.
“The Island provides,” a foreign settler says as tourists come and go every day, every week as he swipes his free time away on Tinder on the hunt for ladies who are DTF.
She is new to The Island. She’s a fit Filipina digital nomad looking to reset her life; a Pinay beauty with a bright personality and prides herself on owning her sexuality.
He is a fit Russian beau. Not cute enough in the face for her liking but it’s alright. His lean yet muscly physique of big biceps, broad back and six-pack abs make up for it. He has an air of confidence and self-assurance because he himself knows he’s an eye candy.
The compound consists of small blue-roofed duplex houses made to accommodate relatively short to long-term tourists for a relaxing stay. There is a common area where there is a long table and a couple of chairs. Residents and tenants can use the space to either work or to chill out while connected to the community internet.
One morning in the common area while she’s working on her laptop running her own business remotely, she saw him pass by walking towards the compound gate to go outside. My oh my, it’s like a straight outta Twilight novel kind of moment. He was topless and was only wearing a banana-printed board shorts. His milky-white skin sparkles as the sunshine touches him. What a magical sight to behold: a fit young man at his prime glistening under the tropical sunshine. Her breath became deep and long; she also blushed a little. He sure did got her distracted from working. She had to get back to work and coordinate with the courier partner of her biz.
My indefinite stay here on The Island is unfolding to be a clichéd paperback erotica novel.
There’s a Russian boy next door. Literally! He lives right next to my villa and we’re neighbors.
Cheesesfckingchristasdfghjkl! He’s so yummy! Hot young stud, physically fit, tall, no body hair, yes he has 6-pack abs, topnotch hygiene, and smells so friggin good all the time! In stereotypical #fuccboii fashion, he wears his hair sleek and clean, lightweight fitted t-shirt, boardshorts, sneakers, and the only thing that didn’t go with it is the fanny pack 😆 but he can still pull it off like it’s cool to wear fanny packs!
And he’s seducing me! Friends, I cannot!
Mydearlorde, when he’s topless and just in fuccboii cotton shorts while he walks around the compound, his milky white skin glistens under the sunshine 😳 it’s hard not to stare!
He always chats with me whenever he sees me around the compound and always asks me “How are you today?” I can’t help but light up and smile with the attention I’m getting from this boy, migoodness.
He doesn’t hide the way he checks me out from head to toe. I can’t blame him though because your girl’s always looking sexy and well-put together.
The sensual energy and vibe he gives off tho! It’s just so irresistible ugh!
My cerebral brain says: NoOoOoOooo don’t fall for his expert seduction techniques and honeypot of a hunky physique because he’s a fuccboiiiii!!!
But my sensual body says:
YEAAAAA SIT ON HIS FACE
This story is still writing itself for as long as I’m here on The Island.
He saw her busy working on her laptop. Who is this new face? He thought to himself. He knew right then and there he’s just got to talk to her. Or else he’ll lose his chance of asking what her Instagram handle is.
They exchanged the usual social script which only happens in The Island. Hi. What’s your name? You’re new here? Do you surf? When did you get here on The Island? How long will you be staying? Do you have recommended restaurants and places to try? What’s your Instagram? Cool. Maybe we can have dinner together some time? Sure, let’s do it. Just DM me so we can arrange. Mission accomplished.
To be continued…read Part 2