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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.
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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.
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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.
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My indefinite stay here on The Island is unfolding to be a clichd 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.
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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.
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Instagram DM’s
Him: Hi baby, wru?
Her: at my place. let’s go to greenhouse.
Him: ok 5:30
Her: yay see ya
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They agreed to meet and have dinner together at one of the most visited restaurants in The Island.
She wore her white tube top and a long printed black and white skirt that goes down her toes. Her midriff is showing along with the belly-button piercing. To top it all off, she wore the most basic accessory every girl in The Island wears—the seashells necklace. Being mostly draped in white shades, her natural morena beauty stands out. The whole look accentuates her curves and highlights her feminine allure. With the help of more sunshine in her days, she is slowly evolving into a cinnamon-skinned island girl. She sprayed her sweet powdery floral perfume on the sides of her neck. She also spritzed some in her hair because it holds scents longer and some to the rest of her body. She’s ready.
She walked out of her villa and went to find the boy next door if he’s around and ready. The lights were out and the doors were closed in his villa so no signs of him at his place. She walked towards the compound gate and there she saw him waiting for her in his motorbike.
He’s wearing his usual: tight cotton t-shirt that follows the shape of his chiseled chest, broad back and shapely biceps; board shorts and sneakers.
Hop in, he said.
She had to swoop her skirt in her lap so she could sit properly behind him on the back of the motorbike. He then took her arms and wrapped it around his waist. In his brash Russian accent, he told her to sit tight closer to him. She could not tell if it was a request but it sounded more like an order. Regardless, she followed as if it was the natural thing to do. He turned the engine on…