Erotic Island Novels & Stories

Isabella Fourie, Erik's girlfriend She has long golden locks, blue eyes that resemble the ocean, a small nose with a sharp edge and thin lips that are coated always coated with red lipstick. Erik is sensitively concerned about his relationship with her. As he is miles away from her, he and she shared an intimate moment together when they visited Cape Point while on holiday. He fears he might not trust Isabella when she is alone in Durban. Dr Hendrick D. Paterson (Doc Pat) Headmaster and Principal of Blackwood International College

Isabella slapped a hand to her mouth when we had a scuffle as clear as day from where Eric was hiding. She had been right after all. Interesting. “Well, I guess we will have to go on our own, Mr Cross. I will have you know that my favorite ice cream flavor is Vanilla so I will…” Before she could even finish her statement, Eric climbed out from his hiding place. “Me too. I love Vanilla… please take me with you.” “Eric” Isabella turned to him, total shock in her eyes. “I did not see you there.” She was a very convincing actress.

Island music, soft ocean breeze, a hint of coconut suntan lotion, and sex lube. Yeah, the island was ready for the grand opening of the sexiest vacation spot ever launched, and this week would make history as being the number one hot spot. Rowan Halifax glanced out his window from his laptop with excited anticipation as some of the week’s guests arrived on the private island from seaplanes and boats to the massive resorts’ sea docks. The additional lodgers would arrive on the airstrip just across the island later that day. Only reached when being escorted by the staff and crew, the isolated island provided full exclusivity by invite-only to its sexually charged attendants. Guests applied mon

The angle was perfect, stimulating my g-spot each time he surged inside me, and also providing enough sweet friction against my clit when he pulled out that I was close to coming in no time. I had expected my first time to be awkward and painful, and certainly without an orgasm—especially when I realized I’d be losing it on “The Island”—but it was nothing like that. It felt natural, fun, and amazing as he took me as hard as he could while I was straining backward to meet him with as much force as possible.

Chapter 70: The Proposal After landing at the airport, Edric took everyone back to his private villa to put away their luggage. The island was truly as beautiful as Edric had described. The air was fresh, the sea a brilliant blue, and the white sand stunning beyond words. Although it was a private island, Edric operated many services and resorts for vacation rentals. On ordinary days, it was crowded with guests. But because he had invited Mary to visit, he had suspended business for an entire week.

Flashback Chalk-white rocks jutted out of glass-clear water, sharp as the teeth of some sleeping sea god. The little island was almost deserted, save for a few twisted pines and a lone wooden shack in the distance, probably owned by a retired fisherman who’d traded storms for seagulls. Isola del Gallo. A name that sounded like either the title of an Italian erotic novel or the setting of an upscale murder. In reality, it was prettier than both.

I had wanted somewhere else but when he suggested the Island, I knew it was the perfect place and I saw how happy it made Iris when I accepted. I couldn't take my eyes off my beautiful bride while sun bathing in the Island. Her body was full in the right places, and tempting and though zero intimacy was in the contract, I could not help desiring her. 'Do you approve?' I heard her ask and I looked around wondering what she was referring to. I knew she was talking to me but she was still looking at the body of water. 'Sorry?' I said. 'You have been staring at me and I wanted to know if you approve of whatever it is has caught your eyes', she said, her tone, matter of fact.

Why wasn't she allowed a simple moment of peace in her life? She slumped down bonelessly, feeling like her ambition to live had left her completely. Eric ignored her for the most part, focusing instead on reaching the island. Thankfully, he was smart enough to invest in this piece of property. It was now a resort that attracted visitors from all over Japan. It was his way of trying something new aside from technology. While it didn’t generate much money, Eric had almost forgotten about it. Who knew it would come in handy one day?

Silence fell, and I ignored the heaviness in my chest as Teyanna chattered on, definitely trying to distract us from what had just happened. Once our orders were taken, she had one of the waiters direct us to a seat close to the view of the beach. "Uhm, do they know I'm not your wife?" I asked, barely able to hold back my curiosity. Maruska didn't give me a response. Instead, he pulled out a seat for me. "Where did you say we are?" I asked, taking my seat and trying to avoid any awkward conversation about what happened at the counter. "One of the islands I own. Sakhalin island. It's a tropical island. Aren't they all tropical?"

Three days later, in Jitterblock Island, Glacia… Jitterblock Island was the largest island in Glacia, situated in the southwest sea, boasting a pleasant climate and a thriving tourism industry. Many foreign friends often held weddings here, dubbing it the 'Glacia Paradise'. Jitterblock Island was also known by another name, which was Tarot Island. "Before her death, Jenny left behind a diary with something peculiar: Tarot Hoffman," muttered a young and beautiful girl with a camera in hand as she captured the surrounding scenery.