1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07


    Date: 3/31/2016, Categories: Diary, Female/Female Male / Females Romance Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com

    ... Kristanna, with a seventh waiting in the wings. The possible ripples and their effects here are endless. If not for Kristanna, Lindsay may have lost their childhood home by now, and who knows what shape her mother and three sisters would be in. Amy would be so far down the path of self-destruction by now that no amount of medicine or therapy could possibly save her. Trish would be living and working in Canada, but probably still be unattached and wondering why all of her same-aged friends are settled down and thinking of having children (if they have not already) - and not her. Pamela? Oh my God, words could never describe just exactly how much Pamela despised being an exotic dancer. If not for Kristanna, Pamela would still be dancing in Maryland. I do not even want to think about that. Devon would still be wasting away in Pennsylvania, working 70 to 80 hours per week at a job with little to no opportunity for advancement. As these thoughts swirled throughout my mind, reaffirming my faith and devotion for Kristanna to an even greater extent, I glanced over at her as she and Pamela were discussing which flowers they should pick today and bring home to the others as gifts. I became temporarily transfixed upon Kristanna and she soon noticed, brushing a clump of wet hair away from her eyes and smiling sweetly. It was the same innocent, red-faced look that a young girl would typically have when she noticed a boy she liked admiring her from across the way. It was also all the ...
    ... validation I needed. Kristanna would never neglect me or my feelings. She was too much in love. * * * At the very western tip of the island was a series of jagged sea cliffs, deep gulches, sand dunes, dying plant life and a remote wind- and surf-battered shoreline. It offered the most brilliant and dazzling sunset view, but was not accessible by vehicle. This was the next stop on our itinerary. It would also prove to be the most challenging. We exited the _Jeep_ at the foot of the five-mile hiking trail that would take us alongside the western ledge and offer a spectacular view of the sun as it literally sank into the Pacific amongst a blaze of glorious colors. After packing plenty of water and snacks, a first aid kit and other necessities, Kristanna, Pamela and I began trekking our way up the path. We had brought along extra clothing, so Kristanna and Pamela did not have to go about our hike topless (although them doing so was an intriguing idea to me). The trail along the cliff passed tide pools abundant in marine life and rugged protrusions of lava reaching out to the turbulent ocean, with seabirds circling overhead. There were no picturesque beaches on this little tip of the island; the water was typically unruly and harsh, even violent. The waves here could get as high as 30 or 40 feet and the ocean, even when it appeared calm, was not safe to swim in due to the powerful and unforgiving currents underneath. This place was not safe and when we lived here in the past, I ...
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