My memory of my beginning on the Island is blurred. Nobody said its real name. It was like a myth. I had seen advertising about it. It looked like a cartoon. It didn't seem very serious.
Some kind of "organized travel", with sexy games? A mix of naturist beach and thematic holidays? I couldn't take it seriously.
But, one day, I got fed up because I couldn't guess what this ISLAND was about. It didn't seem to belong to a specific country... Was it private? Now, I wonder if the owners could be Swiss.
So, I just took one day a train and reached one of their agency in Paris. They have agencies in most capital cities in the world.
I was told that I wouldn't be able to see where I would go. The private plane that would take me there would fly for hours with closed portholes. When I said to the girl that people could guess where the Island was by calculating the time to reach it from various places in the world, she laughed and said that, at the beginning, the planes didn't go directly to the Island and took indirect ways to fool the beginners...
Looking forward to read you more, and about the mysterious island... intriguing...
*imagining stuff*
(Thank you, Miss Tania... now, the story goes on... But... What? Only 4 stars? Who gave me only 4 stars? This is scandalous! My work deserves 6 stars!!! Be patient! I'll make the tension grow... I bet people want sex immediately, with a lot of porn things right now?.. Well, even George R. R. Martin takes time, makes looong descriptions of people eating, how they dress, what is the weather, before the sudden bursts of violence, sex and fight... OK,OK, my head is inflating, I musn't become a BHB)
The ISLAND - chapter 2
I tried to make the secretary speak: "What is the Island about, what happens there?"... She laughed gently again, and said that you could know what happened there only if you went there... That it was a risk I should take.. That it was part of the thrill of the Island.
Finally, I plunged. I paid the travel with the lower cost flat rate. Plane + boat + single room + food for a one-week period. No authorization to bring a partner in my single room or I would be thrown out of the Island. I could have sex outside but it could be risky. If another client complained, it could be the same result: out! Safe sex could be done in hotels but I would have to pay for that with Virtual Money or X-$. For those X-$, I would have to work on the Island. There were a lot of jobs available on the Island: all of them were useful for the Community. I could even extend my sojourn by working on the Island... or by going to the Island Bank and pay with my real money...
"OK, OK, enough!".. I was a bit fed up with those explanations... "I'll do it".
With devilish eyes, the girl added: "Don't you want the higher flat rate? It is more costly, but it could give much more opportunities... With the lower rate, you won't have the right for all options, you won't be able to go in VIP places, or you won't be able to do everything..."
"I'll see... But what if I cheat, and do VIP things nonetheless?"
"Our security guards are very efficient. They are everywhere..."
"Mmmm... OK... I'll still keep the lower rate... I must try first the lower rate to see if I want more..."
The girl lowered her eyes and smiled. She KNEW what I was going to do after my first -or a few more- sojourn... I signed papers, accepted not to complain if the sojourn didn't please me, that it would be a no-payback option, that they were not responsible of psychological consequences (because people were free of the maddest sexual fantasies on the Island) and so, and so...
I went back home, prepared my luggages and waited for the next Monday, when my one-week holiday started...
4 stars=straycat T, OKIS?
Give me more soon and i'll think about the 6 stars...and, leave George RR Martin out of here, please...
I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE FUCKING ISLAND...
Kisses
T
The ISLAND - chapter 3
I received a message asking me if I wanted a private taxi to take me to the airport... for full anonymity option. The taxi would take me to a private room of their Agency, I would be in a private cabin in the plane, and Soooo much anonymity. Of course, I had to pay more to get this complete anonymity.
That was too much Anonymity for me. I decided to take the train to the airport of Paris and just walk in the Agency of the Island with my feet, without hiding. If, by hazard, someone I knew saw me, what would he think? "He's just going to have good time"... "At least, he has a living sexuality..." ... "He lives his fantasies..." .. What the f... And it would cost me less.
At the counter of the Agency, I again signed papers, accepting by this way not to see anything from the portholes. So bad for the view. Finally, I gave my luggages to a few very sexy girls dressed like blue collars. They looked like athlets in blue, they probably did body-building.
The air hostesses were incredibly sexy also, with voices like silk. Where had they found them? I was directed to the "low cost" half of the plane, where the future clients of the Island would mingle and see their real faces before reaching the place.
There were quite a lot of middle-aged men, with faces of frustrated sex-obsessed white-collars. A good number of young guys from the suburbs who had saved money for the occasion... they spoke too loud and laughed too much, not a surprise. A few couples, quite handsome, surprisingly. I noticed a tall guy with a Swiss accent, blond, who could have been handsome if he didn't have such a lazy style. His wife or fiancée was incredibly gorgeous, on the contrary. Curled brown hair with the nice face of an elf. Light seemed to come out from her skin, because she had such charm. Another couple was composed of a tall guy with the face of a Viking without beard. His "wife" was Indian in origins, apparently. There were only a few lonely women or small groups of women. I remarked a middle-aged woman, with a pale face, and black leather clothing. She was quite a bit sexy, but she had an exhausted face. Too much perversions in real life?
And me, what did I look like? A guy in his thirties, disillusioned by his missed up love stories, who just tried, for the first time in his life, to do mad things in sex and stop to be respectful and nice...
Oh wow Boris, I'm addicted to this now
Keep c(u)mming
Kisses
T
Thannnnk you: I'll give my best shot(s).
The ISLAND - chapter 4
The young guys finally went to sleep, for the pleasure of everyone... There was only the slight roar of the reactors of the plane. I shut the light above my seat and my eyes closed...
... I was suddenly shaken by the shoulder by a petite air hostess. She had bulging breasts that seemed ready to make the buttons of her shirt explode. Her dark eyes were one of a fox and she had a quirk smile ("I know what you are looking at", she seemed to think). So, I woke up. Our plane was going down.
Finally, with a few shocks (more scary than usual because we didn't see outside and couldn't anticipate), we landed.
The dark portholes suddenly opened and we could see outside through the thick glasses. A few hundred yards away, there was a savage beach and rolling waves.
When we went out of the plane, I smelled the salty air of the sea. There was a hot wind and shrieking seagulls.
Our vision of the outside of the airport was short. We were conducted in a tunnel. Attendants gave us back our luggages. I was with the "low cost" crowd, a few dozens of people. Our I.D. were checked again and we were separated in small groups in waiting rooms.
I was nervous. I could have spent my time watching a movie on the individual screen in front of me but I didn't find the strength to do that.. I was constantly looking around, watching the faces of the other Clients of the Island.
I was called. I found myself in a room where there was a woman that looked like a medic. She had an assistant.
And a guy with a classy costume and a red tie shook my hand. He said a few polite things. There were machines around us, a strange big metal and horizontal tube in a corner. There was a hum in the air and a smell of metal... and another strange smell that I couldn't recognize, something disturbing. A smell of smoke? A silly thought popped in my mind: "The smell of cooking?".
(02-17-2019, 04:14 PM)Boris327 Wrote: [ -> ]Thannnnk you: I'll give my best shot(s).
You silly you... *giggles*
The ISLAND - chapter 5
The guy in red tie asked me a few questions, a few polite things and presented me to the doc and her nurse. He told me not to scare about the next operation, that he already had used the machine many times.
"Now, you will be anonymous if you want to. But we recommend that you should be careful about your Real identity, at least during this week of Island Holiday.... If you speak about your RL ID..." (he really said R.L.I.D., those guys in big companies love acronyms)... "... we can't be responsible, you must understand..."
And again, I signed papers...
After a while, John-One -that was his name- went out of the room and let me "in good hands".
I was asked nicely by the nurse to go into a cabin and to change my clothes. My personal clothes would be kept in a locker here during my sojourn.
"We don't want you to use up your personal effects, because the Island is an extreme thing.... where, I add it again, you don't risk anything physically... It is impossible technically"
I put on some kind of uniform that looked like stylish pajamas. The color was silvery.
The assistant helped me climb in the horizontal tube. I had the feeling to walk in the cockpit of a reactor plane... except that I would lie down inside.
The smell of "cooked meal" came to my nostril, stronger. My heart beat really faster! What was I going to do, I wondered in a moment of fear? But I said to myself: "F... it, many people have already done it! Have bollocks!"