on the branch of the tree in front of her and she frantically tried to avoid the limb as it swung back at her. In doing so she attracted the attention of a bare chested man not fifteen yards away from her. With one unintelligible shout the drumming stopped, the swaying stopped, and the sounds of the night drifted away as a buzzing started in her ears.
Her panic and confusion did not propel her backward. She was rooted to the spot with the palsy of her limbs. She touched her chest and covered her hand with her mouth as the man strode towards her. His chest was glistening with sweat. It should have repulsed her but her eyes were riveted on his engorged cock. It stood out in a proud salute. The width and length of it caused her to swiftly draw in a breath as he cleared the branches away in front of her. He spoke to her but she didn't understand. His dark eyes seemed to glow and she was paralyzed.
She didn't pull away as he touched her arm gently and motioned her forward. The faces of the rest of the people were turned towards her but she didn't blush in embarrassment. She was awed by the sensual beauty of them. The night closed in on her and she took a deep steadying breath as she was propelled forward. She needed to see Trista as soon as she could. She looked over to the fire but her friend wasn't looking her way. She was swaying, seemingly one with the fire casting her shadow around the circle of people in front of her. She couldn't comprehend the scene.
Taking it all in was an insurmountable task at that moment. She needed a moment. A sliver of time to stop and think.
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I've done this a time or two but thought it would be something we could all participate in and make it fun. I'm going to start a story. Y'all have to keep it going. The best responses are the ones when people respond to the same thing at the same time so we can have multiple scenarios. Be creative. Be fun.
The boat sat nestled in the secluded cove with nothing but the moonlight shining on it. No lights intruded on the pristine darkness from the cabin inside. The only noise in the night was the slapping of the waves against the hull and the occasional fish splashing in the water. The island was dark, filled to overflowing with exotic flora and fauna. There was a wisp of smoke on the air but there wasn't a bright crackling fire giving its hidden location away. It was just a small rift in the air. Deeper in the impenetrable darkness of the island came the sounds of drumming. So soft at first it sounded like the heartbeat of a great beast The soft beat sped up slowly, the cadence of the beats echoing over and over again over the tips of the trees. The night embraced the sound and the closer Isobel came to the heart of the island the more her heart sped up. She'd lost her shipmate over the side of the boat hours before and had been frantically searching the fathomless water for her. The island in the distance had seemed the perfect place to run her boat ashore and try and find her friend. It wasn't much farther. She could feel the heat from the fire and the soft yellow glow was now easily discernible. Another hundred yards and she'd be there.
Suddenly, a loud noise followed by a terrible stench interrupted the dream that provider X was having in order to escape the thoughts of the old, fat and hairy hobbyist that was on top of her.
Hummed a little tune in her head and tried to block out the sight of his crooked ear. She mumbled a good "oh yeah, baby, right there, harder" for effect as she felt him groaning and huffing and puffing on top of her.
She realized then that she'd left the coffee maker on at home and she'd have to heave this sorry slop off of her and get going before her house burned down.
Really?
she or her friend would ever have to travel to see each other again. It seems there was some pot under a tree nearby but it was not just any pot...it was the chronic lol. She thought she would smoke a bit since her Prozac was back at home, and she was a total wreck. After about 3 hits she started to feel a bit dizzy, and before she knew it, fell into a deep sleep....
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And her eyes barely opened as she was lifted and placed on a cart. Isobel knew she was being taken somewhere but the damn canabis had invaded her too well and all she wanted to do was stay in her drug induced sleep and forget about where her friend was. She wanted to forget about the boat, the trip, the problems she had going on back home and just float on this sea of heavenly high.
The hut she was taken to smelled like coconut and peaches but she wasn't even hungry yet. She just rolled to her side as she was placed on the ground and curled up into a ball. It was like her very own hut hilton.
she realized that Trista was also curled up on the floor near her.
"Trista!"
She tried again to call out, but it was no use. Trista was gone- staring blankly ahead of her into nothing. Her friend must be under the influence of something. She had to think fast: were they in danger? Was there an escape? How many hours had passed since the night before?
She could see tendrils of sunlight making their way through the thatching of the roof and knew it was daylight, but without being outside and having shadows as a gauge, she had no way of knowing the time. As she scanned the relative darkness of the hut, she noticed that they were alone. She looked down to see if she'd been fettered, but there were no ropes. Come to think of it, Trista was not tied up either. She was just lying there, in a fetal position, staring.
With arms and legs that felt like logs, she made her way across the dirt floor towards Trista, as puffs of dust rose from the shuffling, stinging her nostrils. Suddenly she was taken back to her childhood in Kenya, on the Maasai Mara, where she lived in a very similar hut with her mother, father, and six sisters. She remembered her father showing her the goats he was raising just for her, and explained that some day, these goats would enable her to have her choice of husbands. She beamed with pride at the thought, and knew exactly whom she would marry.
Koyati was the tallest boy in the tribe, and all the young girls swooned over him. But Isobel knew she would have him to herself in the end. Nobody had as many goats as she, and her father was the most respected elder in the tribe. She had been working hard on her beaded bridal jewelery; each tiny bead placed next to the former on a metal wire was a small prayer for her future happiness. She had more beads than anyone, so with all those beads as prayers, and all those goats, Koyati was as good as hers.
The closer she got, now within a mere 50 yards, she could sense her own heartbeat almost keeping time with the rhythm of the tribal drums. She could feel her skin, once cold from the darkness, now tingling from the heat of the fire and the anticipation of what she might discover. Her natural trepidation urged caution yet she could not comply. The curiosity mixed with her adrenaline to form a heady cocktail she was unable to avoid being intoxicated by. She pressed onward slowly yet determined.
As she reaches a clearing in the underbrush, Isobel can clearly see a group of what can only be natives circled around the fire. Their lean and muscled bodies having a golden glow that only years of being kissed by the tropical sun can provide. While she is awestruck at the beauty and purity of the human form, she is taken aback by a sudden almost subconscious realization.
The quiet.
It was her Western upbringing and background that automatically led to expecting to hear much more noise from such a large group. The lack of such auditory cacophony had caught her off-guard and piqued her curiosity. Now more intrigued, her other senses were heightened to a level she had never before experienced. She squinted hard in an attempt to make out what she thought she had merely glimpsed in passing.
Her heightened awareness confirmed what she previously thought was only an aberration. There was indeed another group inside the circle, much closer to the fire. This group was different than their observing counterparts. Even with the glow of the flames shifting it was clear that this group had shed even their normal immodest coverings.
This was something Isobel may, in her most secretive thoughts and fantasies, had contemplated but never dreamed would actually exist. Well exist it does on this dark night.
As the bodies move rhythmically in time to the ever-beating drums, there is yet one more obscure realization to be made.
There, in the center of the small group, is an abnormality. Another body, yes, but one quite unlike all the others. A body so different that it has the full attention and focus of every person there, and perhaps even nature itself. This body is lithe, slender, pale.
As she is mesmerized by focusing on this entrancing seemingly out-of-place creature, Isobel is shaken to her core by one glimmer of a thought that races through her mind in an instant.
Could this?
Is there, in any scenario imaginable, the possibility that this nubile creature was indeed the friend she had been searching so frantically for?
on the branch of the tree in front of her and she frantically tried to avoid the limb as it swung back at her. In doing so she attracted the attention of a bare chested man not fifteen yards away from her. With one unintelligible shout the drumming stopped, the swaying stopped, and the sounds of the night drifted away as a buzzing started in her ears.
Her panic and confusion did not propel her backward. She was rooted to the spot with the palsy of her limbs. She touched her chest and covered her hand with her mouth as the man strode towards her. His chest was glistening with sweat. It should have repulsed her but her eyes were riveted on his engorged cock. It stood out in a proud salute. The width and length of it caused her to swiftly draw in a breath as he cleared the branches away in front of her. He spoke to her but she didn't understand. His dark eyes seemed to glow and she was paralyzed.
She didn't pull away as he touched her arm gently and motioned her forward. The faces of the rest of the people were turned towards her but she didn't blush in embarrassment. She was awed by the sensual beauty of them. The night closed in on her and she took a deep steadying breath as she was propelled forward. She needed to see Trista as soon as she could. She looked over to the fire but her friend wasn't looking her way. She was swaying, seemingly one with the fire casting her shadow around the circle of people in front of her. She couldn't comprehend the scene.
Taking it all in was an insurmountable task at that moment. She needed a moment. A sliver of time to stop and think.
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a sweet, musky smell penetrating the darkness, the glow of the fire, and finally her flaring nostrils. The scent seemed to be a creature, in and of itself, slithering down her nostrils into her throat, giving her a slight taste to wonder about... it was intoxicatingly familiar... but how?
No time for that now; she brushed the thought, the smell, and the taste to the back of her mind as she set eyes on what was before her. The man with the beautiful cock had been joined by two friends, equally beautiful, and they were all three staring at her, with an obvious expectant hunger. The one to the right had eyes that were pools of blue. He did not match the others. He was from somewhere else.
Suddenly she realized she stood before them completely nude- where had her sundress gone? At which point in the jungle did she lose it? Oddly, she realized that her state of undress did not leave her feeling vulnerable as she might have felt under any other circumstances (and by all calculations, should have been feeling just then), but she felt somehow empowered. Heady! She felt a simultaneous rush of bravery and arousal that set all of her senses on fire. Her body was buzzing with adrenaline, her skin was feeling warm and perfect in its nakedness; the scent and the accompanying taste were at the forefront again, and her womanhood was glistening down her inner thighs- her netherlips swollen and throbbing in time with the thud...thud...thud of the drum. The world seemed to spin around her, and yet she was not dizzy. Oh no- she was more alert and attuned to her surroundings than she had ever felt.
Within a split second she realized that ...
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That most people probably thought I'd jump in and carry the game but while I want to write a portion I figured others would have fun putting little lines in even if they were just one liners!
Oh well though 
I guess we'll stick to the visual stimuli instead of the cerebral.