A Wild Night On The Island
I looked at his cold and condescending face, thinking of how much I'd always wanted to be marooned on a luxurious wind swept island with a mysterious and dashing lover. But it was just my luck to be stuck on this tattered piece of earth in the middle of a monsoon, marooned in a dirty rattrap hotel with the prick of the century! I knew Peter Britain well. For five years I'd slaved for him in his video company, watching this perfection of manhood, with all the charisma of a moviestar, bend the world around him to suit his designs. The women that had been on his arm were countless, beautifully composed specimens of femininity with flawless skin, tiny bodies and clothes that cost a fortune. Peter, himself, seemed flawless to me, his sandy brown hair so p
