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The first five stories in the popular Fert-Isle series all in one place. Each story is a standalone tale on its own, giving a different perspective from a new visitor.
Innocent, confident, older, visiting with friends and more. Everyone comes to the island with their own story and everyone leaves much happier. They take with them some amazing memories of their time spent there, and a fresh new, liberated attitude. Always a happy ending after all the heat with my stories!
Exploring a breeding kink in a consequence free, accelerated way is one of my all-time favorite fantasies. I hope these stories reflect that, and you have tonnes of enjoyment reading them.
In fact, this series was so much fun to write that there will be more visits to the Forbidden Fert-Isle in the future. Stay tuned for updates!
The second I stepped off the plane, I knew something was up. Something felt… different.
I mean, sure, of course I felt good now that the plane was actually on the runway and we hadn’t died in a fireball; a genuine fear of mine which keeps me from enjoying any moment of any flight I’m on. No, it was more than that.
It was if someone had switched something inside of me on, and every part of me was now operating on a higher frequency. Like the buzz of excitement I would have on Christmas Eve. Only this buzz was definitely more adult. So were the desires currently pouring through my brain.
Desperately trying to ignore how wet I felt, I returned my attention to Lizzy and the much more mundane task of retrieving our luggage.
“Everything ok?” She asked, her voice full of concern but also… suggestion?
Suggestion of what? Or was I simply imagining everything in my amped-up state?
“Yeah, yeah. Just excited to finally be here and on solid ground!”
“Excited is the right word…” Lizzy replied, raising her eyebrows suggestively as the words dripped sleazily from her mouth. Ok, I definitely didn’t imagine that, I realized as a fresh ‘twinge’ shot straight in between my legs.
I shook the strange sensation off, dismissing it as some sort of ‘I’m on holiday and can finally relax’ boost to my libido. We grabbed our luggage, hailed a taxi, and we were soon on our way to the hotel.
During the journey, I was acutely aware of just how wet I was. How every bump, pothole, or swerve of the car sent a fresh wave of lust directly to the core of me. Like a lightning bolt of pure sexual energy, I had absolutely no control over it.
Ten minutes into our journey, I swear I was so aroused I could smell it. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought it was more potent than usual. More fragrant. Fertile.