Disclaimer: Survivor belongs to Mark Burnett Productions. This story is
not-for-profit, but I own it.
Warnings: Female solo sex, male solo sex, male/female sex, strong language
Pairing: Misty Giles/m
Feedback: Yes,I want feedback.
Summary: After it starts raining, Misty goes inside the only cave on the
island to keep herself warm and dry... and experience some sexual fantasy
stimulation in the process.
Other Notes: This AU story is based on a SURVIVOR: PANAMA-EXILE ISLAND
episode entitled THE FIRST EXILE.
Dedication: To whoever is left in the game, I really do hope you get to win
the money. -- ATK 2006
Survivor: My First Experience On Exile Island
by Andrew Troy Keller (firstname.lastname@example.org)
My name is Misty Giles and it was on the very first day that I -- along with
the other contestants of the latest SURVIVOR contest had set foot on one of
the islands on the Panama Coast known as Exile Island that our host, Jeff
Probst had presented us with our very first challenge.
But I'm sorry to say that even though one of the other young women named
Danielle DiLorenzo had gave it her best shot, she was unable to win the first
challenge and -- by way of playing rock, paper, scissors -- it was decided
that I would be the first game player to spend the night on Exile Island,
where -- according to Jeff -- an immunity idol just might be buried.
Well anyway, after the other players had left Exile Island to go set-up the
four different camps on another island, I had decided to start looking for
that immunity idol, only to be unable to find it in spite of one or two of
the clues that were right in front of me to begin with.
And if that and having no choice but to eat raw bugs were not bad enough, it
had also began to rain and I had to run into the only cave on the island to
get myself out of the rain, where I was fortunate enough to gather together
some dry twigs and make a nice, warm fire to keep myself warm and dry.
And to really keep myself dry, I had to strip off all of my wet clothes,
ring them out and laid them on a large boulder to dry just before I had laid
myself down next to the fire, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and placed
my hands on my bare-ass naked body.
Now I know that you might think that I had suddenly became sick in the head
by saying this, but as soon as I had allowed myself to place one of my hands
on my own tits and start pumping two of my fingers in and out of my hot, wet
pussy, I was beginning to fantasizing one of the hunky young men placing his
nude body into the cave and stroked his stiff cock right in front of me.
That was before he had laid himself down next to me and started licking all
over my body -- all the way down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing my
firm breasts just before I had placed my hands on his bare shoulders and
said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it!Do it! Do it to me now! Touch me! Touch
me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"
And then, after he had turned himself around and allowed me to start sucking
on his stone hard cock, I had suddenly realized that even though we were
suppossed to be competing against each other in the latest SURVIVOR game, I
was experiencing something that I had never experienced with anyone outside
the United States before, for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica...
and experiencing every minute of it.
Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole and used each
of his hands to carress both my tits and snatch, I had slowly licked my lips,
placed my hands on the young hunk's bare shoulders and yelled at the top of
my lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT! TOUCH ME! FUCK
THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"
And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally placed itself on its own Exile Island, the both of us
had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms
in a lover's embrace.
Just then, on the very next day, I had woken-up and discovered that I was
the only one in the cave just before I had realized that I had actually
fantasized the whole thing and gotten myself cleaned up before I had gone
over to the other island and discover that there were four tribes --
Bayoneta, Casaya, La Mina and Viveros -- already on that island.
And of course, I was happy to rejoin my newfound friends within the young
woman's tribe and tell them about my first experience on Exile Island, even
though I had known -- for a fact -- that they might be unable to believe a
single word of it.