1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 03


    Date: 6/7/2015, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Teen, Voyeurism, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    [[[-IF4-P3.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 03: "Recollections" ------------------------------------------- -*- Friday, May 22, 2015 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- It was 6:00am here on the farm in Norway, in our mansion, and I was up and already about. I gingerly rolled out of bed moments earlier and quietly excused myself, not wanting to wake or rouse the seven sleeping beauties that were left behind. I did get one final glimpse of them before leaving, though. Quite honestly, I could not resist. It was a mish-mash of symmetrically perfect bodies, strewn about the mattress, jumbled and contorted together in ways that I could not even begin to describe. It was, for lack of a better term, my own personal fairy tale. How could I not stop and admire the scene, even if just for a fleeting moment? After all, how many men in the world could say that they were married to six captivating, drop-dead gorgeous women, while also having a live-in fiancee as well? Were the eight of us enough? We were all a happy and loving, polyamorous family. I checked on my two infant children - Kaden and Piper; both of them were napping quite peacefully in their respective cribs. Ahh, the mansion was actually quiet. This place always seemed hectic and was bristling with activity, but all was tranquil and serene now. It felt sort of eerie, actually. I was definitely not accustomed to this at all. I ...
    usually did not wake up until around 9:00am each morning. Lindsay always enjoyed teasing me; she would say that I am an old man, and I needed all the sleep I could possibly get! Nevertheless, I ventured off to the kitchen and decided to tempt fate by cooking a small breakfast for myself. I could not help but to chuckle and smile several times throughout, doing what was normally a routine and mundane process for most people. But me? When I was the last time I actually stood at the kitchen stove and cooked a meal like this? Amy (one of my six blushing brides) was our self-appointed cook and housekeeper, and would flip out if she knew that I was doing this right now. Amy was very hyper sensitive when it came to the kitchen; she wanted to do all of the cooking herself. This was supposedly her imminent domain. Before Amy took this role, of course, I had Louisa - the elderly woman who was our personal cook and housekeeper while we were living on the island. Indeed, it had been quite a long time since I had prepared my own meal (I am excluding all of the many times that I have grilled out, though - no one, on the other hand, was allowed to touch the grill except _me_). "You're going to burn those eggs if you cook them any further," came a soft, squealy voice from behind me. I turned and felt instant happiness at the sight of sweet, little Lindsay, who still looked as if she was half-asleep. Wearing a black Cincinnati Bengals replica jersey that went down past her knees, Lindsay stepped ...
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