An Island Adventure
You emerge from the trees and head to a part of the beach far away from the pilot.
As you look around you see a man sitting on the sand a few feet away and you head over.
He has several female passengers sitting with him on the sand, forming a small semi-circle as he speaks softly to them.
You move forward and, looking up with a flick of his long luxurious hair, he beckons you to sit.
"Hello, my friends, welcome," he breathily tells you ,flicking his hair once more. "I should introduce myself. My name is Kevin O and I'm a sensual therapist. I specialise in the art of libido and how to make people a success in the bedroom."
You gaze around and see everyone is transfixed.
"Oh, this sea air is playing havoc with my locks," he lowers his head and looks directly at you. "My hairstylist is going to get sacked, a ha ha."
He smiles coyly and everyone gathered, women and men, sigh wistfully.
"Remember, no wanking during my meetings. Be good for Daddy, a ha ha."
You shift uncomfortably on the sand.
"Now, let me take you on a journey of sexual exploration," he flicks his hair again and pouts in your general direction. "Has anyone got any deep, dark holes within that they need me to look into?"
Some people giggle and fan themselves furiously.
"Tell me your deepest secrets." He undoes a button on his shirt as he flicks his hair aside. "I don't want little problems, now. No, no. Size matters. I only deal with the biggest, juiciest, deepest problems. Mmm."
One of the people sitting on the sand raises a hand.
"Baby girl. Tell the sexpert your woes."
"Um," she blushes. "If we're here for a while, what do you suggest we do to... you know... relax?"
She blushes and her friend next to her giggles.
"Oh, yes," Kevin O closes his eyes. "Having gone through the stressful flight we all need to relax. Am I right?"
The people around you nod in agreement.
"Now," he continues, moving his hair aside. "If you can't find a gentleman, or a lovely lady, who can tickle your velvety parts with a gentle touch you can tickle your own sweet fancy. Have you ever inserted your fingers into a can of cold baked beans? The lady parts are like that. The beans move aside and the liquids aide the passage. Think of that and reach for the heavens. If you can find a fizzy mint to place upon your larger than average vagina all the better. I hope that answers your question."
"Yes thank you Mr Kevin," the woman gasped.
"Oh, call me Kevin," he says quietly. "Or Mr Orgasm if you prefer. My last name is Orgasm. Mmm-hmm."
At this point, you and some of the others you arrived with start to feel very awkward and you catch one another's eyes.
You decide to leave this strange man and join the others further up the beach.
Looking over your shoulder, you can see the circle forming closer to Kevin O...
As you look around you see a man sitting on the sand a few feet away and you head over.
He has several female passengers sitting with him on the sand, forming a small semi-circle as he speaks softly to them.
You move forward and, looking up with a flick of his long luxurious hair, he beckons you to sit.
"Hello, my friends, welcome," he breathily tells you ,flicking his hair once more. "I should introduce myself. My name is Kevin O and I'm a sensual therapist. I specialise in the art of libido and how to make people a success in the bedroom."
You gaze around and see everyone is transfixed.
"Oh, this sea air is playing havoc with my locks," he lowers his head and looks directly at you. "My hairstylist is going to get sacked, a ha ha."
He smiles coyly and everyone gathered, women and men, sigh wistfully.
"Remember, no wanking during my meetings. Be good for Daddy, a ha ha."
You shift uncomfortably on the sand.
"Now, let me take you on a journey of sexual exploration," he flicks his hair again and pouts in your general direction. "Has anyone got any deep, dark holes within that they need me to look into?"
Some people giggle and fan themselves furiously.
"Tell me your deepest secrets." He undoes a button on his shirt as he flicks his hair aside. "I don't want little problems, now. No, no. Size matters. I only deal with the biggest, juiciest, deepest problems. Mmm."
One of the people sitting on the sand raises a hand.
"Baby girl. Tell the sexpert your woes."
"Um," she blushes. "If we're here for a while, what do you suggest we do to... you know... relax?"
She blushes and her friend next to her giggles.
"Oh, yes," Kevin O closes his eyes. "Having gone through the stressful flight we all need to relax. Am I right?"
The people around you nod in agreement.
"Now," he continues, moving his hair aside. "If you can't find a gentleman, or a lovely lady, who can tickle your velvety parts with a gentle touch you can tickle your own sweet fancy. Have you ever inserted your fingers into a can of cold baked beans? The lady parts are like that. The beans move aside and the liquids aide the passage. Think of that and reach for the heavens. If you can find a fizzy mint to place upon your larger than average vagina all the better. I hope that answers your question."
"Yes thank you Mr Kevin," the woman gasped.
"Oh, call me Kevin," he says quietly. "Or Mr Orgasm if you prefer. My last name is Orgasm. Mmm-hmm."
At this point, you and some of the others you arrived with start to feel very awkward and you catch one another's eyes.
You decide to leave this strange man and join the others further up the beach.
Looking over your shoulder, you can see the circle forming closer to Kevin O...