Note: Story contains adult humour. My muse went rather stupid and naughty this week (yes again, maybe next week she’ll go back to killing someone).
“I’ve finished humping the tree… yes, it’s now as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”
His body burned with a rawness, but he wanted an organic experience. The view great, tropical islands floated on top of the ocean. The mobile phone reception fantastic. He could sit on his tree trunk and watch all the porn he wanted. The buffering in his room… If he saw that beach ball one more freaking time. His frustration pent up. The blow out need for release.
“Are you sure this is how the locals do it?”
On the other end of the phone, a local rolled their eyes – stupid tourist.