|About the Book|
In the titillating sequel to Swapped on Shipwreck Island! We continue the adventure of the swapped Brad and his crew of randy sailors shipwrecked on a seemingly deserted island.After a mysterious encounter with a cursed statue Brad found himselfMoreIn the titillating sequel to Swapped on Shipwreck Island! We continue the adventure of the swapped Brad and his crew of randy sailors shipwrecked on a seemingly deserted island.After a mysterious encounter with a cursed statue Brad found himself transformed—into a woman! But is he ready to deal with the effects this change will have on him and his crewmates? Each man wants a taste of what Brad has to offer: from the cold, commanding captain to the vile cook and Brad is willing and waiting for the chance to please them all.**Warning: This 5200+ word erotic short story contains scenes of mind-bending gender swaps and steamy jungle sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.**Excerpt: Suddenly, a rough hand clamped down around my upper arm and pulled me to my feet. Ron’s probing fingers fell away and he let out an inarticulate cry of disappointment. I turned and found myself face to face with the captain.“Do you know what you’re doing? Do you have any idea what this could lead to?” The musky smell of him was overriding my senses. I knew exactly what I was doing and knew exactly where I wanted it to lead. Without a word I stepped back from him and gazed into his eyes. Then, one by one, I pulled the buttons of my shirt loose and let it fall to the ground. Behind me I could hear Ron’s sharp intake of breath.Still not breaking eye contact I reached down and pushed my shorts around my ankles. I was naked in front of them all- tall, golden and smooth skinned. It was too much for even the captain’s upright sense of morality. He closed the distance between us, sweeping me into his arms as his questing lips rained kisses down on the full roundness of my bare breasts.I hooked one leg around his hip grinding his pelvis forward into mine, enjoying the way the heavy weight of his package pressed against my sensitive slit. His hands were everywhere as if they were desperate to explore every inch of my body. The swooped down my back, over the curve of my ass, around my hips and back up to cup my breasts as we swayed together.“This is wrong.” He whispered there was no force in his voice.“I don’t care.” I said dropping to my knees and feeling a few coarse grains of sand dig into my exposed skin.