1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 05


    Date: 8/9/2016, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    limits or boundaries. At least Lindsay, though? Sweetest. Nymphomaniac. Ever. The fact of the matter was that all of these women were forcing me to go beyond my capabilities in order to please them. Not many days went by where I did not have some sort of sexual encounter. This week had been an exception, of course, with the funeral in Canada and Amy's medical scare before it. More often than not, however, I had two or three sexual encounters per day, and sometimes more. In no way did I have any complaints about my situation - that is not my point here. Instead, I am simply stating that trying to accommodate all of the ladies was putting a definite strain on not only my body, but my senses as well. I am only one man, of course, but they expect me to perform sexually and do my best to satisfy them 24 hours per day. My back was so stiff and sore that I could barely move for 10 or 15 minutes when I woke up this morning. Kristanna and Devon, then Pamela and Amy really did a number on me yesterday. I had to lay in bed and literally gather the strength from the far depths of my body just to sit up. Then, it was a real struggle just to reach the washroom - where I was usually able to alleviate the discomfort with a nice, hot bath. Not today, though. Today happened to one of those days where I felt really bad, and really sore. They occur every now and then. I figured that I must have pulled a muscle in my back as I bent over backwards (literally) aiming to please one (or more) of the ...
    ladies yesterday. Of course, I realized that I felt this way just after a mere two years of having the ladies in my life. I cringed at the thought of what shape I would be in 10 or 20 years from now. Would I still be in one piece? Would I still be able to take care of and satisfy seven women all at once? What if that number was higher by then? You never know... As I entered my twilight years (hopefully) even later in life, would I ever reach the breaking point? A point of no return? Could I maintain this pace of keeping up with and attempting to satisfy seven women for the next 25 years? What about 30 years? 35? Again, I had no complaints. Despite the sharp pain in my back, I considered myself to be the luckiest man in the whole, wide world. I had seven of the most beautiful women alive, literally chomping at the bit for an opportunity to have sex with me on a daily basis. The physical and mental strain was overwhelming and tremendous, indeed, but I had no complaints. How could I? I would be a fool to have any objections. On the other hand, the ladies knew that I was just one man, and there was only so much I could do for them. They knew I had limits, and would often back off when I was overly tired and in pain (like now). None of them would intentionally ever risk my long-term health and stability. A gentle knock upon the entrance to the master bedroom elicited a long, drawn-out moan from within my throat on this warm, overcast morning. Having already cleaned up, I glanced ...
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