|About the Book|
Ahoy, fellow lovers of all things tropical and naughty! I present to you: Seven Lonely Castaways: A Gilligan’s Island Parody for Adults Only. This fun and steamy tale features everyone’s favorite castaways as you’ve never experienced them before!... MoreAhoy, fellow lovers of all things tropical and naughty! I present to you: Seven Lonely Castaways: A Gilligan’s Island Parody for Adults Only. This fun and steamy tale features everyone’s favorite castaways as you’ve never experienced them before! Along with Gilligan, The Skipper, Mr. and Mrs. Howell, and The Professor are two of the most beautiful and lusted-after lovelies this side of Pago Pago: Ginger Grant and Mary Ann Summers, stars of every man’s fantasy for over fifty years—ever since these two beauties were first marooned in TV-land and gave every male on the mainland many a rise in their Levis, along with the inspiration to begin asking that primordial question:Who’s better? Ginger—the hot, voluptuous, and wanton movie star temptress? Or Mary Ann—the sweet, innocent, and fetching farmgirl extraordinaire?Frankly, between Ginger’s luscious, wide-hipped charms and Mary Ann’s sweet and tempting little curves, I can’t decide! Therefore, I leave that decision up to you, dear reader. You will be provided with ample peeping in on each of these cuties in order to help you arrive at your own answer to this still-hot question.So, what would it be like to make sweet love with either of these legendary island princesses? Download your copy today and you’ll certainly find out. You are about to experience “tropical paradise” of a whole other order as we venture to a place where the TV cameras of yesteryear were never allowed to go!Note: due to copyright law, the characters’ names have been altered slightly. Here is a brief taste:“Gina, it’s okay,” the Captain went on soothingly. “Please don’t cry. You’re a very beautiful woman. Why, you’re the most beautiful and sexy woman we’ve ever seen!”Gina looked up, sniffling. “Even better than Mary Lynn?”The Captain’s mouth opened and closed. “Well, I wouldn’t really know for sure about that. I mean, we haven’t exactly seen—”Gina glanced down at her incredible body, poorly hidden inside her glittering peach evening dress. “So, you wouldn’t know?” She reached back and unzipped it. Then she pushed both straps from her shoulders. The dress fell to the ground in a gorgeous peachy puddle.“Holy Moby Dick!” the Captain groaned.“Um, I think you dropped something,” Finnegan replied, licking his upper lip.“So, you wouldn’t know,” she repeated as she reached back and unfastened her bra, pulled it off, and dropped it to the ground. Then she drew her hands across her mango-sized mammaries. Slowly. Tauntingly.“Sweet Jesus!” the Captain breathed, his eyes, too, now bulging.“Sweet move!” Finnegan enthused, nodding emphatically and drooling out of both sides of his mouth.“And what about these nipples?” She dragged her fingertips across their pinkish-brown goodness. “Do they at least meet your male standards?”“Mother of King Neptune, yes!” the Captain reassured her.Finnegan just kept nodding like a wind-up toy.Now Gina was hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her matching panties. Seconds later, she pulled them down over her never-ending thighs, then stepped out of them. When she was finished, she crossed one leg in front of the other, struck a mouth-watering pinup girl pose, smiled seductively, and waited.“Good god!” the Captain gushed.