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Lost Tribe (A new standard in sex fantasy)this story is part of the FanClub (fm:exhibitionism, 6436 words)

Author: Exakta66 Picture in profile
Added: Nov 14 2009Views / Reads: 2830 / 2371 [84%]Story vote: 10.00 (2 votes)
Sometimes being captured by a tribe of natives is better than the life you led before.
 


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As I sat at my desk I was literally counting down the hours. It was only two more hours till the end of the day and the start of my vacation. A well-deserved vacation I might add. I had been working long hours for months now without a day off in my new job. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the work. It was very gratifying and the boss appreciated my efforts. I just needed a vacation and bad.

Since getting a divorce several months back, I have had newfound freedom to do things I had always wanted to do but was unable to due to my marital commitments. One of the things I had started doing was taking flying lessons, which I thoroughly enjoy and the other thing I always wanted to do was to take a truly exotic vacation.

I had been planning this vacation for some time. I have a friend named Pete who has family in South America. Our plan was to fly down to South America and stay with his relatives in Colombia for a couple of days then cross into Peru. From there we would hike and raft up the Amazon River into Brazil and spend the last few days on the beach in a resort hotel. It all seemed perfect. Pete's family knew a couple of people who were familiar with the Amazon region. The area could be somewhat dangerous without the right native guides. My command of the Spanish language was about as non-existent as the Easter Bunny. I knew ‘ola' and ‘kay pasta' and if pressed, I might be able to order a beer, but other than that I was definitely ‘shit out of luck' as we say in English. Pete knew the language well and that would work until we ...

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