Naked Fantasies on Farkle Island

By Dustin P. Roeb�re

Today we are going to take a trip to Farkle Island. The coordinates to Farkle Island are in you mind. No longitude or latitude degrees will help you find it, nor will the Global Position Satellite be of any assistance. Escape now to Farkle Island.

Farkle Island is a tropical place surrounded by a blue-green ocean. It has white sandy beaches scattered with shells. There are groves of rain forest dwelling trees and plants on the hillsides. Mangroves grow in low-lying areas to continually help the island increase in size. The tropical trees and mangroves provide shaded protection from the hot sun. Coconut Palms are growing along the beach with various other salt tolerant plants. It is a place to live out your fantasies. It is an island accessible only by kayak, a pleasure craft. You have the island all to yourself to act out your fantasy, with whom ever you wish.

While camping with naturist friends, I was wondering what kind of naked fantasies they had. A naturist having naked fantasies seems quite odd. My friends, as well as I, do not even think twice when given the opportunity to jump out of their clothes. Give us a deserted island with white sandy beaches and we are naked in a heartbeat. We spend so much of our time in naked recreation that there is hardly anything that we have not done in the buff. We have hiked naked, backpacked naked, kayaked naked, skinny-dipped, sailed naked, camped naked, gardened naked, mowed the grass naked, slept naked, cooked naked, and even drove the car naked. We have even partied and danced naked. You name it and we, as a collective, probably have done it. But yet there are activities that we dream of doing sans clothes.

So, I interviewed my friends and asked them what kind of naked fantasies they had. I had to swear obscenities on a stack of bare drift wood that I would not use their real names. Along with their fantasies I requested an appropriate pen name. Within minutes the stack of fantasies was as high as the driftwood where I made my vulgar promise. Without farther adieu, I will share the fantasies that were shared with me.

Farkle Island here we come!

Gay Backpacker: The Gay Backpacker wants to go shopping naked. He had already satisfied his desire to backpack naked. What's with this shopping naked I asked aloud? It seems the Gay Backpacker want to shop for a specific item. GORP. Good Old Raisins and Peanuts. He wants to shop for trial mix, naked! There also seemed to be another element of the shopping that intrigued him. The startled looks on the unsuspecting health food shoppers. Surly GORP stands for something other than trail mix. Groping Our Rowdy Penises, now there is the kind of GORP I want! Screw the Raisins and Peanuts.

Italian Stallion: The Italian Stallion actually has two fantasies. His first is to be stomping grapes for wine the old fashioned way. Not only does he want to have his naked tootsies smashing the grapes; he wants to have purple grape juice covering his entire body. His second fantasy has an element of virgin olive oil. In this fantasy he would very generously spread olive oil on his lover's body and wrestle him to the ground. What a tasty anti paste he would be with a nice dry red. Virgin or not.

Hapless Romantic: The Hapless Romantic in our group wants to make love. Not only did he want to make love on the white beaches, his list included under the coconut palm, under a full moon, and in the tropical forest. I could tell by his list that he literally wanted to fuck his way across the island and back. I was reprimanded when I used the term 'Fuck.' He would rather refer to sex as "Love Making" but he admitted that fucking his way around the island would be quite fun. Now if Mr. Right would just show up with his favorite lube.

Naked Cowboy: Our Naked Cowboy wants to go horseback riding on the beach. He wants to feel the horse between his legs as it gallops down the beach. As the surf gently rolls in against the granules of sand, hooves will splash salty spray onto his body. He can feel the wind caressing his body as his butt enjoys the sensation of an animal backbone between his cheeks. He can smell the animal odor mixed with the salt spray as he rides on. He meets the Hapless Romantic underneath a coconut palm. Do you suppose that big ol' horse dongs would come into play here?

Marathon Naturist: Who among us would not want to be a Marathon Naturist? Live extended periods of time naked, no need to dress for months or maybe a year. Your year on Farkle Island is never cold, there is plenty of food, and you never have to leave. Just think how awkward clothes would feel after living naked for a year. Rough cloth rubbing against skin that has not been covered for an extended period. Elastic would dig painfully into you waste. Socks would hamper the freedom that your toes have enjoyed. In retrospect, if we were used to being naked all the time then it would be a turn on to have clothes on. Just think how sexy short shorts and a tank top would be then? Bulge a muscle for me.

Reluctant Exhibitionist: As I dug deeper into the pile of fantasies they got more interesting and bazaar. The Reluctant Exhibitionist is getting off by being tied to a tree; he is left to be discovered by unsuspecting hikers. He had been stripped of his clothes and gear. He would make up a story that he was attacked and all his stuff was stolen. His friendly captors would be watching from the bushes. He would have to put on a pretty good act to convince his rescuers to untie him and give up some of their clothing. I just hope his captors used soft rope to guard against those nasty rope burns. Which one of the unsuspecting hikers will be the first to give up his shorts?

Earthy Boys: The Earthy Boys had to be combined into one category. There were multiple requests to be buried naked in the sand. Various parts of erectile tissue and low hangers were to be exposed for photo ops. Then there was mud wrestling and a sand bath that intrigued one of the well-endowed Earthy Boys. What do you think about running naked down the beach and being tackled, mud fights, and a sand-tossing contest? Boy, give these guys a hand full of dirt and watch out. Bury me in the sand, take pictures of my exposed parts, but please, please, shade them with a palm frond.

Naked Sailing: "Hey Sailor, hang you parts out around here often?" Several of our group had never sailed naked. Farkle Island's port sees many handsome sailors at her docks. The above greeting would be most appropriate when a naked sailor catches your eye. But just think how sad it would be when he started singing. "Brandy, you're a fine boy. What a good husband you would be. But my life, my love and my baby is the sea."

P.S. Carry soft rope with you so your naked sailor does not have a chance to pull up anchor.

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Now that you have had a chance to peer into the fantasies of others, it is time for you to fantasize about your own fantasies. Grab your lover by the hand and take him to Farkle Island. Farkle Island can be anywhere you want it to be. Just go! Paddle to a secluded island that you now have a name for. Hike to a meadow, deep in the woods, that gives you the privacy to be naked. Climb a mountain and stop at a special outcropping of rock, get your rocks off. Discuss your fantasy with your special love. If you are single keep searching till you can listen to his fantasy. Plan to make your fantasies become reality, for only on Farkle Island can they come true.

Share you Naked Fantasies with the Naked Storyteller. E-mail them to [email protected] Who knows, your fantasy may become a Farkle Island sequel.

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