The big day has arrived! We have been dating for ten years, so this day has been a long time coming, and I am so excited to marry my childhood sweetheart. Whether it is a family emergency, a promotion, or an expense, something always comes up to put a stop to our wedding plans. Nevertheless, my day has finally arrived, and I am so excited to marry the love of my life.

My family and I travel to the location to get ready, do our hair and makeup, put on my dress, and ensure everyone is prepared because I cannot afford anything to go wrong today. I put on my dress, have my hair styled into a gorgeous bun on the back of my head, get my makeup done for a natural look, and get ready to go. Ready to walk me down the aisle, my dad enters the room and ushers me into the hall. He has tears in his eyes, but I give him a comforting smile as we exit the dressing room.

"Are you really sure you want to marry him, bumblebee?" my dad asks me as we make our way down the lovely lobby and pause outside the grand hall, "Say the word and we will make a run for it."

I laugh, "Dad, I have been looking forward to this day since the first day I switched schools when I was fourteen years old, and I am ready," I say. I smile broadly at him, and he nods. The stewards then open the hall doors, and my dad and I walk down the aisle together, arms linked, towards my future husband.

I smile at everyone who looks at me as I make my way down towards the altar, and I feel their genuine love. I have never felt better than I do now. When I get to the altar, my dad hands my hand in marriage to my fiancé. The priest then starts the vows, and my fiancé gives me a terrified look, which makes me start to freak out. When the priest begins to say, "If anyone has any reasons why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace," I begin to think, "He has changed his mind, he has cold feet, and he does not want to marry me."

Without warning, my fiance says, "I can not do this, I can not marry you; I am sorry." He dashes down the aisle and out of the venue; everyone gasps and looks at me with sympathy; it has not yet dawned on me what has just happened as I stand there in utter shock. I hear the yelling and screaming of everyone around me, but I feel nothing; I am utterly numb. I begin to hyperventilate, and my dad catches me as I faint.

I awake the next morning hoping that the events of the previous day had been nothing short of a nightmare, but as I make my way downstairs, I realise it was wishful thinking. When I see the looks on my parents' faces, I know it's real. I need to get out of here; I go back upstairs and pack my suitcase; he may have abandoned me at the altar, but I am going on what was supposed to be our honeymoon and try to forget about the shitshow of my wedding day.

I take a taxi to the airport after saying goodbye to my parents, who are not pleased that I am travelling alone to the island. I am nervous because this is my first time travelling overseas on my own, and I am excited to explore the island during my three weeks there. I get to the airport, go through baggage and security, and then head to the lounge to unwind for a bit with a Long Island Tea cocktail. After that, I am all set to go on this once-in-a-lifetime adventure. I get on the plane, find my seat, and then unwind as we take off—there is no going back now.

I arrive on the island after a long, exhausting flight, and everything hits me all at once. I should be on this lovely island with my husband, but instead I am here by myself, unmarried, and realising that I have wasted ten years on a man who is not worthy of me. I sigh and proceed to claim my baggage with only one thought in mind: I need a drink; I board the shuttle to take me to my hotel, my home for the next three weeks, and depart. I do not even take my luggage to my cabin; instead, I go straight to the resort's bar, sit on a bar stool and sigh.

"Long day?" I am asked by one of the bartenders.

"Long life is more like it. Give me something strong, please. I need to forget the last forty-eight hours," I politely ask him, resting my head in my hands.

"I have the perfect drink for you," The other barman says. "Leave it with me," as he finishes replenishing the fresh juice section. As he turns to make me a strong drink, he winks. The other barman asks, "Would you like to talk about it? If anything, it will help to get it off your chest."

"I will thank you," I say, smiling, "but first, what is your name?"

"Hugh," he responds, pretending to wipe down the bar so he can listen to me.

"Well, Hugh, I was standing at the altar to marry my childhood sweetheart twenty-four hours ago, but he left me there without even offering an explanation," I say with defeat.

"What a complete moron!" Hugh exclaims, "Who could abandon a beauty like you at the altar? He does not deserve you!"

I chuckle, "Thank you, Hugh; I needed that laugh!" I say.

"I second what Hugh says, here's your drink, gorgeous," the other barman says, turning around with my drink. "My name is Mitchell, or Mitch for short," he says, passing the drink to me before vanishing to the other end of the bar.

Hugh tells me, "Do not worry, beautiful. By the time you get home, you will have a completely different perspective on life and forget about that loser. Perhaps now is the right time for you to concentrate on yourself, and everything else will fall into place." He gives me a little smile.

"I am going to check out my cabin now, thank you Hugh, for listening and the advice. Oh, I am Willow by the way," I say as I finish my drink, and he gives me a wink and a smile.

I grab my bags and make my way to the bar door, which opens onto the lakefront cabins for rent outside the entertainment area. A number of the cabins are perched on stilts above the lake, and they look utterly picturesque with the glistening, crystal-clear water all around them. It feels so peaceful. Considering everything I have been through in the last two days, this is exactly what I need. I walk along the boardwalk and allow the resort's beauty to fill my soul, needing its restorative effects to heal my wounded heart. When I open my cabin door, I am astounded by the breathtaking scene: rose petals leading to a bedroom with a bottle of iced champagne and the words, "Enjoy your stay, honeymooner." I begin to sob, tear the note to pieces, and bolt from the cabin, not caring where I am going, until I run into the resort's barman on the beach.

"Oh! Hello, I am sorry I was not paying attention to where I was walking, I am in such a bad mood, I will get out of your way," I say to Mitchell, attempting to walk away, but he steps in front of me.

"Oh no, please stay, I am just going to play a little guitar. Why do not you stay and listen for a while? Let the music take over your mind for a while," he says, taking my hand and guiding me to a campfire. He then sits me down on a log, moves to the other side of the fire, picks up his guitar, and starts to play.

His guitar has a harmonious sound, and the melody soothes my mind and soul. I close my eyes and let it take over; the gentle, soft notes have mesmerised my entire body, and I am not even aware of how quickly time has gone by. The people who paused to listen to him play his guitar have long since left, leaving just him and me. The beach is deserted, and we are alone.

"I hope you found the music lovely; did it help you forget about your recent experiences?" Mitch asks.

"Thank you, it did. You have such a wonderful gift, and your guitar skills are beyond anything I have ever seen," I say, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you, beautiful, come lie on the sand with me and see how the stars shine," he says as he guides me to lie down on the sand. As we lay down, he turns to me, points to the stars, and says, "You see those stars, you shine just as bright as them; do not let anyone dim your beautiful soul."

I look at him at the same time that he looks at me, and all I can think about is how attractive he is. He is at least 6'6", with his six pack visible through his thin white t-shirt, toned arms and legs that are to die for, a chiselled jaw, brown hair with blond tones, and piercing green eyes that, if you stare at them long enough, can pierce your soul. I can not handle the tension any longer, so I lean forward and kiss him. My body explodes with fireworks, something I have never experienced in the ten years I spent with my ex-fiance. I feel myself getting wet from his soft, sensual lips as our mouths move in unison.

I open my mouth to give him access, and he does not waste any time in pushing his tongue into my mouth and gently brushing it against mine. The intensity of the kiss sends ripples of pleasure from my lips, down my breasts, to my pussy. My lips are swollen, my tongue is fighting for dominance with his, and after a few minutes, I give in and let him take control. My entire body is on fire with desire and lust, and I want to rip his clothes off and take him here right now. After our incredible kiss, we collapse, gasping for air. It's the most amazing kiss I have ever had. My body is wriggling with pleasure, my mind is in complete bliss, and I do not want this night to end.

"Would you," I say breathlessly, "like to return to my cabin for drinks?"

“I would really like to,” he says, taking my hand and gently helping me stand up. He links his fingers in mine and we walk hand in hand along the beach towards the cabins behind the resort.

As soon as we enter the cabin and the door is shut, we begin ripping each other's clothes off; I remove his shorts and t-shirt while he unzips my dress, leaving me completely naked.

"Wow, you are truly stunning; I feel like I won the lottery tonight," he says, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed.

He does not give me a chance to respond before his lips are back on mine and the fireworks begin again, this time stronger than before because he is not holding back on his kisses. His tongue forces entry into my mouth and immediately takes control of the kiss, and I moan into his moan, intensifying his kisses. I groan aloud as he finds my sweet spot on my neck, and I can feel his smile against my neck as his lips move from mine down my jaw and onto my neck.

He starts sucking and licking the sweet spot on my neck, and I start wriggling underneath him, moaning, because I can feel the tingling from his lips on my neck all the way down to my pussy, sending shocks of pleasure that cause me to clench my pussy.

After a while, he moves down to my breasts and begins to lick and suck around them, getting closer and closer to my nipples; he pulls on one with his teeth, causing me to arch my back; he moves over to the other nipple and pulls it with his teeth; and then he begins to suck on it hard while taking his hand to the other, pinching and pulling on it. It feels like heaven right now. He is already killing me; he has not even touched my pussy yet. He keeps switching between my nipples, and I can not stand it any longer.

In the hopes that he will end the sweet torture and give me his large, hard cock, which I can currently feel in my pelvis, I say, "Please, I can not take it, please take me."

"Your wish is my command, beautiful," he says as he begins to kiss his way down my stomach slowly, teasing me as moans escape my mouth, becoming increasingly louder.

His lips finally meet my pussy lips, and I groan in frustration; he is teasing me, and I fucking love it; this is the type of sex I have craved my entire adult life. He slowly licks up and down my pussy lips, taking his time to open them before reaching my clit. He uses his fingers to gently open my pussy lips as his mouth encircles my clit and sucks it in. I snatch the bedsheets and yell, "FUCK!" because the pleasure he is giving me is too great for me to handle; he is too good.

I am getting closer to having an orgasm as he begins to gently move his tongue around my clit. He can tell I am getting close, so he digs his tongue deep into my pussy and quickly moves it in and out before switching it up and flicking it up and down. I grab his hair to hold his head in place as I begin to cum.

"I am going to cum, yes, YES, YES!" I yell as I cum all over his tongue.

He removes his tongue from my pussy and crawls up my body. He then hovers over my face while my cum is still on his tongue. As I am gasping for air, he puts his tongue in my mouth and gives me a passionate kiss that nearly makes me cum again.

With a seductive tone, he asks me, "Did you like the taste of your cum on my tongue, you naughty girl?"

"Yes!" I say breathlessly, "I feel so dirty and I love it."

"Good girl," he says as he guides his cock to my very wet pussy, and with one hard thrust, he is balls deep inside me. He rocks his hips slowly while fucking me, stretching my walls to make room for his girthy cock as I grab hold of his shoulders and pull him close to me. I then wrap my legs around his waist. I beg him to fuck me faster, but he refuses and continues to fuck me slowly and sensually, which is pushing me over the edge; my entire body is in a state of euphoria.

"Do you know how good my big hard cock feels in your tight little pussy? Do you feel better knowing you have been properly fucked by a real man? A real man who will treat your body with the respect it deserves. Has he ever fucked you like I am right now?" He whispers into my ear.

"I have never been fucked like this before," I say in between breaths and moans, as he keeps a steady rhythm until we both cum together, he stays inside of me as he lies down on my chest, panting and heavy breathing as we try to catch our breath. As our breathing returns to normal, I unwrap my legs from his waist, and he pulls out his cock and falls on the bed beside me, kissing my forehead before we both fall asleep in pure satisfaction.

As the sun rises, it shines its rays of light over our faces, waking us up in a peaceful way. With my body still deliciously sore from the night before, I sit up and take in all the pleasure I felt last night; it was unquestionably the best sex of my life, and I feel like a completely new woman. As Mitchell slowly starts to wake up, he grabs my arm and pulls me back down on the bed. He then begins to gently kiss my face, which makes me laugh.

I chuckle as I say, "Mmm, well, good morning to you too," and then I sit on top of him.

He says, "Good morning, indeed. I do like this view," as he examines my breasts and leans forward to kiss them. I put my arms around his neck to hold him in place while he explores my breasts with his mouth. He then begins sucking on my nipples, giving each one equal attention as he takes turns. 

I begin to wiggle on his lap, rubbing my pussy against his hardening cock. He begins to moan and nibble on my nipples as I continue to grind my pussy on him until he is completely hard. He stops nibbling my nipples and places those perfect lips on mine again, giving me an earth-shattering kiss that makes me lose all of my senses.

"Get on all fours now, my good girl," he says, lifting me up and placing me on the bed. As instructed, I get on my hands and knees, stoop slightly to expose my moist pussy, and he growls. He opens my pussy lips by rubbing the tip of his cock against them. As he suddenly thrusts deep inside of me, I can feel his balls slap against my clit and let out a loud moan. He begins to fuck me hard and fast, unlike the way he fucked me last night, and I love that he is not fucking me like I am made of glass; there is no gentleness in this sex right now; it is pure primal lust, and I can not get enough.

"Fuck me harder, Mitch!" I scream at him, rocking my hips back and forth against his thrusts.

"Hmm, how hard do you want me to fuck you?" He growls at me.

"GO AS HARD AND DEEP AS YOU CAN!" I scream louder, and he chuckles.

He pulls my hair, causing me to arch my back as he begins to fuck me so hard and deep, the tip of his cock bangs against the entrance to my womb, threatening to enter; he has one hand wrapped around my hair and the other gripping my hip. We are on the verge of a climax as the room echoes our moans, my ass clapping his groin, the smell of sweat and sex in the air sends my senses into overdrive, and I cum all over his long, hard, thick cock. I can not stop moaning and panting, and all I can think about is the amount of pleasure my body is experiencing right now. He cums soon after me, pumping streams of hot, thick, creamy cum deep inside my pussy, and with one final thrust, he finishes cumming inside me and quickly pulls out of me, causing a lot of our cum mixtures to gush out of my pussy.

I collapse on the bed, exhausted but satisfied, and he crawls up the bed, looking at me with admiration.

He says, "Thank you for such a lovely night, Willow. I hope I helped you realise that you deserve better than that dumb boy who left you. You are in a league of your own. I have to go now and get ready for work. Please drop by during your stay and I will give you a drink on the house." He gets up and begins getting ready in the same clothes he wore the night before.

"No, thank you, Mitch. You have given me exactly what I needed to start to heal. You are a good man, and I hope you get your dream woman." I blow him a kiss before leaving to take a shower, and he returns the kiss.

As I enter the shower, I let the water wash over me, ridding my body of the past, and watch it go down the drain, never to put me in a bad place again. Thanks to those bartenders and this island, I am a new woman whose main goal in life is to give and receive mind-blowing pleasure. "Let the games begin," I say to myself with a laugh.