Abandoned to the Sex Drive: A Pair of Erotic Stories

By Susan Hart

Washed Ashore -- A woman, shipwrecked on a deserted island, finds another survivor of the cruise ship accident after waking up on the sand & remembering nothing of what happened. We Must Increase Our Bust -- A woman who believes she's far underweight continues in the gym & at home, adding thousands of calories to her diet. Going home one night her car runs out of gas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463389539

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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Abandoned to the Sex Drive: A Pair of Erotic Stories

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2020 Susan Hart

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Washed Ashore

We Must Increase Our Bust

Washed Ashore

Synopsis: Washed Ashore -- A woman, shipwrecked on a deserted island, finds another survivor of the cruise ship accident after waking up on the sand and remembering nothing of what happened.

Audrey awoke to the feeling of the lapping of gentle waves on her feet. She gave a blissful sigh — now this was vacation — until her eyes popped open in shock. The last thing she remembered was being on the cruise ship.

Blinking rapidly, she waited for her eyes to adjust before taking in a broad expanse of beach. Her cheek rested in the gritty sand. She pushed herself up, noting the dull aching in her arms, and looked around in bewilderment.

Where was she? Audrey had woken up right at the water’s edge in some sort of tropical location. She could only guess that she was still in the Caribbean, but only because she’d been on a Caribbean cruise.

Audrey scoured her mind, feeling panicked that she had know idea what had happened. The last thing she’d remembered was lounging cozily in a deck chair after another scrumptious five-course meal.

The main course was rack of lamb, Audrey recalled, smacking her lips faintly. All the rich food had made her sleepy, so she was going to sit in the fresh air for a while until the show. She must have fallen asleep on deck, but why had she woken up on this beach?

Audrey had a horrible thought: Was this a deserted island? Did the ship sink?

Was she the only survivor? A crushing pressure of panic nearly closed her throat. She fingered her tattered gown, which was straining against her girth, and tried to calm down. If something that catastrophic had indeed happened, then there would be plenty of people looking for survivors.

She would be fine. Audrey had perhaps an even more terrible thought: What if I fell off the boat and no one noticed?

She’d taken the cruise as a reward for herself getting a promotion at work, but none of Audrey’s friends had been able to clear their schedules in time to celebrate with her. In somewhat of a huff, she’d decided she was going to go on the cruise by herself. She entertained the idea of perhaps meeting new friends, ones that cared about her and wanted to spend time with her, or even a man for a whirlwind Caribbean romance.

That particular fantasy had kept her very busy during the lonely