Moving In, Getting Off
#11 of The Griffon of Paradise: The Full Account
Day 15
After poking around in those caves for the past few days, I think it's safe for me to set up in there. Just as well, too. My little shelter on the beach keeps falling over every time it rains, and I keep getting sand in places you definitely don't wanna get sand whenever I sit or lay down.
I packed up everything I'd need into the tarp, and hauled it over my shoulder to take to the caves. Actually getting everything up to the entrance I decided will be the "front door" took multiple trips. Thank fuck I could fly everything up in my arms. I'd probably kill myself climbing up and down this cliff with a bunch of tools, sticks, rocks, and a bigass tarp.
The part of the cave I'm using has a dirt floor with some rock shelves here and there. I put more palm leaves down over one of those shelves until I had enough cushion to use as a bed. The hammer I made a couple days back came in handy for hanging the tarp over the cave entrance to keep the rain out (I've had at least two thunderstorms since I came to the island. Sucks when you're out in the open). This cave's pretty high off the ground too, so I won't have to worry about flooding. If this island gets monsoons, I should be able to stay dry.
I rebuilt the firepit in the dirt floor, and I also transferred my count of the days onto one of the cave walls. Looks like I've been here for just over two weeks. I haven't gotten bored yet, which is probably a good thing. Managed to haul up some of the logs from the beach too and break them down into proper firewood. Got a pile of it in one corner.
The other big news from today is that I finally found some of the larger ground animals outside the lizards and the snakes I've seen so far. I was out getting some fruit and digging up some tubers with the makeshift shovel I made when I spotted this little goat-looking thing.
It had a bunch of curly horns like a corkscrew, and for something so compact it looked like it had a fair bit of meat on it. We stared at each other for almost a full minute before it turned and ran off. A few others joined it over the hill.
Looks like I'm gonna have to get some more hunting practice in. My instincts - yeah that's what I'm gonna call them - are telling me that goat will be a real tasty treat.
Aside from the goats, I've also found a bunch of holes in the grasslands. A furry head or two peeked out at me while I was looking. Might have to check those out as well. The trick will be how I catch them.
I've gotten better with the bow and arrow! One of those brightly colored birds went down today. Got it right through the heart. Was pretty pleased with myself, and it made for a sweet lunch. Went great with the greens I picked earlier this morning. Then in the afternoon, I managed to spear a bunch of fish!
Oh, and there's one more thing from when I woke up this morning any of the pervs reading are gonna love. I'll tell you about it later. Right now, I've gotta watch the fire. Having a nice big fish fry to celebrate getting good with a spear. Soon as I get back, though, I gotta share this because it was WHACK.
-Gilda
Alright, stomach is full, shorts are off for the night, got enough light to write by. Let's do this.
I actually remember one of the wet dreams I had last night. Probably because it involved someone I know, and while I've been wanting a good fuck, I didn't think I was THAT desperate. That smug asshole at the bar I usually go to, Gilbert. No idea why he was in it, but he was.
I dreamed I was at my usual seat, and he was a little further down. Nobody else was there that I remember, it was just the two of us. He slid up to me and asked me if I wanted to have some fun in his usual gross manner. Now, normally when some fuckboy like Gilbert comes up to me wanting some, I tell them to go eat a dick. But in my dream, I went along with it.
There wasn't much in the way of foreplay. Just the usual beaking and necking, and of course he was grabbing at my ass and tits. Then he pushed up his shirt and opened his pants. And holy FUCK he was hot. Perfectly chiseled bod, and a cock that was nice and fat, but not ridiculously massive.
At some point I must have dropped my own pants and pushed up my own shirt, because when he pushed me back against the bar I could feel his talons and beak on my bare hide. I know it's a dream and all. There's no WAY he looks that good or is that skilled with his hands in real life. But he got me going good.
Then I turned around and hiked up my tail, soaking wet and ready to go. He grabbed my tail and pulled as he shoved his dick in. I was panting and cussing and growling back at him. My claws gouged the wood of the bar.
It all felt so real. The sounds, the smell of the bar and of the sex, the feeling of Dream-Gilbert's dick stuffing me full, as well as both of us cumming. His jizz was hot, and filled me up even more. The whole time he never stopped pulling my tail with one hand and sinking his talons into my shoulder with the other.
I woke up shortly after that. Sleeping bottomless is paying off. The fur on my thighs was matted with girl cum. I was still horny, but I was also pissed.
Even if Gilbert was the last griffon in the entire world, I would NOT bone him. The guy's a fucking sleaze, and here I am dreaming about getting pounded over the bar by him.
Dammit, once I get off this island I'm gonna have to find another pub. It's gonna be too awkward to go back after that.
Oh for fuck sake, and I got myself turned on again just writing this down! Wait a sec. Writing it down. Heh, telling a bunch of complete strangers about my sex life is actually kinda hot. Got myself good and wet just putting it in writing. Running my fingers over my pussy right now, actually. Hopefully I'll have something better for you pervs to get off to later. Like I said, I got nothing to hide.
-Gilda