The sea breeze tugged gently at my hair as I stepped off the small wooden dock onto the pristine sand of Samson. It had been a month since I arrived on the Isle of Scilly, and the allure of the archipelago had not waned a bit. The solitude, the clear skies, the ever-present whispers of the ocean, it was all for which I had hoped. I had bought a motorboat to explore the islands at my own pace and today was no different. Th...

The next day, we decided to visit Hugh Town to buy essentials and to collect my possessions from the flat I had rented. With my suitcase packed and groceries purchased we returned to the motorboat in the harbour for the return journey to what had become our home on Samson. I smiled at John as I broke the silence. "It's funny John, you brush up quite nicely when you are not naked." John chuckled and blushed slightly, his h...