Another day of island life. The rain finally stopped so I could get some real work done - reinforced the hut walls and gathered enough coconuts to last through the next storm. My tits were bouncing annoyingly with every swing of the axe, but at least the work kept me warm. Found a new fishing spot where the current brings bigger catches. Tonight's dinner will be good. Still can't believe how normal it feels to be naked all day, my pussy getting wet from the sea breeze or just thinking about later when we're done with chores. This island life has rewired my brain completely - used to worry about office deadlines, now I just think about where the next meal comes from and how good it feels when he fucks me against the palm trees. Survival does strange things to your priorities.