Alone On A Desert Island With a Nude Polina

 I have to admit that I am feeling a bit conflicted at the thought of this scenario. I have always felt that if I was to be stranded on a desert island then the ideal condition would be for my compadre to be someone on the obese side of the scale. That way I would have an emergency food source if I ever needed one, or if I just got bored with coconuts and fish. I think the fish would get old after about a day, so it really does not seem like my islandmate would last long at all. 

But with Polina that whole plan gets thrown out the window. As great as she would be for eye candy, she would be good for only, what, like two meals? It is not hardly worth the trouble. If anything, she would be the one eyeing me for a meal. I would never get a good nights rest due to waking up at the slightest disturbance because that is how she would do it: when I'm sleeping. She would crack my dome like a coconut and not feel a bit of remorse. Heartless.  

Photo Credit: Photographer Mauricio Villahermosa for B-Authentique