Going home at last

My bags are packed and I'm ready to go!

That's right; after almost a year of living out of this cosy hotel room, I'm finally returning home to my beloved TWK Island.

But a quick recap for those that might not recall my dramatic fall from living in luxury. A lucky draw in the lottery saw my collect a sizeable fortune in prize money. Enough money to finance me buying my own island to call home. 

From my island, I ran a successful Airbnb service where I let out my spare room to travellers, as well as having my own cam studio in the basement to perform sexy and extremely lewd shows online as a camgirl. Coupled with a moderately successful modelling and porn career, I had enough income arriving in my bank account that it only seemed prudent to employ an investments manager to look after my money and make sure everything was taken care of for me.

Unfortunately, he was a bad egg and, having gained my trust across several years of employ, disappeared off around the world with all of my savings, never to be seen or heard from again.

To make matters worse, he had left me with a huge tax debt that I only learned about when the taxman came knocking on my door with an eviction notice. The only way to make things right, was for them to claim TWK Island from me until I could afford the tax repayments.

Out of desperation, I enrolled in the Squirt Games; a deadly competition with a prize fund that would have been more than enough to cover my debts. The competition was stiff with many other women as trying their best to win the prize. It was all or nothing with there being no reward for finishing second.

But, it was not to be. I was left destitute and living rough. First of all, sleeping behind a truck stop, giving handjobs and blowjobs for cash to keep myself fed. Then performing similar acts for cash in a local junkyard. At least there, I had a rusted roof over my head to shelter me from the elements,

As Christmas approached, my fortunes improved slightly though. A few quick modelling jobs earned me enough money to pay for a hotel room and it's there that I have been living ever since. Sure, I had to cross a few lines to earn that money. But sometimes you just have to ask yourself "what is more important; having a warm home or sticking to my no girl stuff rule?" (Amanda, as my one allowed girl crush, gets a free pass on that one should she ever choose to). If rubbing my my cunt against another woman's cunt is what it takes to stay fed, then that is what I'll do.

And now finally, my debt is paid off. TWK Island is back under my ownership and it's time to go home.

That said, I'll miss this room. Some fond memories here for sure. Perhaps I'll take the occasional break and come back here just to relive old times. Only time will tell.