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The Massage Goddess – Jane (FF) (Sensual) (Spiritual)

Name: Jane
Age: 34 years old
Race: white
Occupation: Office Administrator
Marital Status: Divorced
Children: 1
Service Requested: Massage and Bodywork
Problem Areas: Shoulders, hips, calves
Other notes: Stressed, need to relax

It’s a snowy April afternoon in the Rockies. The sun is bright, and the snow sticks to the evergreens. I pull up to the modern, rustic minimal. It’s built on a slope, giving the effect of blending into the scenery. I take a final nervous breath, then walk up to my destination. “Full Circle Bodywork and Energy Healing,” the sign above the door reads, in a white, flowy, zen-like script.

I walk in and my eyes immediately rest. I hadn’t realized how bright the sun and snow were outside. The place is covered in earth tones, from the walls, to tapestries hanging, to the displays of artwork. It smells like a divine concoction of natural oils, though none are distinct enough to name. It’s dimly lit with amber colored lamps. The space looks textured with all kinds of materials. A figure then appears through bamboo drapery.

“Hello, you must be Jane,” the figure says. Her voice is soft and comforting. It has a sweetness to it that puts me instantly at ease. Read more »

The Campground Shower, Part II (sneak peek)

The Campground Shower, Part II

The tension hung in the air like a lazy cloud. My heart raced and my breath came to a stop. “Goddamnit son of a bitch!” Laura’s husband, Jeff, flung up from his seat and began patting down his legs and shirt.

Once all the commotion was done, he explained that an ember from our little bonfire had landed on him and burned through his clothes. He was fine, but still rattled. I thought how his incident was unfortunate for him, but the timing couldn’t have been better for me.

Laura and Jeff left shortly after, a slight look of embarrassment on Laura’s face. Eva let out a pressured sigh of relief. “Well that got weird real fast,” she mused.

Eva watched the couple stumble onto their site and disappear in the darkness. Once the coast was clear, she stood and confidently straddled her legs around my lap on the lawn chair. “All this talk about sex has me a little…”

I felt her breath along my neck and she took my earlobe into her mouth. She sucked, a little harshly, then began rotating her hips on my lap. I always know she’s drunk horny when she takes my earlobe into her mouth like this. Read more »

The Campground Shower (MF) (Unsuspecting)

The Campground Shower

It was the hottest week of July and I was at the campground with my family for our yearly 7 day camping trip. My wife, myself, and two kids, 7 and 9, rough it in the wilderness for a week. If, of course, roughing it means having a generator, air mattresses, and a portable TV, and wilderness if that means occupying a plot of land alongside dozens of other campers.

We had become astute campers, and found the perfect balance between enjoying nature and bringing along our necessary comforts. Our multi-room tent gave my wife and I some privacy, and have learned tricks through the years to minimize insect and water issues. The kids were getting old enough to be more independent, which gave me more time to myself.

The campground had two indoor facilities, each at one end of the property. The buildings were identical, and included a sink with mirror above, and a shower with hot water. The shower stall had a curtain to provide some privacy. I have always appreciated the hot showers; they were a much needed reprieve from the busy, tiring days. The buildings were not distinguished by gender. It was a mostly quiet, modest campground, and people were able to take turns using the shower and sink. It wasn’t uncommon to have someone in there while you were showering or brushing your teeth. The whole place had a communal, laid back feel to it. Read more »

The Amazonians, Part II (Chs. 1-3) (Futa) (Adventure)

Chapter 1

Anka paces back and forth, as if I’m not in the same confined space as her. She looks pained, anguished, like she’s been up all night running possibilities through her head.

I weigh my own options in my head. I decide it may be best for me to speak first. “Anka, look,” I start.

“Shht” she says through pursed lips. She holds her hand out and pinches, as if to shut me up. “You are not supposed to know,” she says, suddenly sounding much more familiar with English.

Her hands connect behind her back as she paces. “You should not have gone to that waterfall,” she says, speaking more to herself than to me.

I’m beginning to feel suspicious of her intentions. And annoyed that she’s been able to speak English all this time. “Wait…what.”

“Shht” she interrupts again. She sighs deeply and finally looks me in the eye. “You were not supposed to know about our… abilities.”

“Right. It’s fine, really,” I assure her, speaking rapidly. “I promise I won’t say anything to…” Read more »

The Amazonians, Futas of the Rainforest: Part I (Chs. 5-8 (MF) (Strong Female) (Adventure)

Chapter 6

Mesma reached down to massage her clit. I had noted earlier that her clit seemed larger, more pronounced than other women I’ve been with. Come to think of it, all of the women here seemed to have rather girthy clits. I hadn’t thought much of it, as I know every body is different.

She closed her eyes in concentration, her fingertips occasionally tapping my cock head as it continued gliding between her pussy lips. Intuitively, I watched her touch herself. It was always a turn on to watch women touch themselves. Mesma began panting, and her clit swelled even more.

At this point, she was no longer rubbing a nub. She had her swollen clit between her thumb and fingers, and she was stroking up and down. The stroking prompted even more growth – and I stared in amazement at the rapidly growing member.

It was the closest thing I’ve ever seen to magic, yet it clearly was not supernatural. I imagined it was similar to watching a flaccid penis grow into a rock hard cock, only this was using female parts instead. I knew enough about biology to know that the hardware is essentially the same, it’s just constructed differently. Read more »

The Amazonians: FUTA Rules: Breed or Die, Ch 1 (futa)

Chapter 1

Anka paces back and forth, as if I’m not in the same confined space as her. She looks pained, anguished, like she’s been up all night running possibilities through her head.

I weigh my own options in my head. I decide it may be best for me to speak first. “Anka, look,” I start.

“Shht” she says through pursed lips. She holds her hand out and pinches, as if to shut me up. “You are not supposed to know,” she says, suddenly sounding much more familiar with English.

Her hands connect behind her back as she paces. “You should not have gone to that waterfall,” she says, speaking more to herself than to me.

I’m beginning to feel suspicious of her intentions. And annoyed that she’s been able to speak English all this time. “Wait…what.”

“Shht” she interrupts again. She sighs deeply and finally looks me in the eye. “You were not supposed to know about our… abilities.”

“Right. It’s fine, really,” I assure her, speaking rapidly. “I promise I won’t say anything to…” Read more »

The Amazonians, Ch 2 (CFNM) (femdom)

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Chapter 2

Then there was Anka, the unquestionable leader of the tribe. Anka was maybe in her late thirties, but her eyes suggested she’d seen a lifetime’s worth of struggle. She had difficulty with her mobility some days, which seemed impossible when you take in the majesty of her figure. Anka was not the tallest or strongest of the women, but she was certainly one of, if not the most beautiful. Her calves, thighs and behind were round and curvy. Her wide hips cinched into a narrow waist. Anka had some of the fullest, most alluring breasts of any of the tribe’s women.

On days where she struggled to move, I was like her personal assistant. I’d help her out of her sleeping hammock in the morning, then I’d wash her entire body with a bowl of soap and water. We always stayed in her upper class, finely decorated hut. I assumed it was because she did not want the other women to perceive her as weak if she needed help walking to the river for bathing. Read more »

The Amazonians – Ch 1 (CFNM) (femdom)

The Amazonians

Chapter 1

It has been three weeks since I woke up in this place. I flew down to Quito, Ecuador for a friend’s wedding, and thought I would explore and hike, and take in some of the beautiful scenery of this part of the world. Then I got lost. Being the arrogant man I am, I figured I could hike these mountains by myself. While I was lost, a storm came and the rain was relentless. I slipped and fell on some rocks, and must have knocked myself out.

When I woke up, it was morning, and I had bandages on my right thigh and around my head. My vision was blurry, but I made out multiple figures wandering around me. They were tall, slender, and caramel-colored. As my sight returned, I saw that they were women. They were all women. Tall, strong, breathtaking warrior women. They brought me water and changed my bandages.

As I wandered in and out of consciousness, some of them cooed gently and stroked my face, reassuring me I would be okay. I began to be able to distinguish their different touches, but they all had a certain level of firmness as they tended to me. Read more »