Author: Tythakia

The Lost Expedition 2/5 – [Would love to know what you think!]

Sam looked at Kala in dismay, her eyes wide.

Kala giggled lightly, “oh, it won’t hurt him… too much…

“as long as you rub it with sandpaper to remove any splinters…”

Sam smiled, “aah…not his man meat – the plank!” She drew the short, sharp bladed knife on her thigh and spent some time carving curls of wood from the semicircular indentations that had been cut into each side of the man trap. She worked with some skill, and considerable expertise with the knife.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this,” she said and cut my loincloth off with the knife. She used it to smooth the edges of the holes she had enlarged. My manhood was erect, pointing up at her. She grasped it firmly and pulled me forward.

“My, that’s a strong pulse,” she purred, enjoying the uncontrolled pulsations she had caused along the length of my heated sex. “oh big boy… have I done this to you?” With a slow gentle squeeze, pressed my erection down into the notch in the wood.” Read more »

NSFW Lost Expedition 1/5 – [Would love to know what you think!]

and now the walls have softly dissolved away
and the tumbling white shoreline is pulling the glorious reflected blue sky up onto the sand… pulling it and letting it go hush by hush. The word is fantasy.

My heart is beating fast. We’d just finished a successful hunt and our guards were down when the sleek bodies of the amazons revealed themselves from the jungle. There were six males in our party and all of us knew that we were now at the mercy of these beautiful lithe huntresses. They knew how to treat their prey, slyly threatening us under our loincloths with wickedly sharp knives. The girls bound our wrists behind our backs, exposing our well muscled chests to the tropical sun, and led us to their campsite. They were virtually naked, clad in flimsy white cloth underwear that contrasted with their moist bronze skin. The amazons wore nothing else save for their hunting bows, the quivers of arrows bouncing lightly off their hips with each confident, graceful step, nets, and with hunting knives firmly strapped to their long smooth thighs. They had an excruciating effect on the men. Six lengths of masculine flesh were thickening, reacting under our loincloths. I bit my lip when I saw one of the huntresses coyly reach under one man’s loincloth, and pull him relentlessly forward with a smirk on her face. Read more »