توضیحات
When a routine surveying expedition goes awry, Amy finds herself face to face with the terrifying woodland creature of legend: Sasquatch. And he's not happy. He holds Amy captive, promising to let her go if she can find a way to stop the development project that would destroy his home. Amy resists at first - but what starts as a ploy to distract him with her sexuality turns into something much, much more. And after she and the Sasquatch consummate their wild lust, a shocking discovery changes her life forever. Warning! This 7,700 word story contains bigfoot sex, interspecies breeding, and the unlikeliest romance you've ever seen! Adults only!
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Ever so slowly, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and lifting it over her head. She forced herself to look at the ground, not allowing her eyes to drift to the creature – to gauge at all if he was reacting, if he was staring at the expanse of tanned skin, watching her fingers as they plucked at the clasp of her bra.
As her breasts fell free, Amy felt the butterflies in her stomach slowly morph into a different feeling. It was a strange, thrilling tingle, travelling down her spine and twinging between her legs. Was she…no, it couldn’t be. It had to be the fear, making her body do strange things. There was no way she could beexcited by stripping for the creature.
All the same, she could feel the skin around her nipples pucker and tighten as they hardened. She couldn’t blame the cold. It was a beautiful summer day; there was hardly even a breeze.
She unfastened her jean shorts much more deliberately than she had to, pulling them down past her ass with a little more difficulty than was necessary, shimmying as she went. Still, she did not look at the creature. This had to seem genuine.
Her panties came next, and as she stepped out of them, she tried to ignore the feeling of one of those rare breezes brushing past her nether lips. She was growing hot and wet, there was no mistaking it now. A hot blush crept up the back of her neck. How could she be reacting this way to such a situation? Was she somehow turned on by the fact that she was being held captive, using her body to try and escape? Or, God forbid, to the creature himself?
She couldn’t explain it, but as she walked into the lake, the coolness of the water did nothing to calm her swollen flesh. A wild desire to touch herself, to relieve that pressure, was growing in the back of her mind, in the primal part that she couldn’t control. She forced herself to ignore it, to focus on washing herself.
But that didn’t particularly help – the feeling of her own hands running over her slick, wet skin was sending shivers of pleasure through her, making her inner muscles clench with need. She let her hand drift down, her fingers slipping between her slick lips, rubbing herself “clean.” She had to choke back a moan, and pulled her hand away was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Finally, she turned around to face the creature.
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Ever so slowly, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and lifting it over her head. She forced herself to look at the ground, not allowing her eyes to drift to the creature – to gauge at all if he was reacting, if he was staring at the expanse of tanned skin, watching her fingers as they plucked at the clasp of her bra.
As her breasts fell free, Amy felt the butterflies in her stomach slowly morph into a different feeling. It was a strange, thrilling tingle, travelling down her spine and twinging between her legs. Was she…no, it couldn’t be. It had to be the fear, making her body do strange things. There was no way she could beexcited by stripping for the creature.
All the same, she could feel the skin around her nipples pucker and tighten as they hardened. She couldn’t blame the cold. It was a beautiful summer day; there was hardly even a breeze.
She unfastened her jean shorts much more deliberately than she had to, pulling them down past her ass with a little more difficulty than was necessary, shimmying as she went. Still, she did not look at the creature. This had to seem genuine.
Her panties came next, and as she stepped out of them, she tried to ignore the feeling of one of those rare breezes brushing past her nether lips. She was growing hot and wet, there was no mistaking it now. A hot blush crept up the back of her neck. How could she be reacting this way to such a situation? Was she somehow turned on by the fact that she was being held captive, using her body to try and escape? Or, God forbid, to the creature himself?
She couldn’t explain it, but as she walked into the lake, the coolness of the water did nothing to calm her swollen flesh. A wild desire to touch herself, to relieve that pressure, was growing in the back of her mind, in the primal part that she couldn’t control. She forced herself to ignore it, to focus on washing herself.
But that didn’t particularly help – the feeling of her own hands running over her slick, wet skin was sending shivers of pleasure through her, making her inner muscles clench with need. She let her hand drift down, her fingers slipping between her slick lips, rubbing herself “clean.” She had to choke back a moan, and pulled her hand away was the hardest thing she’d ever done.
Finally, she turned around to face the creature.