The Cabin - Sex Stories

The Cabin

All characters depicted in this story are 18 years old and older. Enjoy!

Elora walked into her hamlet's forest to look for supplies to replenish the stock for her storefront. Her sister, Tessa, and Elora sold medicine and plants foraged from their forest in their merchant district. Elora and Tessa have always taken care of each other. When Elora was 18, her parents left them on a journey to a new world, hoping to find fortune. Elora and Tessa have been on their own for the past four years since then. In the absence of their parents, they have both grown and established a life and small wealth in their hamlet. She was fond of the hamlet she grew up in. She knows everyone in the town as she grew up with them. However, her interactions with her fellow villagers have dulled over the last several years. At least the prospects of romantic relationships with the men in town. However, there was no shortage of travelers that always came through. Their hamlet was near a main artery that cut through their lands. These men often frequent their town's tavern. She has always been fascinated by them. She thought about these men while she walked alone through the forest. She found the bed of mandrake while the sun was set low in the sky, peeking through the dense forest.

She had wondered where they had traveled from and where they planned on going, but mostly, she loved passing by the bustling tavern because of the reactions she always received from them. Elora's skin was tanned from ...

... her work foraging in the woods and in the outdoor marketplace. Her once lean build had developed generous curves with age. She loved the way her corsets hugged and slimmed her waist and displayed her full breasts and soft hips. Her deep brown eyes matched her long hair that freely skimmed her waist. She's heard many of these men mutter in frustration about how she was a tease or the delicious, dirty things they would make her do if they got her alone. The thought shot straight to her core. Truthfully, Elora, got excited when she heard these things. While she has not had many lovers, she enjoyed seeing the euphoria in their eyes when she would bring them to pleasure with her tight, warm body.

She enjoyed the pleasure she shared with her lovers. However, her own pleasure has always been short-lived. Her lovers, while enjoyable, seldom satiated her voracious appetite. And the travelers always left. She longed for someone to satiate her and ravage her the way that she always left the men she'd laid with. Her core tightened at the thought at being taken roughly from behind and moaning loudly. She then pictured a tanned, muscular hand fisting her hair, pulling her hair back as her pleasure crests and releases throughout her body.

She snapped out of her daydream as she pulled out the last of the mandrake roots in the bed of forest ground. As she looked ahead, she spotted what looked like mushrooms growing on an old willow tree. She ran her fingers gently over the cream-colored, ...