You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

... form of clothing, all Jenna could find was the horrid fur that covered her before. Sighing, the lithe woman quickly wrapped the blanket around her, pinching it at the side. While the makeshift garment only covered her from the top of her chest to her upper thigh, it would do.

Sufficiently proper, Jenna slowly crept out onto the beaten path, the earth warm beneath her feet. Her footsteps were short and careful, head swiveling around. Since the only sounds around her were the trilling of insects and the occasional bird squawk, Jenna 's hope for a nearby tribe waned. A village would certainly have more commotion. Nodding to herself as she walked, all she had to do was find the primitive pest and make the freakish savage take her back to the sea. She'd make sure to hold her ground this time.

Yet as she continued, the foliage grew thicker and a number of odd statues caught her eye. They all were beautiful women, however the diversity in terms of shapes and sizes was unprecedented. Busty, modest, lean, thick, short, tall, all were represented. The poses varied as well, yet they all related to one thing: sexual desire. Some were of women lewdly posing, suggesting the possibility or interest in lustful deeds such as spread legs or suggestive countenances. Yet, others were less subtle, with women tossing their heads back in orgasm, bent over with wild hair, fingers plunging into themselves. All showed positions of desperate, animalistic need, each succeeding statue more ...

... depraved than the last.

While Jenna scoffed at the content, she couldn't deny the craftsmanship. A number of mediums, such as stone, marble, even a few in crystal, yet there wasn't a blemish in sight. Their hair seemed almost lifelike, their faces so real one could be forgiven for thinking they were once alive. The level of detail and care devoted to each figure was masterful, making the whole scene even more puzzling.

On the ground around them were thick vines that grew a large number of blue, bite-sized fruits. The berries were densest wherever the statues were, bundling up and covering their feet. As Jenna walked by, her stomach growled, sensing the nearby food. Without tact or respect, she approached a bundle of them and plucked a single berry. Putting it up to her mouth, the rich woman went to take a bite, but stopped as the aroma hit her nose.

The fragrance was incredible, a mix of vanilla, citrus, and something more that she couldn't put her finger on. Drawing a long, heavy breath, Jenna closed her eyes as the foreign scent wafted around her. Taking a second, then a third, the hazel-haired woman found her thoughts quiet down. Her body felt hot and heavy, yet her heart beat faster with each huff. It was a massage in an odor, gently caressing every muscle in her body at the rhythm of her lungs. Captured by the sensation, she clutched the fruit close to her nose in one hand, with the other drifting down further and further towards her mound.

Fuck... where's a savage ...