We can't even afford proper pool toy furries or shrink rays to really give the people what they need

At the mercy of the woods, forevermore.

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And perhaps it never did.
You couldn't be too sure the pleasure did end.
For as soon as the world finished ravishing you, sleep became your Owner.
The soporific darkness of rest, caressed your vision, inviting you into the world of slumber.
And so you lay in the forest, at peace once more.

You couldn't resist the power of Nature.
So your back became arched as climax took over your body and mind.
As your sonorous moans became one with the forest.
A harmony of natural pleasure, of normal desire, of plant and animal and elements combined.
It felt like it would never stop.

Leisurely, the forest around you became more vibrant.
The pastoral hues saturated in a dazzling display of poetic beauty.
The perfume of allure mixed with your hedonistic sweat, into a lustful musk.
The kisses became frantic, filled with needy urging.
Even the air became steamy with allure.

So your hand reached lower.
Past your stomach, teasing yourself with such indulgent motions.
Like the branches above you puppeted your movements.
Like the wind blew to tease you in a masterly manner.
Like the air itself intoxicated you to the point of mindless acceptance.

The scents luring you into safety, like a blanket of perfumed incense.
The song of the forest with a cadence of the most experienced hypnotist.
The kisses of grass and petals as addictive as the most potent lover.
You couldn't resist the phantasmal commands that serenaded you.

Perhaps you were always this easy.
Maybe today was a mindless day.
Or Nature's will was stronger than you ever realised.
Whatever the case, you were struck by how effortless it was to sink into the ground below.
To lose yourself in your own hands and to abandon yourself to the woods around you.

You started off slowly.
If ever there was a day for teasing, for lazy love, it was today.
So you stroked your body in rhythmic patterns, down your sides and up your chest.
Nice, steady circles and lines, an enthralling pattern that ensnared you as readily as a spiral.

But, an urge began to develop in you.
It was difficult to pin down at first, just an instinct, basal and crude.
An emotion indescribable yet completely comprehensible to you if no-one else.
A desire, a need for a relaxing pleasure.
For your body to radiate more warmth than the sun itself.

The soft smell of lush greenery around, of tree sap and flowers in full bloom.
The sound of aeolian music singing though the branches around you.
Even the air you breathed tasted sweet, that natural succour only available when you're at peace.
You were so relaxed, you could lay there forever.

(pg 4-6 out of 6)