1. Memoirs of a Woman of the Wind


    Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Sex Humor, Author: LittleMissFart, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I opened my weak weary eyes, the glare from the bright sunshine obscured my vision, as strange faces looked down upon me. I could hear the sound of rolling waves from the sea, and my clothes felt heavy and wet. My blonde hair was all matted from the salty water. I had been lying u*********s on a sandy beach. The handsome faces staring down at me were brown with a slight reddish tint to them. I'd never seen faces like these before. There was a mix of men and women, and some young boys and girls amongst the small crowd too. They each had long strait thick black hair, Both genders were wearing some sort of light brown a****l pelt around their waists, and nothing else. The women were topless with their pert breasts out on full show. It was quite a shocking sight for me to see. They were speaking to each other in a language I had never heard before. Where was I? Is this what heaven is? Had I died in that horrendously violent storm which tore my father's ship asunder, and squandered the crew and everyone else on board into the roaring sea? &#034W-w-where am I?&#034 I mustered the strength to ask the strange people, although my voice came out like a shrill whisper. They just stared down at me, like as if I was some otherworldly creature. They didn't answer me. They didn't understand my language. They conversed amongst themselves, until an older looking fellow with a big feathery headdress on spoke to them in their own tongue. He must have given an instruction, which they followed. A ...
    couple men lifted me up and carried me off the beach with every one else following them. They took me through the surrounding green forest, and eventually came to a clearing amongst the surrounding trees, which was filled with lots of large bulbous mushroom-shaped tents made with a****l skins/pelts and leaves and sticks. The year was 1162, My name was Samantha, I was a countess from England, and this is my incredible story... These strange people took me into one of the tents and laid me on the fur of a brown bear that covered the floor. At first they was wary of me, and I was wary of them too. Indeed I feared they would be the end of me, and maybe my fear would have came true if not for a lovely young sweet girl. The first few days, most of the people would not dare enter the tent I was in, and I was far too weak and injured to even crawl, let alone escape from them. I was lucky enough then, that a sweet and very beautiful young women tended to me. She would always speak to me, despite the fact I couldn't understand her language, as she washed my wounds and bandaged me in leaves from a plant that I later found out had medicinal healing properties to it. She would bring me food, and would eat with me. She would always converse with the others, clearly talking about me, and despite the fact that I didn't know what she was saying, I could tell she was defending me. For the next month, I started to understand her language a little bit better, although I was still a long way off ...
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