I am starting a new series that will be six or eight Modern Erotic Fairy Tales. One has already been written and I am sure you can figure out which one.
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way. I already have a list of fairy Tales I am writing but if you have a favorite I could maybe include it.
Bountiful Sleeping Beauty
A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale
Chapter 1
It had been a long week at work and Philip took off early Saturday morning to spend the weekend in a remote forest he had found six months ago. It was very remote and almost no one knew about it and he wasn't going to tell anyone because he didn't want to spoil his only area of solitude.
The part of the forest he loved looked almost like a garden. The trees were perfectly formed and looked like they were almost created by some deity. All the underbrush had the same beautiful, perfect structure, but were colored by various kinds of flowers. There was normal iris, rose and lilies but there were others he had never seen before.
He made sure not to spoil the forest and only brought food and water, plus a bag to carry out his trash. He found his way to his favorite clearing, lay down and let the serenity of the forest envelope him. After several hours he began to get restless and he got up to explore parts of the forest he had never seen.
After a couple of hours of hiking he ran across an overgrown stone walkway that was well hidden by time and the overgrowth. He decided to explore, followed the path for about thirty feet and then he crossed some kind of hidden barrier and everything became even more beautiful. In addition, to the change in the forest, was the most stunningly beautiful woman he had eve seen and she was floating naked over the path.
The shock of the hidden garden and the gorgeous woman stunned him and he stepped backwards the barrier closed in front of him and everything was back to normal. He gathered his wits and stepped forward again though the barrier and into the hidden garden. The air, smell and sounds were all different and it was unlike any place he had ever seen.
Philip was stunned and stood stock still for ten minutes scanning the forest and taking in the gorgeous creature in front of him. The woman was floating about three feet in the air and she was gloriously naked, absolutely captivating and he couldn't avert his eyes.. She looked as though she was sleeping, so he cleared his throat, but nothing happened. He felt a little like a pervert ogling this incredibly beautiful, naked woman. So, he softly yelled, "Madame, are you okay? Do you need any help?"
She didn't move or respond in any way, so he took several steps closer and repeated his query, "Miss, do you need any help?" With still no reply and no movement. How was she floating on air? He looked for strings, ropes or anything that was holding her up, but could find nothing.
Philip took another step closer with his eyes taking in this beautiful woman. She was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. Her face was mesmerizing and he couldn't look away, but he did because her figure promised seductive riches in her ripe and succulent form. Philip wanted to touch and caress her to make sure she was real but was she real. He quickly backed up through the barrier and suddenly she was gone, then stepped forward and she was back. He mused that there must be some kind of force field guarding her.
He walked towards her again and this time stood next to her gazing at every part of her. She was slim but perfectly proportioned, athletic but feminine everywhere she needed to be. He figured her to be not more than five feet tall and less than one hundred pounds. Her hair was long, silky and blonde and was long enough to pool on forest floor beneath her.
Her face was flawless. She was indeed a rare beauty; her skin was flawless with its polished flesh tones containing nary a wrinkle or blemish. Her face was oval with sharp cheekbones and no makeup, but she had naturally rosy cheeks and red lips that only illuminated her natural beauty. Her petite ears, delicate celestial nose and bow-shaped lips were perfect on her face, but her large eyes completed her doll face. With them closed he wondered what color these big eyes were.
Her neck was regal and so smooth he knew she couldn't be more than twenty-five. Her shoulders looked strong and well sculpted perfectly framing her bountiful and perfect breasts. Her breasts were full and he guessed maybe a D-cup with delightfully small pale pink nipples. His hands itched to caress them, but he resisted. Her ribs were prominent against her skin and made a dramatic slope to small, petite waist and taut stomach.
Her hips were womanly but small, with a tight muscular ass. Her womanly cleft was bare of any hair and looked to be pouting seductively for a playmate. Her nipples, and womanly cleft seemed to call to him, wanting his attention and he had to admit he wanted what she was offering. Finally, her legs were tight, muscled, but gorgeously feminine in a seductive way. Everything about her was absolutely perfect.
He had been brought up in the southern US and was raised to be respectful to woman. His hands itched to touch her, but caressing a woman that is sleeping was just not right. At moments like this he wished he was a little more daring and not as chivalrous. Still, she was the most stunningly gorgeous and tempting woman he had ever seen and his eyes wandered over her irresistible body like seductive caresses.
Philip moved closer until he could feel the heat of her body, the glow of her skin and the serene look on her face. It was then that he saw a coating of pollen covering her skin and he couldn't let that stand. Her beauty needed to be exceptionally pure and he wanted to clean her. Philip took off his shirt and began to gently brush away the pollen leaving her silky skin glowingly free of any powder.
As he brushed the pollen from her breasts, her nipples stiffened and a whisper of a moan came from her lips. He stood afraid that he would wake her, but at the same time wanting to see her and her passion come to life. He brushed both breasts free of pollen until her nipples were engorged and practically begging for attention. She moaned as her back arched, lifting her breasts towards him and her head rocked back and forth.