1. A Tour of the Isle of Lesbos - The Introduction


    Date: 5/11/2018, Categories: Reluctance, Author: benawriter, Source: LushStories

    Girard and his friend, Barnard were sailing in the bay between the mainland of Greece and Mytilene, the island better known as Lesbos. An unexpected storm roared upon them and they struggled to keep their small craft afloat for almost an hour, when it finally crashed into a rocky cove on the island. Bewildered, battered and bruised, they managed to get ashore from the wreckage of their boat and began hiking through the dense brush seeking shelter. Barnard became frustrated because there seemed little hope of finding shelter in the direction Girard had chosen, and so he went off on his own quest, leaving Girard to find his way alone. The storm finally began to dissipate and Girard came upon a small group of naked women, several of whom were carrying spears, as though hunting for game. He thought it odd but approached them calmly, and asked for water and shelter so he could rest. The age range of the group varied from young women, probably in their late teens, to women probably in their forties, he estimated. A few were very attractive, but most seemed average in every respect. The women seemed strangely excited to see him, and they welcomed him warmly, escorting him to a small village of tents and huts. He felt like he had somehow entered another era, but the women ushered him into a large tent and immediately began fussing over him. They brought him food and water, and even as he ate, they began to undress him and wash his body. When they had cleansed all of him except ...
    where his pants prevented it, they stripped him, and were quite aggressive in doing so. He chose not to object, since they had been so kind and seemed only interested in making him comfortable and clean. When his pants were thrown aside, two women helped him stand while two others bathed his genitals. Girard could not ignore the continued touching and washing of his genitals, and he was soon erect, much to the delight of the women in the tent. They had been giggling and whispering among themselves up to this point, but now one of them finally stepped forward and took his hand. “What is your name?” she asked. “Girard,” he replied. “I am Cena,” she said warmly, “Come; you must be presented to the Supreme One.” She led him from the tent and the others followed. As they made their way through the small village, Girard noticed more women, also totally naked, but no men or small children. The group of women gathering grew larger and larger as they approached a large building, which obviously was some sort of temple. They entered and soon Girard was standing before a woman who was sitting in a throne. He guessed that she was at least fifty, probably older. Cena was still holding Girard’s hand and she raised it in the air, as though presenting a prize. “We found this specimen in the forest, Supreme One. He has been fed, watered and cleansed.” The old woman looked at Girard and asked, “What is your name, and why did you come here?” “My name is Girard, Ma’am, and our boat crashed in the ...
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