Just finished training these two new Junior Researchers in how to properly mate with wild females. They were exceptional students, I must say. While I hate to see them go, I love to watch them leave. nudes
My wife affectionately refers to the colleagues I regularly mate with as my mistresses, and this remarkable young woman here is the latest to earn herself that moniker. The wild females find her as irresistible as I do, so it's a win win for everyone.
With most parts of the the preserve lacking the threat of predation or hunting, most females don't really care to hide as this female napping just beside a stream kindly demonstrates
This beach female fell asleep on the beach during low tide. Awoken by the returning waters wetting her sensitive underside, the female must now hurry to shore if she doesn't want to find herself trapped on this sand bank by the tide.
Mating with wild females provides an opportunity for up close observation and photographs, like the one I took of this beauty here. I may be a depraved womanizer, but I am still a scientist.
When sexually frustrated, wild females will hump damn near anything, as this beauty here demonstrates with an abandoned beach toy. Regularly mating with such females relieves this frustration and helps them focus on their continuing survival.
While one might think that such a happy couple of wild females would have no interest in mating with a man, such powerful pairbonds stimulates their instinct to breed. Many of my own wild daughters were born and reared by couples like these two.
I'm sometimes asked if I joined the Department of Wild Female Sexuality and Procreation because I was a pervert, or if it was the job that turned me into a pervert. My answer? Yes.
We fostered this domestic a while back, but unfortunately weren't able to keep her as she and Peppa fought constantly for dominance. Luckily, her forever home isn't far away, and she's always happy to see me when I pop in for a visit.
