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. nudes
This poor female went feral while she was still wearing her bikini. She seemed annoyed by the constraining fabric but unable to remember how to remove it. Luckily for both of us, she allowed me to get close enough to remove her now-unneeded clothes. (Fie
This fierce little coastal female wanted very little to do with me, begrudgingly allowing me to take measurements in exchange for all of my lunch before scampering off into the safety of the water (32B-24-36, 5’8”)
I'm often out in the reserve for days and sometimes even weeks at a time, always accompanied by at least one female colleague. My presence helps keeps them from going wild themselves, and mating with them makes me more attractive to their wild sisters,
Recently wilded females must be evaluated and checked on regularly to ensure they're adapting well. My job of course is to see if they're receptive to mating. This newcomer was more than happy to receive some male attention, and will likely stick to th
This brunette beauty is hunting for amphibians in this shallow creek. She must keep perfectly still to avoid scaring off her quarry. After about a half hour of waiting, with whip quickness, she strikes, pulling a wriggling salamander from the water. (Fie
Wild Females are often thought of as creatures of pure instinct, but it seems this beauty here is putting some serious thought into whether or not to mate with me. The mind of a Wild Female is a strange but not necessarily simple thing.
Due to their lack of verbal abilities, touch is very important to wild females. Here we see a newly wild specimen allowing the dominant female to perform a gentle manual inspection. She starts with the hands, and, well... you can probably guess where it
