The offshore barrier islands that this female calls home have few trees, so driftwood is a valuable commodity. She will drag this branch back to her nest, and wedge it in place to provide shelter from the wind, rain, and sun nudes
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 mated with this couple last breeding season, but it seems neither became pregnant. Now that they're out of heat, they clearly have no desire to try again, and if anything, seem annoyed with me for having wasted their time.
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.
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.
Based on how she was waiting expectantly for me, I can only assume I've mated with this wild female before, though I can't seem to recall her. That's a little embarrassing, considering how much I adore wild females, but thankfully she'll never know a
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
When a wild female gains weight (usually from too many hand outs), it concentrates in their hips and breasts, resulting in a voluptuous, exaggerated hourglass figure. They're best able to reproduce when they have surplus fat reserves, and are advertisin
