To the magic, the only functional differences from wrapping your body in Milanese haute couture versus a fraying Walmart sheet set come down to the fabric type, coverage, and distance.Īs for type, the higher tech the fabric is, the worse it is for a mage. A piece of clothing is far from the most high-tech thing in our lives, but it is usually the tech closest to the body, and for most modern humans, that coverage is all but complete, all day long, excepting only brief periods to change clothes or bathe.īedclothes count, so this even applies to those that sleep nude.
You see, magic can only be done at a sufficient distance from technological artifacts, which is why there is so little magic in the modern world. This massage therapy scheme is part of our plan to find a fourth, a fifth, and so on. To our knowledge, there is only one other nature mage currently practicing on the planet. It’s no exaggeration to say that we wouldn’t be married if Kaitlyn wasn’t also a mage, but I’ve chronicled that story elsewhere. I am Devindra Bhat, nature mage Davie to my friends, only half of whom know about my magical powers. I thanked Gaia every day that I had the sense and good luck to marry her. Her leap had a predictably wonderful effect on her buns and breasts as she disappeared rapidly indoors to answer the call before it went to voicemail. “Argh!” Kaitlyn growled in exasperation, vaulting up onto the front porch, bypassing the front steps in her haste to dig her phone out of the clothes pile we left in the living room shortly after getting home. ? Pikka-tink-ta-link! Pikka-tink-ta-link! ? We simply practiced our therapy skills on all of them, and we believed in the reciprocal nudity doctrine of massage, being that you should get to ask your therapist to be naked if you take your massage that way. If someone were to drive up the dirt and gravel path that led to the house, they’d see us readily, but the only people we knew well enough to be visiting us here already knew we were part-time nudists and had seen us naked before.
Since we couldn’t see the top of the occasional jeep or SUV as it whooshed past on its way out to the deep Southern Utahan canyonlands, it stood to reason that they couldn’t see us, either. Our house sits atop a sharp rise from highway level, perhaps ten meters above the road surface and sixty or seventy meters back from it. Under Moab’s noonday spring sun, clothes were more hindrance than help to us at the moment.
Nude because it’s easier for a mage to heal scrapes from the physical work than to clean the consequent biological products out of our clothing. Kaitlyn and I were naked, hauling our carful of possessions back into our house, having just graduated from massage therapy school up in Salt Lake.
“Fire burns, and water refreshes heavy bodies descend, and lighter substances fly upwards, by the necessity of their own nature nor was the invisible hand of Jupiter ever apprehended to be employed in those matters.” I do not envy your difficulties in addressing client needs under the culture’s demands. The author recommends that you do not take practical advice from fictional persons.ĭedication: This book is for the body servants. To the extent that there are people or places named in this book that exist in the real world, they are not as described here. The story contains the following themes: magic romance therapeutic & erotic massage naturism stripping nudity dares nude art photography exhibitionism voyeurism only one naked (OON) embarrassment (ENF & ENM) oral sex (MF & MM) intra-, extra-, and pre-marital sexual intercourse straight & gay sex group sex mixed bathing skinny dipping and even spooning! My!ĭisclaimer: This is fiction. Content Advisory: This work of erotic fiction is intended for adults only.
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