So I must warn you before you read on dendrophilia is the attraction to trees. Which attraction to trees and plants makes you a ecosexual which yes it’s a thing. Well I had a dream that inspired me to write this juicy, naughty story for you. So be prepared to open your mind and explore dendrophilia with me. 

Deep In My Slumber I Dreamed…

Well, I have to say, when I set out today on this adventure into this enchanted forest, I never quite imagined it would turn out like *this*. I figured I’d find some magical flowers, maybe weave them in my hair, bring home some charmed mushrooms, that sort of thing. I never thought I’d find myself naked and bound with magic vines between two trees like this.

Wait, maybe I should back up a bit.

Today started out as a fairly normal day. There was nothing to do in the palace, as usual, so I thought I’d go for a walk. I ended up running across an enchanted forest. (You could tell it was enchanted by the way the trees and bushes waved at me when I came into view.) I’d never actually seen one in real life before, so I decided to go explore it. What a great idea that was!

At first, the adventure went pretty much like I thought it would. I did indeed find some magical flowers, and I did weave them into my hair. I put a few charmed mushrooms in my basket to take home with me. But as I went deeper into the forest, I noticed something. The trees, the bushes, even the grasses on the floor of the forest were starting to gently caress me as I walked by.

Curiosity Played A Part And Took Hold

I was initially a little weirded out by this. But as I continued on, it started to become pleasant–a gentle wisp of a vine on the back of my hand here, and the touch of a leaf on my ankle there. I felt myself relaxing. It seemed as if I were being welcomed by the forest itself. The attention was intoxicating for someone who is as touch-starved as royalty tends to be, so I began to embrace it.

Soon, the embraces turned literal! I found myself actually hugging a tree at one point. I felt so grateful to the forest for loving and accepting me unconditionally, despite my royal status. And that’s when it got a little…freaky.

The touches from the forest plants became a little more…forward. They began to caress my breasts and my thighs. I felt myself blushing as one vine eased itself between my lips while another one stroked the back of my neck. I could feel my heart rate increasing. Was this what the books meant when they talked of those unusual people who were into dendrophilia, sexual arousal from plants?

It must be because I let the vines and trees undress me and trap me here in gentle bondage with absolutely no objections at all.

My Intense Experience With Dendrophilia

So here I am, my wrists and ankles spread and bound by vines between two trees, my naked body crying out for the touch of another plant. I can feel the grasses between my feet growing up the length of my long, tanned legs. They start by tickling the tops of my ankles, then the tops of my knees, and then, finally, the tops of my thighs. One particularly brave piece of grass runs its tips over the soft, hairless skin of my shaven pussy. I gasp, and I tell myself it’s in surprise. But, really, it isn’t because I’ve been craving this for a while now.

Been a while sense I’ve been touched so sensually like this. It feels so good to spread my legs a little wider and let the grass tease the top of my clit.

A couple more vines reach out to wrap themselves around my breasts, binding them gently, like tentacles wrapped around them, holding them up for me. The ends of the vines are thicker than the tips of the grasses, and they attach themselves to my nipples to tease and tug at them. I feel a flood of wetness between my legs. My legs start to tremble in anticipation.

Dendrophilia…ecosexuality, who would’ve ever imagined?

A tree branch starts to spank me across my naked ass, and I cry out, not in pain, but in pleasure. It does sting a little, but that bit of pain feels so good to me. I arch my back and stick my butt out so that the tree has easier access to it. I get another, harder spank as a reward!

The grasses continue to tease my clit, and the vines keep tugging at my nipples. The tree branch doesn’t stop spanking me, either. Before long, I’m at the end of my rope, begging for release. That’s when an extra-thick vine winds itself down to the floor of the forest, snakes its way around and up my right leg, and then penetrates me roughly. My knees give way as my first orgasm hits me. More vines descend to grab me before I hit the ground as the waves of pleasure rush through me.

Doesn’t End Just Yet

The vine between my legs fucks me mercilessly. The other plants don’t stop their onslaught, either. They continue attending to my horny, naked body, giving me everything I need.

Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me. I can tell that my nipples are going to be sore and my ass is going to be bruised after this little exploit, but I don’t actually care. It all feels way too good for me to be concerned right now.

One final orgasm rolls over me, and I think I black out for a minute because the thrill is so intense. When I come to, my bonds had been released. The grasses, trees, vines, and bushes all wrap themselves around my body, which is now lying on the ground in the fetal position. They hold me close and comfort me as I come down from my profound orgasms.

“Mmm, yes,” I think dreamily, “dendrophilia, indeed!”

Little Afterward

Well I told you to approach with an open mind and I certainly hope that you did. I hope that my naughty story inspired some fun exploration of magic and fantasy of your own. We could get up to a lot of naughtiness should be open that door…