Really good descriptive writing on this story! Can't wait for more!

*** Had to make a new account cause I lost access to the old one. But I am still writing this story ***

Emily carried me all the way back to the car with me hanging over her shoulder while she held the leash for my dog. As she walked, my arms and legs swayed back and forth as I bounced slightly with each step. As I hung upside down, I had the perfect view of her muscular butt and legs. They bulged with each step, her hamstrings flexing and stretching. I wanted to reach out and grab them, but I refrained from doing so. She was helping me out and getting me back safely. The last thing I wanted to do was be weird or upset her.
We made it back to my car eventually, and she reached into my pocket to get my keys. I felt her hand rummaging about in there, and I held back a gasp as I felt her hand brush close to my inner thigh. But she managed to grab the keys and unlock the car. She opened the back seat, and my dog jumped in. “Good job buddy, who’s a good boy?” she asked my dog as she pet him, meanwhile I continued to dangle over her shoulder.
She then shut the door, and walked around to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. She placed on hand on my lower back and the other on the back of my thighs. She gently pulled me off her shoulder and held me in a cradle, smiling at me innocently as she lowered me into the seat. She then buckled my seat belt for me as I sat there in total awe of her. Once I was secure, she ran around to the other side, started the car, and pulled out and away to head back towards town. “That was a really great day, thanks for inviting me!” she thanked me as she drove.
“Of course, I’m glad you came,” I smiled, trying to keep my voice level and ignore the raging hormones that were battling inside me. “Sorry you had to carry me all the way back thought,” I apologized with a blush of embarrassment.
She smiled and waved me off, “It’s okay! Things happen! I just hope it’s not too serious, do you want me to take you to an immediate care?” I was touched by how concerned she was, but I shook my head and told her I just needed to get home and ice my ankle. I told her the way to get to the house I lived in, it was just outside of the downtown area. Soon enough, she pulled in front of the house I was renting. She got out, and took my dog inside the house. I watched as she walked back out towards the car. She looked incredible, a short ball of hard muscle. She smiled as she opened up the door, unbuckling me and scooping me up in her arms again. “Okay, here we go ‘old man’,” she laughed, carrying me inside the house.
I was nervous for a moment that one of our neighbors would see, but she brought me inside quickly, closing the door with her foot as she held me there. We stared at each other awkwardly now, not sure what to do. She blushed slightly, realizing that she was still holding me in the air. “Um, so do you want me to bring you to the couch or…”
I blushed too, “Um, just take me to my room. I need to shower and stuff first,” I said. She nodded, carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. Walking inside, she brought me over to my bed, setting me down on it gently. She looked around the room, giving a nod of approval. “Wow, this place is really clean. Most guys my age live like pigs.”
I chuckled at that, “Well, once you get to be my age, you start to care about how clean your living situation is.” She rolled her eyes at my ‘age’ joke, and then looked awkward again, not sure what to do. “So… do you need my help with anything else?” she asked.
I had several things I wanted her to help with… but I refrained. She had already done more than enough in getting me home safely, and allowing me to experience the joy of being lifted by her and carried all over. “No… that’s okay Emily, you should get going. It’s getting kind of late, and I need to take a shower.”
“Yeah you do, you’re a little stinky,” she teased, wafting her hand in front of her nose as we both laughed. Then her eyes went wide, “Wait, how are you going to do that? You can’ walk!”
I frowned as I realized that she was right, but I simply shrugged. “That’s okay, I can still crawl,” laughed a bit. She frowned, however, and then went into my bathroom. I heard the shower curtain get pulled back and the shower suddenly turned on. She came back out and stood in front of me, a determined look on her face. “You’re going to need my help.”
My eyes went wide at that. “With showering?!” I asked incredulously.
She nodded, “Yes, I can’t let you try and get over there by yourself. You could hurt yourself more!” I just looked at her doubtfully, “I think I’d be alright… besides, how exactly are you gonna help me?”
She bit her lip slightly, then she reached over and pulled my shirt over my head and off my body. Then reached underneath my armpits and lifted me up and over her shoulder again. But this time, I felt my shoes and socks being pulled off. Then my shorts, leaving me solely in my boxers. I felt my breath quicken, and my erection started to grow. My shock grew as I slowly felt her fingers grip the waistband of my boxers, and slowly pulled them down my legs, leaving me fully naked on her shoulder. “Emily…” I gasped.
She didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom. She crouched down, me still over her shoulder, and plugged the drain in the shower and turned the main fossette on. Once the tub had filled, she lifted me off her shoulder again and gently lowered me into the water. I looked up at her in shock, and she smiled shyly as she took in my naked form. She then handed me some soap, and nodded and stood up. “L-let me know when you’re done,” she said softly, and left the bathroom. Leaving me alone with my thoughts and heavy breathing.

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Constant incidents that illustrate that the woman is so powerful the world is nothing but rice paper and tinfoil compared to her.  If not paying acute attention:

- concrete and asphalt crumble and cracks beneath her feet and her mere footsteps quake the ground
- rather than trip on a sidewalk curb, her foot continues through it unabated sending up a dust cloud of concrete debris
- stepping out of her titanium bed (that groans from every turn) shakes the reinforced house
- an errant shoulder knocks over a light pole or tears through a doorframe
- an errant knee knocks cars and pickups several feet away while walking in a parking lot
- a sigh in the office blows everything off of an office mates desk
- just shifting her body on a metal bench or chair bends and renders the item misshapen
- stepping on to an elevator, bus or boat makes it dip or tip noticeably, frightening the passengers

Love that stuff in addition to the usual.

And while I like the "big" stuff like lifting massive objects, I like the not so giant FoS stuff that demonstrate how superior these women are to males.  Like a "run of the mill" single handed throat or collar lift, walking across the room holding a struggling male a foot off of the ground followed by a flick of the wrist that sends him across the room ... I love that.  That's a get her hands dirty, show her superiority to the arrogant male action I like.