Gone Wild Stories Novels & Stories

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Finally, with a shuddering, guttural cry, he thrust completely deep and held himself there, blowing a thick, burning load of hot seed straight into the deepest depths of my womb. I hadn’t even caught my breath, my body still twitching from the climax, before Finn pulled out, dripping wet. In a flash, Kelly grabbed my waist, spinning me around to face him. He lifted my thighs up around his waist, pinning my back against the wall of the shed, and buried his own thick rod inside me in one hard, violent motion. “Urghh!” I gasped, the explicit, broken sounds spilling from my throat like I had completely lost control of my vocal cords.

“Mom, it’s just camping. I… I want to try new things. You always say I hide in my books too much, they invited me to camp with them and I agreed,ma. This is my chance to experience the woods, learn how to camp properly. Please?” My stepfather leaned against the doorway, watching me with that familiar, heavy gaze. He didn’t say much, but his eyes lingered a second too long on the way my modest sweater hugged my breasts. “Let the girl go, Helen. She’s eighteen. She needs to grow up with people her age.” Mom sighed deeply, rubbing her temples. “Fine. But promise me you’ll stay away from Winchester Forest. People go missing there. Hikers, campers… they just vanish. It’s not a joke.”

“Moonshine. My granddaddy’s recipe. Take it or leave it.” Claire let him in. They sat on the edge of her bunk, passing the jar. The stuff burned like fire going down, warming her from the inside out. Conversation stayed sharp at first, then loosened. Reid talked about growing up in these woods, losing the family mill when regulations tightened. Claire told him about the rivers she’d tested, the fish kills she’d documented. Somewhere between the second and third cup, he set the jar down. “You’re a pain in my ass, Mercer.”

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Pulling her from her thoughts. “Seems as good as any of them.” Annie said with a shrug. She wanted to be as excited as Candy about the babies, it made her feel good that at least her mate could accept the babies. “Do you see any that you’d like? I saw one about child raising, but they seem all to be focused on doing it ourselves. We’ve got a pack and I don’t think we’d be able to keep my mom away now that she knows.” “I don’t think most baby book writers are writing towards shifters.” Annie said, “I’m good, did you want to look at anything else, like something for you?”

The forest loomed dark and wild under the moonless sky, its dense canopy hiding the clearing where the fire crackled, casting flickering light over the rugged terrain. I stood at the edge, my leather jacket and jeans clinging to my skin, the primal energy of the night stirring a restless heat deep within me. I’d come here seeking adventure, drawn to the rumors of the alpha pack—four men whose dominance and raw power were whispered about in awe. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, a daring pull toward the forbidden as their silhouettes emerged from the trees.

He thought of the old Windrider saying: the grass bends in the wind, but never breaks. He wondered what it must be like to live in a world where everything grew wild and unrestrained.. The conversation wandered from weather to wolves. The King told two stories that ended with someone losing a finger and by the time supper was over, Alix had learned more about Greenborne than he ever wished to know. The King leaned back, stretching.

He smiled, his eyes smiling too. "Deal." The rest of the day was uneventful. Thank goodness. We went to the Heritage Center. He showed me all kind of old legends about wolfs. Most of them I already knew. Both our families live inside the Grand Portage National Monument and so is the Heritage Center. And lots land, river, lakes, trees and trees andtrees. Chippewa History and lands. I slept restlessly. My dreams weird and violent. I saw a black wolf with red eyes that was peeling off my skin. It was horrible. Then I saw a white wolf with yellow eyes bitting McKenzie's ankles while she just stood there painting her long nails.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me during family dinners. The way you squeeze your thighs together when I wear short dresses. You’ve been fantasizing about me for years, haven’t you?” Jamie couldn’t deny it. Her face burned with shame and arousal. “Yes,” she admitted in a shaky whisper. Lena hummed in satisfaction. “Good girl. I like honesty.” Her hand slid down to Jamie’s waist, gripping her possessively. “Come with me.” She didn’t wait for an answer. Lena took Jamie’s hand and led her through the crowd toward the quieter side of the rooftop, where tall plants created semi-private corners. Jamie’s heart raced as she followed, knowing she should pull away but completely unable to.