Wild Book Pacific Crest Trail Novels & Stories

"You'll find out tomorrow." When Gwen had talked about her life, she'd spoken of hiking on a trail with her husband and being caught out while having sex with her husband. We had some very nice trails nearby which would provide some good exercise, plus another opportunity to play. My slaves received some reasonable attire in the morning by sucking my cock, light blouses and short skirts, but they wouldn't be wearing those for long. I packed a lunch in a knapsack and we put on socks and hiking shoes, then headed for a part of the Pacific Crest Trail which was used somewhat infrequently, but still had a number of people you might expect to meet. After hiking up the trail about two miles, we'd

She could feel them both swelling inside her, the pressure building until the room seemed to fade away. "Fuck, Bianca," Damien groaned, his cock twitching again. "I’m gonna cum again." "Do it," she urged him. "Cum inside me, Damien. Both of you, fill me up." Damien unleashed his second load in a series of hot pulses, and just as he began to pull out, Julian followed suit. His cock twitched inside her as he emptied himself, the warmth spreading through her.

She felt the uneasiness and change in attitude, but Bran would not let her help, so it did not surprise Bree that he wanted to go hiking through the wilderness alone on their 18th birthday, instead of choosing to go to college. For the next two years after they came of age, Bran worked odd jobs to come up with the money to buy expensive camping equipment and gear for his trek through the Continental Divide. The Continental Divide trail was a three thousand mile hike from New Mexico, a southwestern state of the United States, heading north toward Canada, passing through Colorado, Wyoming, and Idaho, then ending in the border of Montana and Alberta in British Columbia, Canada. When he began wo

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

The truth, whatever his level of involvement, was coming out of him one way or another. I drove us down Montana Creek Road, the nearest outlet into the wilderness. To illustrate how appropriate that word, ‘wilderness’, when Felicia, Kristin, and I first moved to Juneau, a repairman I was quizzing about the local hiking opportunities gave me this advice about Montana Creek: “I wouldn’t go back there without bear mace.” I doubted bears would concern my jock passenger too much, but the seclusion was a different matter. To his credit, he did muster up the courage about halfway along the three-mile stretch of weather-battered road to ask where I was taking him. It might as well have been a rhetor

Moonbound Deception Chapter 1: The Scent of Fate The full moon hung heavy and luminous over the dense Pacific Northwest forest, casting silvery light that filtered through the ancient evergreens like scattered diamonds. I pulled my worn leather jacket tighter around my shoulders, boots crunching softly on the moss-covered trail as I hiked deeper into the wilderness. At twenty-six, Dr. Lila Evergreen was supposed to be a respected wildlife biologist studying wolf packs in this remote corner of Oregon, not a woman running from the ghosts of a failed engagement and a career hanging by a thread. Yet here I was, chasing rumors of an unusually large pack that locals whispered about with fear and r

I have my own flock, though from the exiled. The idea to create our own community came to us spontaneously. Mitrich, having once come to our training with Andrey, warned that an outcast was walking nearby. This fact interested me, and, despite the warnings of Anna and Stas, I gave way to Bestia and went to look. And I didn't guess. In the forest, on its last legs, a handsome blond guy, who looked a little older than me, was wandering. There was a terrible laceration on his left side, which, despite our natural regeneration, did not want to heal. It was the same with the left wrist, but it's a little different. The bites of the banished always take a painfully long time to heal, like reminder

She stopped by the lake that flowed into our pack, picking up a shirt and pair of shorts from the burrow of clothes I'd stashed on my last visit and continued her run, the clothes held firmly by her jaws. I knew where she was going because it was where we always went when we needed time to be alone. The old abandoned church on the outskirts of Creemore, the human town closest to the pack borders. Kara had found this place when she was thirteen and once every month we came here to play and sometimes, I indulged her by making the fire with my hands. Her bright smile was always worth the headache. We'd talk about all of our dreams and then other times, we'd go into town to spy on the humans. Ma

She has just gone for a run that it that is all it is. I call my soon to be beta, Bradley since I trust him with my life, I know he was not the best with Kayla to start with but that was only because he did not know who she was, and he thought she was just a horse. Bradley meets me near the forest, and I tell him what has happened and just that we need to find Kayla I have a bad feeling. Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of.

"Kenneth? You're here? How did you—" "I never left the perimeter. Get in the car. Abigail and Langston are asleep in the back, and we need to be across the Silverwood border before the sun catches the scent of our tracks." "One more minute, Kenneth. I just need one more minute to look at these stars and pretend that I’m not walking away from my soul." "The stars will be there tomorrow, Mars. But the Walker Ridge patrols won't be as forgiving as the night. Let’s go." "Okay. Let’s go. To the Pacific Crest, then to the North. We don't look back."