Women Gone Wild Novels & Stories

He was shaking and all, he might pee himself because of agitation. The poor young man shook his head abruptly and took off in a hurry. “Well, what do we have here? Oh, great! Another chaos, really Rose?” We heard a feminine voice approaching us. I looked over to see a woman with short bob hair dressed stylishly with her black heels and maxi dress. “Aunt Vee,” Rosamund called her aunt with a smile. “You guys hungry? Let’s go have a drink!” Vienna said, grinning. I pressed my lip, “What about them?” I pointed at the dead bodies Rose just burnt.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

A maiden in orange angrily yelled at the maiden in pink. “You call that dancing? What a country bumpkin!” A maiden in ash grey scoffed arrogantly. The group of women began arguing with each other. All of them seamlessly releasing their own display of annoyance, hatred and irritation amongst each other. The so called 'elegance' that they portrayed has vanished, and were replaced with wild personalities that would've been considered as maidens arguing in a wet market.

50-something widow becomes a wanton slut. Enjoy.. ****** Helen spent three Friday evenings in a elegant little lounge on the east side of town. She wanted to pickup men, she was horny, she craved sex, and this seemed like the most likely place to find horny males. The slightly past middle aged widow was a good looking woman, spending a number of days at the gym, another good place to find males. She was successful the previous Friday, but the guy climaxed, rolled over, fell asleep, and Helen had to call a cab to get back to the bar to retrieve her car. She knew it would be more difficult for an older woman, but not this difficult, she was truly frustrated in her search for a sexual partner.

The particular recognition of a woman who had been in that exact place and had found, through difficulty and fire and the stubborn refusal to disappear, a way through it. She had opened the comments. There were hundreds of them. Women responding to this stranger's post with their own versions of the same story — different details, different names, different specific betrayals and disappointments and moments of reaching for someone who was not there, but the same essential shape. The same loneliness. The same exhaustion. The same quiet desperate need to be seen and acknowledged and told that what they were feeling was real and that they were not wrong for feeling it and that there was somethi

“I can’t wait for things to unfold in this mansion… leaving many people vulnerable—so I can break every single one of them.” The thought tasted sweet. “Let’s go, girls,” she said casually, flashing them a smile as if nothing had happened. The three of them slipped into the crowd, disappearing into the swirl of gowns and music. Across the room, Riley stood with Skylar and Quinn, chatting quietly. Then the lights dimmed, and an announcer stepped onto the stage, his voice booming through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the welcome party of our new Wild Cat!” Skylar let out an excited squeal, shaking Riley by the arm. Riley blinked, caught between surprise and mild panic, as the

She moved with fluid grace, each step measured and deliberate, as if every action is a deliberate choice made with purpose and conviction. And then she looked straight into my eyes, and that's when I realized - she was human. It was just another reason why I didn't need a mate. At first, I thought about rejecting her and leaving her be. But then, as we were at the diner, she dropped her wallet and I caught a glimpse of the IDs inside. They had the same picture, but two different names - Nicole Taylor and Jasmine Rodriguez. I couldn't help but wonder, what was going on.

But she just answered me with her moans, her kisses, and the repetitive motion of up and down of her body. She was wild, feral. Unchained. And I love wild women during sex—especially sad girls who were cheated by their partners. Sad girls that despite their partners who cheated on them, they managed to cheat on them as well. Sad girls who, like Wisdom, are very much a professional when it comes to giving men a worthy lap dance. “More?” “More,” Wisdom purred. So I laid her on the couch just beside my working table and made her open her legs wide, entering her in a classical way of this sensual, deliciously passionate dance.

she said, her voice quieter now, “I’m totally turning our future kids into ninja assassin snack bandits. These three have nothing on what I’m gunna train.” He groaned. “Why are you like this?” “Because peace is boring,” she whispered, a soft grin curling her lips. “And I am W.I.L.D., baby.” Later That Night The moon hung low in a sky stained copper, casting a dusky hue over a cracked, hollow valley. Smoke coiled like serpents through the air, and ash fluttered down like broken feathers. Serenya stood barefoot in the center of it all, the ground beneath her still warm, still bleeding from something ancient and unspoken.