Women Gone Wild Novels & Stories

Wyatt pulls out of me just as he orgasms, his come dripping down my bare thigh. He rests his head against my shoulder, trying to steady his rapid breathing. I stare past him at the wall. Four minutes. For four minutes I was happy again. I felt something. I forgot! But now, it's all rushing back. All the pain and the crushing, lonely misery. I have to get up, clean myself, put on my dress and go back out there. I can't escape the truth of the situation. Wilder is gone and I am here at his funeral to mourn him. I am broken and I am lost. Quick sex on a funeral parlor sink isn't going to fix that. Nothing will fix that. I might as well have died with him.

They were heavy but worth it. Sam hugged his friend Nick and we set off to work. I drove to a deserted area, quiet and peaceful enough for me and my partner to work without any distractions. The two women had passed out, fortunately I had a bottle filled with unused water laying around, Sam poured the water on both women and they woke up, still drunk. The first woman was Michelle, she had on a white Brazilian wig, the other woman was Mara, she had on a black Brazilian wig slightly fringed. Their dresses were both silky red and so short that one could see their underwear if they were to bend.

She hates it but takes a step back each time Tommy takes a step forward. "It's a shame that only video to the VIP room is by the entryway. I'm curious to tell me what did Amelia says you could earn by swapping out?" "Nothing I didn't pocket anything extra" "I find this all really strange Sabrina, first Amelia not whoring herself out and you then saying you didn't pocket anything! Did the big bad wolf get cross when you refused to lap dance for him! Or did my little innocent bunny bit get a good enough offer!"

He was such a thorn in my flesh, I sighed deeply and raised my middle finger at him. " That would never happen " and I walked away. A good day to check out the library once again and a good time to remind myself to never fall in love. Women are just a plaything and they would stay that way. I stuffed myself into my jacket, wore a cap and walked out the door. .... There she was with a mask, walking into the left wing. I ignored the receptionist who was busy swooning to get my attention, and proceeded to catch up with her.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

She has an innocent face but when it's time for bedtime, she's wild enough to get a man like me to go to his knees and licked that pussy admiringly. I'm looking at her slow action profoundly as I wait for her next exciting move patiently. I am pausing calmly to see her finally riding my cock, just like a wild bitch. I know bitch is not the correct word for my darling. But the dirty words are just like fuel when it comes to sex. They help you to feel hotter and aroused. Even the women also liked to hear these words during sex. They will not go to confess that, but they all loved to hear dirty talk from their man doing this kind of stuff. Because this made them go more wild and crazy with thei

IT'S been two years since he had an affair with another woman. He was aware that what he was doing was wrong, yet he couldn't stop himself. His other woman gave him something that her wife couldn't give. His mistress, despite being wild and demanding, made him feel like a man. She made him feel as if he was needed. His wife, on the other hand, was self-sufficient and successful in her career. He sometimes felt like he was just a bystander in her life. It was as if their marriage was merely something to round out her whole picture of a perfect woman with a successful profession and a wonderful marriage!

“I wouldn’t put it past the Hellhounds to strike here while Beast is in Lakewell. Jax is taking half of the guys to the Outlands to look for the smuggled women. I’m staying to hold down the fort, just in case they show up here. Don't look so terrified. There will be twenty or more men and double the number of women. We'll be just fine.” A frightened expression crossed Gia’s face, and Throttle huffed a smirk. “Our guys may be deadly, but don’t underestimate our women. They’re just as vicious as the men. If trouble comes a-knocking, there isn’t anything worse than a mob of angry biker chicks.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Jenna reinforced like a true biker queen. “I will cut anyone who dares to wal

“The Wild Lands. Forbidden territory. No pack has stepped foot there in a thousand years. Only monsters, cursed wolves and things that used to be wolves go in there. You go in alone and come out alive in three days, we recognize your bonds. We leave Ridgeway alone. You fail, you die. Your mates die. Simple.” My stomach twisted. She stepped closer. “One more thing. Many Omegas have been sent in before you. None came out.” I swallowed hard. “How many?” “Twenty seven,” she said. “All rare like you, all refused the chosen King and all failed the trial.” I felt sweat prickle down my back. Guards opened a huge iron gate behind her. The wind that came from the door was so cold and freezing. It smel

"But there's something wrong with the relationship. Something out of balance. Unfulfilling. Many women don't even recognize the problem until it's too late." Josie looked around the room at each of us. She'd prepared her little speech, but still it was hard for her. "Danny made me realize what I had been missing. Audra and I had formed the Yoga Women's Sex Club to band a bunch of like-minded women together, to commiserate and to have a little fun together. We were seven horny women with few real intentions. We were just blowing off steam. We'd even formed a support system so if one of us strayed, the others would talk her down, get her off the precipice so she wouldn't ruin her marriage.