Women Gone Wild Novels & Stories

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

She winked, plopping onto the stool next to me. “Your turn. Spill. What happened there?” I hesitated, the images flashing again - the blonde’s head tipping back, the redhead’s fingers moving faster, the VIP’s voice ringing in my ear. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It wasn’t Daniel, at least. But… It was wild. This woman, all high-class in a silk dress, had three other women in there. Naked. On a couch. Doing… everything. Moaning, touching, kissing, all of it. I danced, but she wanted me to join them. I said no, just kept it to the pole, but…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning red. “It was intense.”

"There are girls that are just whores for real men to fuck. Sluts who do p**n and star in movies and strip in clubs. They're not marriage material. They're gold-diggers. Trophy wives. Sluts who go wild in Cancun on Spring Break or in New Orleans on Mardi Gras. We need to mold these wild girls so they can be ready to show their tits for a few shells on a necklace. Ready them for their future of whoredom instead of motherhood." "You can't mean that," gasped Ms. Kwon. "Natalie, that's insane. That's not what women should be like. That's a step back. A giant step back." I smiled at her. "Have you ever gone wild, Ms. Kwon?" "No!" "I didn't think so. You're all so buttoned up. You're not a good gi

Gwendolyn froze at the door, her hand wrapped around the doorknob, her eyes wide. A bed stood in the middle of the living area, chained to the wall. On the bed were three Wildings, two men and a young woman. They were naked and sweaty, their limbs tangled over one another. Fucking. The women lay on her back, her legs spread apart, her hands restrained above her head. A strip of leather covered her eyes, and her mouth hung open in a breathless gasp.

She eyed the jeans warily before walking into the bedroom; with Fiana following slowly behind. The scene caused Pam to stop in her tracks at the threshold of the door. A naked, well-built man and sumptuous woman lay across the bed on their backs as they languidly smoked a joint. Ignoring Pam, the woman looked over at Fiana and smiled while reaching her hand out toward her. “Come,” she moaned. Pam stared boldly at the deep curves of the woman’s body. Under different circumstances her large, full breasts and round, inviting figure would have been alluring. But now they only served to enrage her.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Abby said fear in her voice. “This could be your way out.” Sarah whispered to Kayla. “I can’t leave you and abby. Also Millie is still back there. I can’t leave her.” Kayla whispered back. Sarah gritted her jaw and then looked at Adam. “Look, our pack is horrible to women. Were to be seen and not heard. If we do anything wrong they hurt us and even if we don't. We need to get back but if there’s away you can save Kayla-

The best thing about bein' a woman ls the prerogative to have a little fun and Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy Forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, really go wild Yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action Feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free Yeah, to feel the way I feel Man, I feel like a woman The crowd had gone wild. The ladies sang the chorus with the band. The men drinking shouted 'woo' with craze. Even Isabella who was at the counter banged her head as she raised her glass and sang with the people in the bar. "Having fun?" Dennis asked while mixing some brandy together. "Yeah! This is so much fun!" Isabella replied as

Since we got to the room, she has been awfully silent, just clenching her fists and staring into space. I didn’t ask again and just let her be. It was normal for her to be shaken. Even after twenty women were evicted on the grounds of sexual misconduct, five more women were sent home because they couldn’t meet the benchmark. So we had only ten were-women left. As you can already guess, seven of them were members of Leah’s group and the remaining three were Fiona, Lami and Ariel. It was going to be a very tough one, especially since Fiona ranked fifth.