Women Gone Wild Novels & Stories

“Thirty-five dollars! I just wanted to do something, just one thing that wasn’t yours!” She swung the bat again, glass crunching under her heels. “I am your wife!” she screamed, her voice breaking with every word. “Not your servant, not your toy, not some thing you can press against your desk and…” Her gaze snapped to the mahogany desk. Slowly, she walked toward it, tears streaking her face, rage shaking through her body. Knight’s eyes followed her, still silent, still unreadable. Genesis raised the bat, her voice low, shaking. “You pressed me against this table…” she said, choking out a laugh that sounded like a sob. “And said I came here to get fucked.”

I follow her and so does Dante. We arrive in a common area. There are sofas everywhere and a huge TV that mounts the chimney breast. With a huge roaring fire. Rugs line the floor. There are woman casually sitting and chatting. They all stop and turn their heads to look at us. The Mother’s Revenge only recruits women. They are a biker crew in their own rights, but these women are deadly and I shiver under their lustful stares. I feel naked as my hands instinctively cover my junk. “Rebel, ty kupila nam novyye igrushki?” (Rebel, you bought us new toys?) Rebel looks at the woman who is speaking and chuckles.

“Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!” I grimaced when I suddenly felt dizzy, probably because I hadn’t fully recovered. Luckily, Kyle held me up. “Are you okay? Should we go now?” he asked, concerned. “Yeah, let’s end this already,” I replied and raised my number. “$1.5 billion!” Audible gasps filled the room, but the only person I looked at was the woman in a red dress. Her fists were clenched and she seemed to be gritting her teeth. I grinned at her, waiting for her to raise her number again. Yet it never happened.

Bodies merged in every possible way: a circle of women riding faces while others sucked cocks; chains of men fucking in a line, each thrust pushing the next; mixed groups where mouths, hands, and holes were shared without hesitation. Vespera was lost in overwhelming pleasure double-penetrated by Silas and Draven, throat full of Lorien, face covered in Sable’s slick as she licked her eagerly. Her body shook with continuous orgasms, each one sending fresh waves of emerald fire across the chamber. I was impaled between Wren and Rook, my pussy and ass filled while Silas’s fingers drove me higher. Sable left Vespera’s face only to climb onto Draven’s cock alongside her alpha, the two women kissin

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

“Just so we’re clear. This is not romance.” She either didn’t hear me or rather chose violence. She began walking toward me slowly, hips swaying like we were in some low-budget music video. Okay… Has this bitch lost all senses? Why is she walking like there’s a background saxophone playing somewhere? Who raised her? This is why communities need funding. “I cannot wait until we leave this place,” she whispered. “I want to take you home…to my home. Keep you in my bed. Fill you with my seed. Make you mine forever.”

She could feel the contemptuous gazes from everyone, a new and humiliating experience. Unable to bear it any longer, she let out a high-pitched scream, ‘Aaahh!’ Wilda’s anger flared. ‘Get this crazy woman out of here! She refuses to believe her husband’s having an affair!’ ‘Right!’ A few people promptly escorted Karen and her entourage out of the newspaper office, leaving chaos in their wake. Wilda turned her attention to Alessia, who was still covered in eggs and clearly uncomfortable. ‘Alessia, go freshen up. I’ll arrange for someone to take you home.’

I didn't know what kind of contract had been attached to it, but there were so many words that I didn't even want to read it. "Then just write down both your names and mine, and it's all done," Jared said, still on the line with me. I immediately scrolled to the final page of the document and filled in the blanks as quickly as I could. Suddenly, Jared began to chuckle under his breath. I genuinely still couldn't understand how his temperament could change so easily like that. All of a sudden, my computer shook violently, and its screen turned pink. Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your targ

“Why are you helping her? Don't tell me… did you go to that pathetic Sunnyside school, too?” The mystery woman smirked. “Even if I did, at least I wasn't raised in a stable. You’re sitting here insulting people to feel better about your own insecurities. It’s pathetic. Get that through your head—if there’s any room left in there.” “Did you just insult me? I graduated with a third-class degree from Highlight University!” the girl in green sputtered, as if the school’s name made up for her grades. “A third-class? And you’re bragging?” The woman laughed, a sharp, musical sound. “What were you doing all those years? Clearly not studying. Your outfit says you spent more time at the club than the

Wilder If life were a circus, I always imagined women as the beautiful and notorious ringleaders. Mischievous and charming enough to make men jump through hoops of fire, but now I've found a second type of woman—the crazy one who tells you to hold her beer before she jumps through the ring of fire by herself. Daria Withers is that type of woman—fearless, beautiful, and daring, like a lioness, even though she is supposedly a nun. Damn, I can't believe I kissed nun! Our kiss must have been Daria's first experience with a man if she is a real nun, yet she blew my mind.