Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... adults, both younger and older continue the party well into the night. While alcohol is frowned upon and supposed to be banned, it is easily found in the evening. The music and the dancing, while lively, also slows down and is more in tune with thoughts of romance.

Thoughts of romance, are certainly on the minds of many who attend the Wilding. The element of disguise with the costumes adds to excitement and hopes of many who would otherwise be too shy or introverted to take a chance at romance. Darkness, music, and alcohol all add to that mix to lower inhibitions and bolster nerves. Memories are made at the Wilding. One night a year. That one night looked forward to by so many every year. The weeks and days leading up to it are exciting and filled with growing anticipation and energy. Many plan as far as a year in advance for that one night. Some, just go and let whatever happens…happen.

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Trina gripped the steering wheel tightly, very tightly. The knuckles of her fingers were turning white as she tried to maintain her composure. She stared ahead, keeping her eyes on the road and tried desperately to tune out Sylvia’s voice. It was like she was seeing the redhead in a new light recently. After the night that she endured taking her mother to the hospital in Kansas City, then the next evening, the long talk… Trina had changed. Or rather, her outlook on life had changed.

Sylvia had the sun visor down on the passenger side, she was using the mirror on the ...

... back side to touch up her make up, again. How… why… is there even a need to preen so much… all the time? Trina thought that Sylvia was a naturally attractive, pretty, girl, but all the make up just made her look like… well… trashy. Part of her realized that Sylvia was a fake. The girl put up a false front, a façade, trying to be better than she was. She was bitchy when there was no call for it. She looked down on people and made fun of them, but it was only a means to make herself look better Trina suspected. There had been a few times when Sylvia had let her guard down and shown her true self. Trina had become friends with that girl years ago. But this, now… it set her teeth on edge.

Delores and Rita sat in the back seat, chattering away and parroting whatever Sylvia said or did. In Trina’s new outlook on life and people, she finally saw them for what they were as well. Two insecure girls who were so desperate for attention and approval that they leeched off of Sylvia and whatever attention she brought. Of course, they were her sidekicks, her entourage as it were. Mindless sycophants. Trina cringed inwardly knowing that she too had been one of them until just recently.

Trina was driving her mom’s station wagon. A week after the fateful drive to the hospital in Kansas City, her mom and insisted that she get her driver’s license. Since her mom’s “injury” was preventing her from sitting comfortably enough to drive, Trina had been pressed into doing most of the driving for ...