Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... around from home to loving home until she reached maturity and aged out.

Loving homes indeed. It seemed that each new home would be fine… for a while… but inevitably the same thing would happen. The father or one of the male members of the family would hit on her. Try to get Yvonne to do things for them sexually, even going so far as to imply that she owed them for bringing her into their home. She learned to run.

Yvonne became a problem child for the system because she would run away so often from bad situations that she couldn’t get anyone to believe or take her seriously. This soured Yvonne both towards the “system” and men in general. She found that her only friends, true friends, were always other women. It was the arms of an older woman that showed Yvonne what love could be. But that was problematic as well.

Society still frowned upon same sex relationships for the most part. Yvonne had to learn to keep her interests and longings hidden until she knew for sure that it was reciprocated. She had been wrong before. It was painful at best. Getting to know someone, building a friendship and trust, only to have it all shattered by expressing her emotions and love for that other woman… when she didn’t feel that way too. Worse still, to be called a freak or dyke or worse. Humiliated and shamed time and time again. Her heart had been broken so many times it made her overly cautious and hesitant.

So, it was with ingrained caution and fear that Yvonne hoped against ...

... hope that she was not wrong in her feelings about Deeny. Her heart ached to finally let the younger girl know how she felt. She had been alone for so very long. Alone, and lonely. Again, she paced the floor by the front window of her apartment, waiting.

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Tom had just finished with his chores for the day. He had gotten up earlier than usual in hopes of finishing his work earlier as well. He had been fighting to keep his excitement low key all morning, but today was a special day. First of all, it was his birthday. He was finally eighteen years old and legally an adult. He could finally do what he wanted to do. He could walk away from the farm, walk away from his father. He knew he could do it too, and not even look back… except… his mom. He loved his mom, and he knew she loved him dearly. It would break her heart if he were to leave and never come back. It was that sobering thought that had helped to keep his excitement under control… barely.

The other reason for Tom to be excited for the day… this was the day of the Wilding dance. Tom still didn’t know how he was going to get there, but even if he had to walk, as he sometimes did to school, he would do it gladly. The fleeting thoughts of Lee throughout the morning had brought a smile to his face. Dreaming of her, holding her, kissing her… Today!

Hearing Tom’s heavy footfalls on the wooden steps of the porch, his mother called from the kitchen.

“Tom? Is that you?” Annie asked with a playful questioning ...