Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... simmered with his low boiling anger. It seemed that everything and everyone was out to get him… to demean him, to make his life harder than it had to be, to just heap more aggravation onto him at every turn.

Once in the parking lot, J.D. navigated to the far side, close to where the old Wilding mansion had once stood. There were a half a dozen storage sheds and maintenance building there now, but there were a few little used parking spaces and more importantly, a separate entrance into the fairgrounds other than the main gate. J.D. had planned on keeping a low profile, he wanted to have the advantage of surprise as long as he could have it.

He almost fell down when he opened his driver door and stepped out of the truck. The world seemed to swirl around him in a dizzying fashion for a moment. Shaking his head, J.D. reached back into the truck and grabbed his uniform kepi hat with the crossed rifles emblem. He also pulled the waist belt on over his woolen uniform sack coat and buckled it.

Over his shoulder went a cartridge bag on a bandoleer strap. There were no cartridges in the bag, but there was a flask of whiskey. To finish his costume, J.D. reached back in the truck to pull his black powder rifle off of the rifle rack. The old rifle was not able to be fired of course, but he still had plans for its use all the same. He smiled as he unconsciously touched the handle of the long blade that would be affixed to the end of the rifle.

J.D. shouldered the rifle and ...

... closed the door of the truck and headed towards the maintenance and storage sheds… and his alternate entrance into the grounds. His staggering steps and the uniform would have made anyone witnessing it think that he had been on a long march and was ready to halt and rest. But rest would come later, he was on a mission.

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Lee was almost dizzy from trying to take it all in so quickly. Her eyes were drawn first one way by bright lights, and then another by colorful costumes, and yet elsewhere by laughing and music. Mostly though, her eyes were searching… searching for Tom. While actually being at the nighttime Wilding was something she had looked forward to since she was a little girl, the excitement was only background noise to the excitement in her heart and in her body. Just the thought of Tom’s lips on hers again, his hand and arms around her waist holding her… it made her vibrate.

Deeny might have noticed the signs in her little sister had she been paying closer attention, but in a way, she too was swept up in the excitement of the evening. Her own heart and mind were racing with thoughts of hopes of the third member of their little party. Hearing Yvonne’s laughter and seeing the gleam in her entrancing green eyes were more than a distraction for Deeny.

The three all agreed that they were thirsty and an ice-cold lemonade would certainly hit the spot. They made their way to a concession stand offering up the cold concoction to join the line.

Yvonne, in ...