Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

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A raised platform at one end of a slightly raised stage for either a live band or for ceremonial speakers also served as a judges’ viewing platform for the occasional dance contest. There was no contest tonight, for dancing anyway. There was the annual costume contest for those interested, but those judges roamed the crowds like everyone else.

Yvonne was nearly starstruck as she looked up and all around inside the big barn. She laughingly noted that just about the only thing missing was a big glittery disco ball. The three girls stood along the outskirts of the dance floor and watched others, mostly couples, dancing. They noted that the lights tended to come up for faster songs and dancing, but lowered for slower music and dancing.

Both Yvonne and Deeny were swaying and tapping their feet to the music and really enjoying the atmosphere. Lee, while also enjoying everything, was distracted still searching every face and person coming and going for someone special. Well, special to her anyway.

Yvonne turned to Deeny with a flourish, a bow at the waist, her left hand holding the edge of her cape backwards, her right hand extended towards Deeny. The unmistakable invitation to dance extended from the masked Zorro to the veiled Gypsy girl. Deeny’s eyebrows rose behind her veil and the gauzy material could not quite hide her surprised smile. Extending her left hand to Yvonne’s right hand, the two stepped out onto the dance floor. Yvonne, as Zorro, bowed again to ...

... Deeny, the Gypsy girl, who in turn curtsied. As they both stood erect again, the stepped towards one another and came together as one. Deeny’s left hand in Yvonne’s right. Deeny’s right hand on Yvonne’s left shoulder. Yvonne’s left hand on Deeny’s right hip. Toe to toe, faces only inches apart. Their eyes locked on one another… Deeny felt herself swooning.

Lee watched her sister and Yvonne come together and begin to dance. She didn’t think anything of it really as she herself had learned to dance from both Deeny and their mother. She had no clue of the fireworks the two women she was watching were experiencing. They only held her attention briefly as she sat along the wall on the bench still looking for her Tom.

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J.D. walked slowly through the crowds. Partly because he was in no hurry and he was watching for Duke Simmons, and partly because he was so drunk. To anyone glancing his way, he simply looked in character for his tired soldier costume. Mostly he was just invisible, no one paid him little if any attention.

Now that it was dark, J.D. wasn’t as leery of the more open spaces, He knew it would be a little while yet before the bonfire was lit so most of the Wilding crowds were focusing on the food and concession vendors and the dance barn. It was a little early yet for most with romantic notions to be pairing off and finding quiet shadowed places to… J.D. reached for his flask in his shot pouch.

He had just taken a long pull from the beaten tin ...