Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... flask when he was nearly bowled over. A man who looked like he was going fishing had backed into him while watching something else other than where he was going. At least he didn’t drop his flask, though he did let loose a string of curses.

“Watch where the hell you’re going!” J.D. barked crossly.

“Oh! Forgive me, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, again. I seem to be stumbling into everyone tonight.” Richard said apologetically.

Richard’s eyebrows knitted, partly because the voice that had just barked at him sounded vaguely familiar, and his nose was being assaulted by the overwhelming smell of alcohol on the man’s breath. Trying to smooth things over, Richard noted the man’s costume and in particular, his rifle.

“Say, is that real?” Richard asked, poking a finger towards J.D.’s rifle held in one hand.

“It’s real enough,” J.D. growled and started to move off, dismissing his attention to Richard.

“I hope it’s not loaded… like you are.” Richard mumbled more to himself than for anyone else to hear.

With a shrug and a deep sigh, Richard turned his attention back to the milling crowds of the Wilding. Once more he slipped the stringer of wooden fish over one shoulder and began walking towards the big barn where all the music was coming from. And, watching all the people, in particular the girls.

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“I don’t care if they are the greatest thing on earth! I don’t want to get powdered sugar all over my dress. So, for the ...

... last time Delores I do NOT want to split an elephant ear with you.” Sylvia exclaimed with exasperation in her voice.

Rita just grinned as she nibbled on her candied apple, holding the stick in one hand and delicately with just her finger tips of the other hand on the apple itself. Delores puffed out her cheeks and pouted before giving a huff and turned to Trina who was looking around like she was lost in space, or somewhere else other than here.

“What about it, Trina? Split an elephant ear with me?” Delores asked hopefully, nudging Trina’s elbow with her own to get the other girl’s attention.

“What… Oh, sure… why not?” Trina said with a distracted nod and fleeting smile.

Turning to Sylvia and Rita with a chagrinned smirk on her face she told them to go on to the barn. She and Trina would catch up to them. Rita simply shrugged and Sylvia started to object but she saw someone she thought might be Tom, so she simply said “Whatever!” and headed off towards the barn.

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Tom saw that more and more people were heading towards the big barn and towards the music. He figured that might be a good place to look for his Gypsy girl or girls. He was still sipping on his lemonade as he passed a group of four girls halfway between the concession stands and the barn. It barely registered in his mind that one was a witch, one a nurse, a carhop/waitress and what must have been a milkmaid.

Stepping through the big doors into the barn itself, Tom found himself suddenly ...