Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... afraid.” Deeny admitted.

“So… what do you think… about kissing another woman?” Yvonne asked tentatively, searching Deeny’s eyes as she waited for a response.

“It’s… different…. From kissing a guy. But… not bad, for a tired old hussy.” Deeny declared with a grin, as she reached up and pulled the eye mask away and down from Yvonne’s face.

Yvonne’s eyes grew even larger with surprise as her eyebrows shot up at Deeny’s impishness. Then it was on again, as if their mouths were polar opposite magnets, drawn to one another. This time however, it wasn’t just their tongues that were exploring. Deeny felt Yvonne’s hands slide across her shoulders to her collar bones and then meet at the hollow of her throat. From there they slid down the front of her costume dress to her chest and she felt each breast being gently fondled and caressed through the material of the garment.

It was unclear who moaned first, but clearly both were enjoying this discovery. Soon, both sets of hands were busy roaming and touching and feeling. They were busy removing parts and pieces of clothing and costume all the while maintaining their kissing as best as they could. Looking around briefly, Deeny saw, like before, there was a pallet in one corner with some straw piled up. Glancing back to Yvonne, she grinned wickedly and took the older woman’s costume cape and spread it like a blanket on the straw and drew her down to join her.

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Tom and Lee left the barn, hand in hand. Like many ...

... others, now that it was dark, they gravitated towards the now burning bonfire. There was a huge circle of impromptu benches formed by square bales of hay a safe distance from the flames. Couples sat together enjoying refreshments or simply one another. Many were sneaking kisses, many were openly kissing, not caring if anyone saw them or not.

Finding a bale unoccupied, the two settled on it next to each other. Lee looking up slightly into Tom’s adoring eyes found herself fascinated with how the light from the bonfire made his brown eyes glitter. Her mind noted that just before it was once again overwhelmed by the sensations coming from his lips on hers.

The whole world could have burned down around them and Tom and Lee would not have noticed or even cared. There was a fire burning that night, brighter and hotter and higher than any flames the bonfire might have put forth. It would have been up for debate as to who’s heart was racing faster.

Once again, they paused their kissing, pulling back to look into one another’s eyes and to catch their breath. Tom’s palms were sweating, his head was on fire, he was starving and dying of thirst and breathless… How had he survived, how had he lived all these years without this girl. She was his very breath, his only need.

Lee had a need too, a need that she had never acknowledged before in her life. Driven by instinct and newfound desire. Her body was on fire and there was only one thing that could quench those flames. She bit ...