Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... her bottom lip as she looked into Tom’s eyes and saw the same need, the same desire. Then, she made a decision. She stood up and took Tom’s hand getting him to stand as well. Looking around the crowd at the bonfire and somewhere that they could go that would be more private.

On the far side of the bonfire, opposite side of the big dance barn were a cluster of sheds. There seemed to be more bushes and shadows there. Looking back into Tom’s face she smiled mischievously and tugged his hand to follow her. Not that there would have ever been a doubt of that happening. Tom would have followed this girl into the very gates of hell as far as he was concerned.

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Duke and Caroline walked hand in hand, arm in arm from the dance barn to the bonfire. Despite the bright towering flames, there were plenty of shadows and places to sit and get cozy with someone special. It had been a few years, since the two of them had been here, together, but this night felt like it did when they were young. There was a magic in the air that neither one of them could explain, or even wanted to.

They found an empty bale, some distance from the fire and Duke settled down. He scooted back so his longer legs were touching the bale at the backs of his knees. That left plenty of room for Caroline to sit in front of him between his legs. She snuggled her back up to his chest and Duke wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the side of her neck placing soft kisses in tender spots that ...

... made her swoon.

Caroline was nearly in heaven at the moment, but that nagging thought. The thought of how much Lee’s beau looked like Duke when he was younger. Something in her gut told her that this would be trouble. Try as she might though, she couldn’t think of a way to bring it up to Duke without spoiling what they were sharing at the moment. And… the kisses… Oh… Caroline was slowly losing her thoughts about pretty much everything… except the sensations that Duke was giving her.

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They stopped next to a stack of unused hay bales. The stack was a good hundred yards or more from the ring of bales set out around the bonfire for seating. These were the same bales, but had not been used. Both Tom and Lee had grown up as farm kids, they had spent endless hours playing in, on and around hay and hay bales. Fond memories of building forts with stacked bales made them feel at home here.

Working together, they made short work of moving a few bales here and there and creating a small nook inside of the stack that would give them privacy from anyone even a few feet away.

With one last look around to see if anyone had seen them, they both ducked into their little hideaway. Their hearts racing.

This was the Wilding after all, a time of magic, a time of adventure, a time of discovery. Tom knelt down, holding Lee’s hands in both of his. She remained standing, looking down into his upturned face and marveled at what she saw. Mirrored in his face were the same ...