Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Yvonne’s thumb traced circles around her proudly erect clitoris. Something that anyone who got to know her intimately found enticing and fascinating in its size and her sensitivity. Another long sorrowful moan slipped from Y’s parted lips. If only…

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Cam groaned mournfully when his wind-up alarm clock sounded off that evening. It seemed like he had only just laid down to sleep. Reaching blindly with his right hand until he found and silenced the mechanical cacophony, knocking off his bedside nightstand in the process. With another groan of defeat, he threw back the covers and rotated his legs over the side of the bed so that he could sit up. Cam rubbed his tired face and eyes with the palms of his hands before yawning widely and stretching his arms over his head.

Being the least senior on the department roster left a lot to be desired. Cam got all the shit jobs, and swing shifts, and first call for any unwanted overtime by anyone else. Many would think that since Sheriff Potter was Cam’s uncle that he might get some preferential treatment, but they would be wrong. Sheriff Potter was not one to condone nepotism. So, Cam, like any new deputy would pay his dues and put in the hours and legwork.

Cam was just standing up from his seat on the side of his bed, arching with his hands pressed to the small of his back, listening to the bones crack and pop, when his phone rang. He straightened up and crossed the room to his small wardrobe and dresser where the ...

... phone was sitting.

“Cam…” He said into the mouthpiece after picking up the receiver.

“About time you woke up. You ARE awake, aren’t you?” Growled Sheriff Potter’s voice through the tinny phone line.

“Yes… Yes sir… Unc… I mean Sheriff.” Cam sputtered standing up a little straighter.

“Grab a shower, then some coffee and a bite to eat. I’ve got something for you to do. It’s official department business but I want it low key and quiet. Got that?” Gerald barked through the phone line into Cam’s ear.

“Yes sir. What…What do you need me to do?” Cam switched the phone receiver from his right ear to his left and held the phone with his shoulder as he reached for a pen and a note pad.

“I need you to go over to the lake, and poke around the shed and the other fishing shanties and look for Walter Wainwright. And for God’s sake, don’t shoot him! He may be an idiot but he’s harmless. He’ll probably be drunk anyway.” Gerald grumbled directions to his nephew.

“Uncl… I mean, Sheriff? Shouldn’t he be considered armed? I mean, he did shoot his wife.” Cam ventured, concerned about his own safety as well as anyone else’s.

Cam heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone line as his uncle Gerald ran a hand across his face as he considered what he’d just been asked. After a few more moments, the Sheriff cleared his throat and clarified his marching orders a bit more.

“Okay, good point, you’re thinking like a cop, good. So, here’s what you’ll do. Go to the shed first. ...