Wet is a collection of seven stories full of kinky surprises and twisted fetishes, with a touch of the supernatural, and wild, consensual sex. Startled, Arun looked up. There she was. Looking between his legs. Then moving quickly to look him straight in the eyes.
Fishy mermaid. Women erotica, created out of a real woman's fantasy
But I could hear her swallowing loudly and knew she was taking it all the way. She was FREE woman, divorced. She had a cock in her mouth non stop, and I lost track of how many guys came in her mouth. By Vincent. I had convinced Lisa to wear a hot dress. It was quite late. Our African Adventure — A once in a lifetime trip to Africa is a dream come true as two friends try different animals. Hardcore Fetish I met up with Camille again last Saturday as her husband Rob was out with his friends Thw swing out sisters the football. She Wild erotica stories wore either navy blue, smoky grey Wild erotica stories black pantyhose with her suits as well. Wild Night On the prowl for a wild sex experience. Please be accepting of other people's interests.
Enjoy, and maybe submit your own?
- We'll work on the honor system in regards to trueness.
- Log in Sign Up.
- We went to my company party a few nights back.
Wet is a collection of seven stories full of kinky surprises and twisted fetishes, with a touch of the supernatural, and wild, consensual sex. Startled, Arun looked up. There she was. Looking between his legs. Then moving quickly to look him straight in the eyes. She just stood there, watching him. She touched his face. He felt himself get a little hard. He wanted to touch her. Her large, luminous eyes were impossible to look straight into. He could smell her perfume. It was delicate, intoxicating, mixed with her smell.
She seemed a little high. There were a fair number of party drugs circulating outside. The woman just smiled. She smiled her devilish smile at him. He grabbed her hair and moved her face closer to his. He could feel her breath on his. He moved her hair to one side. He stepped back to look at it.
This chick was truly crazy. They stumbled out of the window and into the garden, giggling like teenagers, moving down the beautiful walkway, deep in nonsensical conversation. All around them the drizzle made everything smell pretty. The entire scene glowed with a rain-kissed light. An Uber pulled up as soon as they got off the walkway. Maya mumbled an address to the driver. He just wanted to get there. He looked at her.
Her pink lips glowing in the streetlight. He kept staring at them. Without warning, she pulled him closer and put her tongue in his mouth, her long, brown hair dancing wickedly over her shoulders. Arun enjoyed the kiss. She picked on his lower lip, biting and teasing at first, then gently worked over his upper lip, tugging and nipping. His fingers cupped her face as his other hand grazed across her breasts.
She moaned lightly. She liked putting up a show. Arun grabbed her lower back to pull her in, his fingers tracing the dragon tattoo, trailing the tail into her dark ravine. Maya laid her head back on the seat. Arun enjoyed watching her chest rise and fall.
His fingers tickled her lower back. The Uber pulled up outside a modest building. Tongues and bodies entwined, they stepped off a graffitied elevator into a long, dim, impersonal hallway. Arun pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply. Maya used three keys to unlock the door to her apartment. Inside, the curtains were pulled shut. The sound of the rain seemed louder than before.
He gave her right breast a firm squeeze as his lips pulled on hers before biting down on her neck. Maya blushed. His hands kept exploring her curves. She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands grasped her hair as he backed her up against the French window.
In the darkness, it felt surreal. Arun had access to all of her. She wiggled out her T-shirt; the delicious strawberry falling to a heap on the floor. He played her like an instrument, strumming each chord to a perfect rhythm. Maya wiggled out of her jeans and kissed him again, deeply. She was already undoing his belt. Her hand roamed hungrily inside his jeans. Slowly, then all at once, she grabbed him. Outside, a truck flashed its headlights as it drove past, throwing their obscene shadows behind them.
In between the flashes of light, their glistening bodies pushed each other into the kitchen. The granite slab was strewn with dishes. Another car passed by. The flash revealed a bottle of bourbon on the counter. Arun grabbed the bottle and took a swig from it. Maya watched it trickle out of the crook of his lip and licked it. He pushed her back until she was sitting on the granite slab in the kitchen.
She purred like a tigress on heat as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled at his hair. He looked her deep in the eyes—something about her was different from any of the other women he had encountered.
She pulled his head towards her face and began to devour his lips. His hands thrashed at the used, empty utensils that crashed to the ground along with some tin cans and glasses. Their voices echoed around the room. She was hungrily biting him.
She pulled off her racy red underwear and rubbed it against his face. She smudged his face with the fragrance from her juicy bits—to him, it felt like a wet wipe.
Her hands travelled to a drawer below her. In the moonlight, he could see the metal of a knife shimmer. A quick slash and his shirt was down on the floor. He marvelled at her madness. Her love for sharp, shiny objects was turning him on dangerously.
He felt a hot flush run through his body. She used the knife to trace the outline of his erect penis that was bulging out of his Calvin Kleins. He felt the cold metal through his underwear. He felt every ridge and nerve pop as the metal grazed over his penis. Arun grabbed her and kissed her. Her nails dug into his back. She was fading into him, kissing him like a wild animal.
She bit the side of his neck, kissing him harder. She unhooked her bra and pulled down the last piece of clothing on him. His throbbing penis popped out and he slammed it deep into her. She arched her back, grinding her hips into him, her breasts bouncing freely, her head thrown back in ecstasy. He pulled her back, his eyes narrowing, his face scrunched in a snarl.
You can buy Wet here.
As the evening passed, I was told by some of the guys that these parties could get pretty raunchy. Hardcore Fetish I met up with Camille again last Saturday as her husband Rob was out with his friends at the football. She was a good looking woman in is, she look's like goddess. Out O fPeoria Ch. She had another appointment in 2 weeks, and wanted this one to last the whole time. The mods reserve the right to remove content at their discretion.
Wild erotica stories. Change picture
By anon. The Breeding Unit — A teen girl is captured and used as a breeding vessel. Her Life In Limbo — A volunteer at a wildlife park gets fucked in the elephant enclosure.
By gartersnake. Captured — A couple are kidnapped and the wife is forced to mate with a beast. By Kangaroo The Rural Life: Parts 1 — 7 — After moving into a hobby farm in the Australian countryside, June starts to get to know the local animals very well. By kangaroo By parker ,. The Wildlife Park — After taking her teen son and his horny friends to an amusement park, Karen decides to have some alone time at the the local Wildlife Park; while the boys enjoy the water park.
By XFactorLocke. The Dolphin Keeper — A woman has a hot encounter with a dolphin at the aquarium. By Vincent. The Gray Wolf — A day trip to the mountains goes astray. By Alex. Our African Adventure — A once in a lifetime trip to Africa is a dream come true as two friends try different animals. The Zoo keeper — Lucy the Zoo keeper discovers that her job has perks she never imagined.
The Gorilla — A zoo keeper gets an up close and personal experience with a bull gorilla. The Work Experience Girl — Next time leave your knickers on when your inside the baboon enclosure. Hunting Party — This was a dire time for their people. Many young hunters were dying in the deep forest, and the valley her tribe settled was bearing less and less food.
Traditional gender roles had been abandoned for the practicality of survival, and Tanika would be one the first to help lead an uncertain future. By MagnusBane. The stories on this site are adults only fanstasy sex fiction and are not suitable for persons under 18 years of age.
By parker , The Wildlife Park — After taking her teen son and his horny friends to an amusement park, Karen decides to have some alone time at the the local Wildlife Park; while the boys enjoy the water park.
Yes, I'm over I'm Under We both laughed and she went back on the dance floor. From where I was sitting, even though it was dark in the dance area, I could catch glimpses of her pussy as she spun around. I knew other guys could see the same thing. I continued to drink and soon found myself nodding off on the couch.
I would open my eyes every once in a while and see some of the guys openly admiring Lisa as she spun from time to time on the dance floor. They would look at her, then glance over at me to make sure I was still out.
Actually, this did a lot to make me sober up. I realized I could have some fun in this situation. Someone announced they were going to play a version of musical chairs to see who got to dance with the girls.
Lisa came over to see if I was going to get in on the game, and I kind of rolled my eyes open then shut and she like the rest assumed I was pretty much out of it. She walked back over to the group and Ron was explaining the rules.
All of the guys would sit facing out in a circle. The girls would circle around the chairs and when the music stopped they had to sit on the lap of the first guy they could. Since there were 23 guys sitting in a circle it was easy to begin with. Each time, the guy whose lap was used would move out of the circle until it got down to less guys than girls.
The final 4 guys eventually got to dance with the girls for the next song. I was having trouble keeping from laughing, but it was important I seemed passed out. They turned the lights up just a bit, and the music started. Around and around the girls went. The music stopped and boom, the girls dove for the nearest lap. In the process I could see the guys reach and cup boobs and run their hands up legs and you name it.
Lisa was walking around where I could see her and the music stopped. In an instant she was on Jerrys lap. She sat there and he began humping up and down and acting like he was having an orgasm. Everyone was laughing and enjoyed the show. A couple of times, I saw her pussy hair before the music started again. She stood, helped by Jerrys hands cupping her boobs and pushing her up. Around she went again. Then I noticed Fred had unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock.
He kind of cupped his hands around it, and at a glance it looked like he just had his hand cupped in his lap. Around the corner came Lisa. The music stopped and she backed into Freds lap.
I know she did not see his cock before she leaned forward to sit on his lap. As she was dropping to his lap, I saw his hands pull her dress up in the back and she sat down. Talk about a perfect aim. I am assuming Lisa was pretty wet anyway from all that had been going on. But the look on her face was incredible. Her eyes got the size of hubcaps as Fred held her in place with his hands on her hips. She immediately tried to jump off his cock which I knew was in her cunt.
Taking the cue, Dennis decided to change the record and announced it would be a second. She did not want to make a scene in front of the rest of them, and she did not think the other wives knew about what Fred was doing. I am certain he was pumping his cum into her. The other wives were laughing and giggling and I am pretty sure oblivious to what Fred was doing to my wife.
I knew he had filled her with cum. A few moments later and the music started again. Lisa got up and walked around in a sort of trance.
Soon the eliminations were done, and Lisa and the other 3 girls chose their partners. The song was a slow one and Lisa was dancing with Dennis. He is one of 3 black guys that work in our area of the plant. He is probably the biggest too. Lisa is very fair skinned and next to Dennis, she stood out. Her dress was light Yellow too, so they were easy to see on the dance floor. The 4 couples were over in a corner of the dance floor and it was as if they had all moved into one small area.
Pretty soon, 3 of the couples kind of moved away and I saw why they had grouped up. I nearly sat bolt upright. He was looking down at her as he fucked her mouth. It looked like she was trying to push away, but she was clearly no match for Dennis.
Soon I saw his head fly back and he started jerking. It was obvious he was shooting his load in her mouth. Damn, I was glad I had the forethought to put a pillow on my lap. I had the biggest hardon I had ever had in my life. Then he released his hold on her head, and she kind of slumped back against the wall. I could hear her gasping to get her breath. She coughed a couple of times and I saw her lean forward and get to her feet.
She walked over toward me wiping the back of her hand against her mouth. She was swaying from one side to the other. Before she got to where I was seated, the next song began and she was whisked back onto the dance floor. Someone handed her a drink as she danced and she drank it down. I could hear her laughing again.
Enjoy, and maybe submit your own? My old college pro f essor came to visit m e from gonewildstories. Brittany Cox Ontario real estate specialist. I write relationship advice, GuysInsight, sex, and snark. Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth.
You get to be your own validation. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. Trace the scars life has left you.
It will remind you that at one point, you fought for something. Get our newsletter every Friday! You're in! Follow Thought Catalog. Post to Cancel.