So, I’ve been home alone while my current gf is staying with her parents for a week and a half. Being at home by myself has activated some instinct in me where I’m so fucking horny that I find myself drifting off into sex fantasies and memories pretty much all day. I stroked myself while watching porn and made a huge mess an hour ago, but after doing some yoga my cock is throbbing in my shorts again.
As I drifted in a cloud of semi-consciousness, during Shavasana (basically a mini-nap at the end) I was visited by the memory of the steamiest and filthiest sex I’ve ever had in my life. The same memory that so deliciously haunts my dreams, ever since I laid with her.
A bit about me, I’m an athletic and active young man. Tall, tan, and handsome is how women have described me before. I have thick black hair, deep amber eyes, and I’ve been told time and time again by those same women that my cock is solidly above average. Thick, long, and straight.
Now the she-wolf in the title is in fact a woman a little older than I am. Let’s call her A. It was years in between my first meeting her and the moment that, in ecstasy, she screamed my name as I unloaded my hot essence inside her, convulsing around my cock and milking it with her pretty little asshole.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. She is petite, a dancer. Eyes like a grey storm with blue lightning swirling underneath. Long, luscious brown hair, full lips, and a slender figure that at first belies how stunningly fit she is. Years of ballet and competitive dance sculpted her into the ultimate nymph, with firm & full tits, and an ass I would go to war for. She has a passion and affinity with wolves that I would soon experience firsthand, and where this post earned it’s title.
We locked eyes across the room at an art gallery exhibit at my college. Immediately I was drawn to her and struck up a conversation at the first opportunity. Through the advance and retreat of flirtatious strategies, she mentioned that her father is professor B. I couldn’t believe that the same professor who had invited me, a man I respected and who’s class I was thoroughly enjoying, could have raised this beautiful creature.
That night we talked about the native american artist created and inspired paintings and pieces adorning the walls, stole glances, shared smirks, and a good deal of laughs. I asked for her number and she gave it to me. Somewhere in the night she mentioned that she and her father often visit a wolf sanctuary on native land.
Fast forward 5 years. We texted on and off, sometimes just chatting, sometimes getting bold and sharing photos of our bodies, stripped down and aroused. Sometimes she would have a boyfriend and I would have a girlfriend, and we would pass in the night via text.
After one particularly difficult break-up, I decided to stay single for a while. It was in that era of my life, about 2 or 3 years ago, that we reconnected and realized that we were both in nyc. We met up, older and more seasoned by life and its ever turning seasons. She looked even more beautiful, with her sharp facial features pronounced by those damn eyes and plump pink lips, tiny patches and glimpses of pale skin peaking through the barricade of winter clothes. The outline of her hips, thighs and juicy ass, hugged tight by her red sweater and leggings.
I asked her to come over and we took a cab from the bar back to my place. As we sat in the back of the suv, I reached out with my hand, and touched her face gently. My fingers trailed down her neck, and arms, to rest on her hand. My cock swelled in my pants. In the diffused light of the bright full moon on this winter night in the city, her nails slowly raked up and down my thighs. Her claws leaving a trail of tingling that reverberated through my spine and made my eyes glaze over.
We got to my place and I took her to the roof. God I miss that roof. The cityscape at night illuminated by the moonlight and electricity of the city. Within seconds she leaped into my arms and her face hovered in front of mine for a split second that felt like eternity. Those pink lips I had had burned in the recesses of my primal and perverted animalistic mind soon met mine. Soon our tongues were massaging each other and I was in bliss. Bliss cut sharp by a pain flashing across my mouth. She had bit my lip. Not hard enough to bleed but hard enough to shock me.
I pulled back and she had a devilish grin on her face.
“Never mated with a wolf before?”
I warned her that if she did that again I’d have to teach her a lesson.
“And what could you teach me, Tiger?”
She bit my neck this time, even harder than the last. With a low roar I pinned her up against the wall, one hand wrapped around her waist and another on her neck. Not hurting her. Holding her in place while I returned the favor, sinking my teeth into her neck as I turned it to the side. I gave her ass and thighs a solid spank as she whimpered. My lower hand wrapped around the slope of her ass, as I ran my fingers across the luscious valley of her ass-flesh in leggings, and began rubbing her mound from behind. I could feel how damp it was.
Pulling apart and looking into her flushed face I responded,
“Come to my bedroom and I’ll show you.”
Practically throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her to bed there was scarcely a moment when our lips, hands, tongues, or teeth weren’t on each other.
I tossed her on the bed and pushed her back. Slipping my hands under her legs I lift and spread them and said one commanding word, “Stay.”
I rose higher and slid up her long leather boots off of her delicate shapely feet and calves. Quickly and with precision, I grabbed her leggings from her hips and pulled upwards, peeling them off and turning her almost upside-down. She rose up pawing at my belt and shirt, trying to grab something to pull off of me. I pushed her down gently but firm with my large hand in between the mounds of her breasts, heaving.
“Stay. And you’ll be rewarded. To be a hunter you need to learn patience.”
She growled and bit at my hand but stayed put. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my sculpted and strong upper body. She was just ever so slightly squirming under me. I undid my belt slowly as her eyes were lazer focused on the swelling erection clearly visible underneath my pants. As I pulled out my thick cock, she let out an audible moan and a throaty growl.
I slapped it down on her mound, still covered by her dark red lace panties, with a gentle thud. I started to grind as my hands explored her chest, taking her top off slowly. She was getting fidgety so I moved my right hand up to her neck and held her in place, before giving her my thumb to bite and suck on.
“Good, Wolf. Now you’re going to beg me to mate with you.”
She bit down harder and growled. I pulled my hand back and slid down, looping my arms under her legs, hiking her hips up, with my palms on her stomach and breasts, my chest in between her thighs, and my lips hovering over her now visibly soaked panties.
“No cock inside you until you beg.”
With some reaching around with my right hand, I pulled her panties to the side and started to kiss her twitching clit. Pretty soon I was fully making out with the set of lips between those shapely legs. I’ll never forget her scent. It was so wild and musky that it was making my head swim, and precum leak out of my cock, dangling downward and pulsing.
It wasn’t long until I heard her whimper the words.
“*please*”
“Please, what?”
“*Please mate me. Fill me up and bite my neck. Claim me!*”
I obliged
Her inner folds felt like molten sex wrapped in silk. Her wetness dripped down my balls after a few slow strokes going into her deeper and deeper until I bottomed out. I swear I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix.
With my posture up again, on my knees bent in a prayer position, her hips up in the air, I grabbed her hips and started to build a powerful rhythm. Wrapped in her sex and covered in her scent I reached a hand up to give her something to bite on. Her moans and little growls were turning into yelps. She grabbed my arm with both hands and pulled me on top of her. I started to pick up the pace and she wrapped all 4 of her limbs around me. Her claws dug into my back. her legs held me in place, pulling my hips to guide my dick deeper and harder inside her. She bit my neck, my ear, my face. I bit her back.
The swelling of my cock became unbearable and I needed to cum, soon. I pulled up to look at her and said, “fuck! I don’t have a condom.”
Her eyes, laidened and glazed with lust locked with mine as the said the words I’ll never forget.
“*take a walk on the wild side, Tiger*”
That one phrase put me over the edge harder than ever before in my life, and probably still to this day. I pounced down, biting her neck and shoulder, roaring into her soft skin. She shrieked and yelled my name as we shook and exploded in climax. My cum pumping deep within her inner sanctum and overflowing around my cock. It could have lasted for 3 seconds or 30 minutes. We lay there breathing heavy and pulling tighter at whatever we could get our hands (and in her case; feet) on.
As the night stretched on we drifted into a mix of cuddling, kissing, and petting before sleep cast its dark spell over us. In the morning I took her again, but that is a story for another time. And for the observant reader who made it all the way down here, you’ll notice there was no mention of anal. That’s the last part in this trilogy. Thanks for reading about my experience. I’d love any feedback. Just try to keep it constructive and positive.
Talk soon GWS
– T
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hiff6m/my_night_with_the_shewolf_one_of_the_most_intense
You waited 5 years to bang that? Wow
Piece of advice: don’t wait 5 years for anything good. Life moves by pretty fast.
DAMN that was hot! I’m howling for chapter 2 and 3!
Mmm I wish that woman were me ?
Love biting and getting bit. Haven’t had many ladies who like it but when they do, it’s a wild night.
Definitely a more artistic writing style than is typically seen on this subreddit