Animal Instinct unfolds. I stiffen, slightly. Not wanting to relent. Wishing I were not so weak to the moon, or to you. My spine-arch betrays me. I lift to you, involuntarily. Needing you, so. Wishing I could...repel you. Defeat you. Stop you, somehow. But, craving your expected reprimand for my slight delay in response. I am transformed, into the weaker animal. The SheWolf. Your prey. I drop to all fours. Like a hungry wolf-pup, nuzzling into your warm hardness. Lapping and licking. Suckling deeply. My nails digging slightly into your thighs and hips. My own nostrils flaring, inhaling your scent. Pressing you closer and closer in hopes that I may nearly choke on the

As I quietly walked down path I heard what I thought to be an animal or something, but when I noticed the trail coming to an opening just ahead, I noticed a small tent. Not wanting to wander into a campsite, I stopped and then, through the branches I saw where the noise was coming from. By moving just a bit I was able to position myself so that I was well hidden but had an unimpeded view of the two naked campers. They were both young, perhaps mid-twenties and from the looks of their bodies, they were very athletic. The sound I heard must have been a combination of the mans moans and the womans smacking sound as she slid her mouth back and forth on his cock. He was not

The warm soothing water helped me forget about my animal intruder and the guilt that Bar Night always brought. Youre going to hell for what you do, my conscience would tell me. You do what you can to survive in this city was always my response. Not that drinking my liver to rot was, by any means, "surviving". You only live once right? "Shit..." the water had turned cold while my mental war had raged. "Well, Im clean enough to sleep" I said to myself, which was true, except for the fact that my hair still smelled of cigar smoke. I stepped out of the tub and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror above my sink. Thanks to the combination of the cold bath water and

"Itll be a bit more fun when we get to your room and we put on those stencils." Daddy had a bunch of wild-animal stencils and was going to decorate my room with animals of all colors over the wall, it was one reason we would paint my room the solid color today. "Yeah." I said. "Can we do that now?" "Tomorrow, after we do the hallway and the kitchen and dining room." Daddy promised. "Downstairs today, and upstairs tomorrow." "But I got nothing to do." I complained. "Id let you outside, but youre already covered in paint." Daddy pointed out. "I think you got more on your clothes than you did on the wall." "It dripped a lot." I agreed. "Can we wash them out?" "Not really

I feel like an animal completely given over to sexual desire. "Isabelle, I want to move love to you." "Oh oui," she gasps. "Oui, je veux la meme chose. Maintenant. Depeche-toi." "Come on top of me. I want to see you. To watch you." She nods and moves like a cat on her hands and knees. Every move she makes is sexy. She straddles me and I place my hands on her hips. She takes my rock hard cock in her hands and raises it upward. She inches forward to position herself over me. She starts to lower herself onto my cock. Im stroking her legs, watching her. Our eyes are fixed on each others. I feel like Im in an altered state. Im aware only of her and my desire for her. I

In the distance she heard an unseen woman cry out in a long, uninhibited moan of passion and imagined a huge stream of hot, white semen flowing from the body of a man into the body of this woman, filling her up and satisfying for the present the deepest, most basic animal desires of both parties to the copulation. She suddenly realized that she wanted the same thing for herself and that she was wet again between her legs, under the loincloth. She reached the Beach Bar, which was just beginning to fill up, got a tall rum drink from the appreciative topless female bartender, who ogled Janines bare tits and their prominent pink circles. Janine thought the barternders

Yes, I could smell his sweet blood, but beneath that was an animal undercurrent; like the earth and the trees and the wind. His was the smell of the wild! I plunged my teeth into his neck feeling as if a chord had been struck, vibrating from the pit of my stomach to a tingling at my wrists. His blood flooded my mouth but just as suddenly something painful struck me in the chest and I went flying across the room! I looked at him stunned. He pushed me. His expression was fierce and his eyes were gold. Veins in his face were pulsating and his hands were clenched into fists. The veins running up his arms were bulging too! My mouth hung open. But as quickly as the expression

I was still trying to get control of this animal when I saw a blur in the corner of my eye. It was my grandfather, his horse popping up from the creek bank. "Honey, are you all right?" Grandfather yelled. "Grandfather, I cant control him! Make him stop!" I shouted. Grandfather rode near enough to grab my reins and pulled my horse near him. He flicked the reins of his horse and kicked his spurs. Both horses shot forward and I screamed in panic. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Stop! Stop!" I cried. "Hold on tight and keep your head down!" He commanded. "YAW! YAW!" He yelled repeatedly at his steed to drive him forward even faster. Both horses were galloping at top speed down the

I was really pleased with what Id been able to capture, their cheerful, animal vitality and the passion they put into competing, into winning and losing. The portrait was going to be good. "Coffee break," I announced after a particularly fierce round. "Or do you want something cold?" "Beer?" Luc grinned. "Coke," I answered. "Or iced tea. Im not going to contribute to the delinquency of minors, especially not before noon when theyre my clients and their mother lives a few doors away and would come after me with a whip or a gun." "Both, probably," Jean-Pierre laughed. "Id like coffee, please." Luc chose a Coke, but because hed lost the last round, he was sent home to

"Oh my gooooooood" not even loud, more grunting like an animal, right from the deepest sexual center of his young overheated sexual desire. I enjoyed pulling his ass open, as the tip of my tongue entered his virgin pucker. His cock was pulsing with every heart beat, and the precum actually leaking out of it in the bubble bath. I backed away, and made a second move. Instead of just using the tip of my tongue, I decided to expand my work area, and use the entire surface of my licking organ. I started by rubbing my nose literally into his rectum, as the tip of my tongue touched the beginning of his very loose smooth sac. I pressed my lips against the bottom of both his ass