Wet N Wild

By Kat Von Wild

Erotic Romance Novella
Could one restless day with a desperate need to fill a desire explode into a mirage of a sensual fantasy? When eyes first catch sight and bodies ignite, will two lovers ever get the chance to meet again or will their passion go be with just a passing? When two meet by chance and ignite the tender passion within, they have a chance to offer themselves in ways that cause illicit sexual thoughts. So wet and wild are their desires, so tender and genuine are their intentions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kat Von Wild
• Release date: Feb 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458067968

Kat Von Wild

"It's been a while baby, but I'm back." (wink) Some days when I sit down to write up a story that is tickling my muse, I write for my own personal journey, however I have learned a thing or two from many others out there. I have discovered the pleasure in writing brings a writer goes both ways. A feeling, like the calm of a quiet evening, the glass of wine at the end of the night, the smell of rain after a thunderstorm, the illusion of pleasure on a crowded plane can be experienced in both reading enjoyable books and writing them. I like to think that reading is a road that must always be traveled upon, writing is the journey that one must share, and the imagination is the higher power that makes it all feel real. The writer can put together the words to make it right, but the reader must use their imagination to make it all happen inside their head as they read it. Encourage the imagination and tenacity it takes to be a writer by supporting the art. As always, I greatly appreciate all positive reviews and readers social media promotions. - Live Life Sensually!

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Wet n Wild

Erotic Adult Romance Short story

This book contains sexual content that is not suitable for those under eighteen.

Kat Von Wild

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Prologue

It was a simple touch: the feel of her hand on her hip as she woke to the sensation of skin on skin. The touch of her skin as her hand wandered across her belly and up to her breast brought on the realization that a deep restlessness lie within her. Bonnie was no stranger to waking with the feeling and desire for a new adventure.

With no current man in her life, to fulfill the craving that she awoke to, she knew she had to take matters into her own hands.

The sun was not even up, yet her room flooded with the brightness of the full moon, laying shadows across her skin. The heat of the night had caused her to toss the blankets aside and now her naked body lay illuminated by the moonlight.

She let her palm settle on her breast, gently squeezed and then brushed it across her nipple as the feel of her hand brought her nipple to tautness. She gently massaged and rolled her nipple in her hand as her other hand began cascading slowly down her body like a slow slithering snake.

The air in the room was warm but the slow oscillating fan in the corner would brush a breeze across her skin, every few seconds that felt exhilarating.

She slowly closed her eyes and envisioned a man that she would want to be touching her, someone strong, tan and intense. Yes, she loved the men that held intensity about him, always attracted to the bad boys that have a way of eluding danger. She wanted her fantasy man to be dangerous, with piercing eyes, a sexy smile and hands that looked like they could get the job done: a man that could take charge and dominate her wild ways.

The vision was clear in her mind as her hands began to take motion across her body like a pianist carefully playing out a dramatic song.

Her hand gently glided her legs open, softly caressed the folds of her skin from her inner thigh, over her hip, and then dipped ever so slowly down into the folds of her clit. Two fingers found the joyous bump that brought her so much pleasure from her own touch.

The man in her fantasy was now licking her like an ice cream cone as she dipped her two fingers into her tight wet pussy to bring the moisture back up to her clit and allow her to bring the massage to an intense pressure.

Her body was building quickly from the mental vision of her fantasy man and the skillfulness of the way her fingers pinched and massaged her breasts, moving from one to the other. Her palm of her hand now lay firm against her spread pussy as both fingers eased in and out of her. The lift of her hips allowed the pressure of her palm to set off an intense motion to her body. With her hand working her cunt with such pressure and intensity, in and out, in and out, that it was not long before her walls tightened around her two fingers. A quick flush of slickness enveloped her tightened pussy and the palm of her hand with one last brush across her clitoris caused her body to jolt as her toes curled into her sheeted bed.

Oh God! She moaned out slow. The intensity of the satisfaction she brought herself slowly subsided to an easy continual feeling of satisfaction.

It was going to be a good day. She was going to go burn off this restlessness starting to build once again, and she knew exactly how she was going to handle it.

Chapter One

The feeling to run away subsided once she made her fourth run through the middle of the lake on her jet ski. The sun was just starting to rise with its pink golden hue just on the rising horizon mixed with the dark blue sky fading lighter into true sky blue.

Long ago, she comprehended that her eyes were the color of the rising sky, a blue that could pierce any man's heart. However, her mama was always a dramatic fool, filling her head with how beautiful she is and how to use her sexuality to her advantage.

Normally no one was out on a lake in the dark. However, Bonnie had it in good with the park ranger. So good, she was sure he had it bad for her but she would not reciprocate. She liked to leave him dangling along thinking something more might come of her flirting.

She assured him she would only ride down the middle of the lake as to not wake up the campers in the area.

Her prized possession, other than her 1986 CJ-7 jeep, was her black jet ski. The feel of the machine between her legs as the wind rushed through her hair was the only thing that kept her sane in this insane world. The wind in her face and mist of water as she glided merciless across the wakeless water