Wild One-Night in the Vosges Chalet: Fucked Raw by the Wolf Man

Rain hammers the chalet roof at Xonrupt like machine gun fire. We’re drenched from the epicerie run, clothes plastered to skin. My phone buzzes in my soaked jeans – Tinder ping from some other dude. Ignore. Sylvestre’s musky scent hits me finally, wild like wet earth and wolf pelt. Days of filthy chats on the app flash back: his cock pics, my pussy shots, promises of brutal first-night pounding. No time for bullshit small talk. Heart races. Adrenaline surges. Fuck dinner. Fuck waiting.

He grabs candles as lights flicker out. Storm’s rage mirrors mine. I break – tears mix with rain. ‘I’m a shit mum,’ I sob. He pulls me close, strong arms like iron. Chest heaves against mine. His breath hot on neck. ‘Shh, let me warm you.’ Lips brush ear. Tension snaps. I taste mirabelle on his tongue first kiss – that half-empty bottle we cracked for ‘courage.’ Burns sweet, loosens inhibitions. Hands roam. His under wet tee, thumbs circle nipples hardening fast. Mine claw his back. ‘Want your cock now,’ I growl. No romance. Pure need.

The Approach

Kitchen table. Farine spills everywhere. He yanks leggings down, fingers dive into soaked pussy. ‘So fucking wet, Nathalie.’ Slang from chats comes alive. I smear honey on his thick shaft – veiny, throbbing. ‘Suck my sugar stick, slut.’ Drop to knees. Salty pre-cum mixes sweet. Gulp deep, gag, slobber. He groans, fists hair. Pulls out, spins me. Ass up on table edge. Flour dusts cheeks. Cock slams in – raw, no condom, balls deep. ‘Take it, bitch!’ Stretch burns delicious. Pussy clenches, juices squelch loud over thunder.

He flips me like promised crêpe. Face down, ass high. Fingers probe tight hole. ‘Gonna wreck this arse.’ Lube? Fuck no. Pushes – too thick, pops out. ‘Won’t hurt you.’ Instead, Nutella jar opens. Smears on tits, clit, bush. ‘My alpaca pussy.’ Tongue laps – rough, circles nub. I buck, scream. ‘Eat me, wolf!’ Orgasm rips – squirt floods his chin. He mounts again, doggy on couch. ‘Ahooooo!’ Howls like beast. Pounds relentless, hips slap ass. Sweat, flour, chocolate everywhere. ‘Love farining your cheeks!’ Cum builds. I ride reverse, grind clit on pubes. ‘Fill me!’ He roars, hot jets pulse inside.

The Explosion

Not done. Shower tease turns frenzy. Soap suds slick bodies. I soap cock, jerk hard. Bend over tub. He re-enters pussy, thumb ass. Multiple rounds – count lost in haze. Jouis everywhere, screams echo. His bites shoulder, marks claim.

Dawn creeps. Bodies spent, sticky mess. Phone buzzes again – real life calls. Slip from sheets quiet. Dress fast, no note. His snores rumble. Door clicks shut. Back to stranger. Heart still pounds from thrill. No numbers swapped. Just fucked memory. Adrenaline high fades to everyday grind. But damn, that wolf dick lingers.