On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bad, an excerpt from Lacey
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truly highly acclaimed. When you're playing with fire, run for safety, or
get burned. Why it's macavoy finds weed, alcohol, and inappropriate reading material
in his teenage daughter's apartment, not to mention sex toys. Frustrated by her
poor judgment, he gives her two choices, a tender camp for troubled use,
or move home for the summer and take a job. Aidan, Dear
Bassi hasn't the time nor the desire to babysit. His new summer employee is
immature, smart, litt and defiant. Problem is she's the daughter of a
personal friend who also happens to be one of his biggest sources of income.
Sophie McAvoy is appalled when her first task is to clean the bathroom, and
things only get worse after that. She can't stand Aidan and his draconian rules.
He's dictatorial, makes it do deplorable things that no respectable person should ever
suggest, and looks at her with ice in his gaze. Exasperated, Sophie
handles his neanderthal personality the only way she knows how. She's flippant, defiant,
and refuses to comply without a fight. Holt's whole world is Aiden.
Their nine year relationship is committed and unbreakable, and he'll do anything to keep
his partner happy. So when he brings Sophie into the mix by inviting her
to their bed for a night of no strings consensual fun, things get complicated
in more ways than one. Falling into it passionate Lison, they can't forsake
no matter the consequences. When Sophie discovers Aiden's dark secret, will she turn
away for good or fall deeper? Hi, it is Devlin and welcome to
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to the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And when you're ready
to submit to desire, go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold
it for a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting go of
any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's
just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sense satisfaction, in your time to discover your inner desires.
As you feel my voice going with you, as you drift even deeper
into Tonight's story. I loved this place, nestled among much larger homes.
Daddy built the Spanish Mediterranean house five years ago on an oversized plot in the
Willow Bend subdivision of West Plano. It wasn't huge, with his mixture of
Mexican towel highlighted with smaller hand painted towels and dark distressed wood floors throughout,
along with lots of archways in the chef's dream for a kitchen. What I
liked best with the full sized, elegant bathrooms adjoined to each of the four
bedrooms. The vintage cast iron claw foot tub with bronze nickel feet had been
my idea. I missed my apartment, but God, I loved this bathtub.
I dried off, spread a layer of coconut body cream from neck to
toe in a simple mid thigh length sundress and sandals. I took a long
look at the mess of my nails and released a sigh. I tried wearing
gloves, but they didn't fit, Plus it was hard to grip things with
them on. While I had always taken time for a bi weekly manicure and
pedicure as well as a monthly hair appointment. I'd all but given up worrying
about make up and style in this heat and humidity, having been so tired
in the evenings, partly due to the work and partly to the benadrill I'd
been downing like candy. None of it mattered the way it had before.
Overall, the job wasn't so bad. It even tended to be relaxing in
some ways, minus the amphor giving Texas heat, the cutting and pruning that
fucked with my sinuses, a mystic rump or Stiltskin making me clean just for
the sake of barking out orders, especially since I saw the invoice from Merrymaids.
The jackass demanded I scrub the office when he had a service coming in
every Saturday. Who did shit like that? A narcssistic alpha with anal retentive
personality, that's who. Trying to separate the popular ex athlete from the mysterious
man with the King's eye stick up his ass from the quiet person with an
outstanding talent for growing and designing was strange and difficult. One minute he was
joking around with his workers, the next he was glowering at me, and
then in minutes he was turning his hat to his professional side and discussing business
over the phone. Aidan had an outstanding talent for landscape and design. He
dealt with the publican clients with nothing but patience and professionalism. His business was
thriving and his work first rate from the photos I'd seen. But he was
bossy as fuck, in a control freak. Plus, no matter what I
did or how well I did it, he still gave me the stink ie
and criticized most everything I did. Clean it again. He left streaks on
the bathroom mirror. Sweep up the soil you spilled. What made him this
way? Childhood bullying, tragedy or trauma? Abusive parents? Holy shit?
Was he some kind of sadist? Not knock alarmed? I almost fell off
the bed when Daddy appeared at my door. He scared me you're home early.
With a small smile, he said, sorry, sweetheart, you're home
early as well. Everything okay. He then gave me the rest of the
afternoon off. He said he had plans and didn't have anything else scheduled.
Daddy, how long have you known him but quite a while? Why has
something happened? No, just wondering how much you knew about him personally,
not professionally. Daddy's brows lifted a serious glare covering his gaze. What's going
on, Sophie. Don't tell me you have a crush on this guy.
He's way too old for you. I don't have a crush on him.
He's just so reserved. He never mentions anything about his past soccer career,
or family or anything else for that matter. I just wondered, don't know
much about his family, Daddy replied. But what I do know is if
he was one hell of a soccer player until injuries killed his career. There's
a great job landscaping my homes, and doesn't try raping me with his prices,
Aidan is a business acquaintance and nothing more. Keep your mind on the
job, okay, I will. I glanced down at the chipped corners of
my nails, sighing at what was left of them. I think I'll get
a milk and honey pedicular and these nails fixed. Want me to bring home
dinner. I even have my own money. Save your money, he kissed
the top of my forehead. I'm headed back out in a few minutes to
meet with my accountant. So so I'll just grab something after go on and
get your nails done. And by the way, I'm proud of you.
Aidan called yesterday and said you were doing a very good job. No shit.
I covered my lips with the palm of my hand as soon as the
words left my mouth, not only because Daddy hated me using any kind of
profanity, but also to hide the huge grin splitting my face. Mister grumples
Stiltskin complimented me. Well, O MG, who would have figured said you
have quite the green thumb. Now stop smiling that you've met Prince Charming.
You're working for Aiden, nothing else. I mean it, Sophie, No
Daddy. Twenty minutes later, I was behind the wheel of my Corolla,
heading toward the bank just up the road for tip money. Once I pulled
into the drive through ATM, I reached inside my purse for the nifty credit
cardholder that came free with my Louis V. Tom bag. My heart sank.
It was nowhere to be found. No, no, no, I'd
turned the bag over and dumped the belongings into the passenger seat. Why the
hell is it? Dread crept over me? Everything important was in that credit
card holder. Driver's license, debit card, discover and American Express cards,
even my Social Security card and student ID. Even worse, this was just
the kind of thing to anger Daddy and have him call me immature and irresponsible.
Damn it today played through my mind as I searched between the seats and
underneath. No luck. Now, I was wondering if it could have slipped
out of my purse at work last night. I'd been so exhausted that I
nodded off while lying in my bed listening to music and forgot to set the
alarm, knowing Aiden would be there before the chickens woke. When I got
to work fifteen minutes late, frazzled in a nervous rush, I'd all but
run inside and toss my things into the kitchen cabinet where I stored my belongings.
It could have easily fallen out. Thankful that aid In trusted me enough
to give me a key. A whole set of nerves buzz through me when
I turned into the parking lot to see his truck still parked at an angle
as it was when I left to day. Still hear this late on a
Friday, I eased him beside the lifted F two fifty and eyed a shiny
S class Mercedes parted just beside it. Convinced that either a client or a
friend stopped by before Aidan could leave for the day, I stepped through the
front door, slid my keyring into the side pocket of my purse, and
walked toward the kitchen, doing my best to stay quiet in case he was
with a client. Thank God, I sighed a long breath of relief when
I eyed the credit card holder to the right of the sink. Telling Daddy
I'd lost all my personal information was not something I was looking forward to.
Padding toward the cabinet, I stopped in my tracks when something resembling grunting noises
sounded from down the hallway. Another stab of curiosity had me ignoring the credit
card holder and instead tiptoeing toward the direction of the strange sound. What was
Aiden doing back there? He could have been pumping iron, as I had
seen the hand weights under the desk, yet that seemed unlikely. If somebody
was here, then again, maybe he had a personal trainer, which,
by the looks of his physique, would make sense. Just as I peeped
through the slightly ajar door, I heard another groan in my breath, caught
my hand flying to my mouth. Sweetest mother of fuck, my boss was
not with a personal trainer and absolutely not meeting with a client. Looking like
a sexy Greek warrior, with his hair falling around his shoulders, tats blanketing
his arms, chest, and the tense muscles of his back. Was Aidan
in the flesh. Literally in front of him was his lover, similar in
physique, but with neatly cut, short brown hair and only a hint of
shadow covering his jaw, who was looking into Aidan's eyes like he was the
only person in the world. One hand teased a silver bar extending through Aiden's
right nipple, and the other rested between them. Shit, that's hot.
The flash of needs shot straight through my breasts and between my thighs. They
weren't only two gorgeous, freaking sex gods, but both seriously hung like stupidly
blessed, and holy crap, Aidan not only had a nipple piercing but also
one on the underside of his penis. My god, I've never seen something
so erotic in my life. They were mere minutes away from having sex while
I stood here staring my ass off hypnotized, struggling for air and growing hot
all over as I watched two men relish in splendor and bliss. Never had
I ever seen anything like it, so intimate, so beautiful and sensual,
so unjustifiably carnal Aidan gripped business Guy's temples, then pushed him against the wall,
giving me a divine view of his rounded ass muscles, thrusted and constricted
heavy arms slid up and down the deep ridges and grooves of one another's bodies,
while their erections rocked together as they annihilated each other's mouths, like they
had missed each other for weeks, if not months, like they were the
only two people in the world that mattered, Like they were furious with need,
like two men deeply in love. I'd seen guys kiss before, gay
college students made out on campus all the time. I'd always found it hot,
but it had never affected me the way watching two mature, strong men
was. Fuck, I've missed you, the business looking guy said, groaning
deep as he ended the hottest damn kiss I've ever witnessed between two people,
and this gorgeous cock. Business guy reached for Aydon's erection and began stroking enough,
something that felt like jealousy passed through me. When Aidan moaned and his
head tipped back in ecstasy, where his eyes closed, where they dilated with
arousal. Was that vain throbbing in his forehead. Everything between my legs was
a blazing fire. My pussy all but weeping with thoughts of being double dicked
by two men. The entire scenario of double penetration turned me the hell on
back on your knees. Aidan's voice was husky and intimidating, Yet business Guy
did just as he was told and sank back to his knees. He sparked
in the pit of my bellyble a hot fire burned in my sex. I
knew I should walk away, forget what I'd seen. It was a sick
invasion of privacy that made me look like some kind of voyeuristic freak, and
I was frozen. My body felt like it was super glue in place.
I couldn't take my eyes off the provocative sight in front of me. Every
nerve ending in my body lit Jesus. I wanted what they had, lust,
affection, desperation, naked and hard for me, cherishing my body,
I wanted to feel sweat breaking out all over, muscles flexing in my belly.
I wanted to be tasted and teased and taken hard. Aidan fisted business
Guy's hair. Tell me you're mine. Business Guy's eyes peered upward, his
erection hard and upright. I'm yours, babe, I was yours the day
we met. Then swallow my cock and make me believe you. Business Guy
swirled his tongue over Adan's crown, then swallowed him as I bit my lip
at the provocativeness of Aidan thrusting into his lover's throat, while lust and hunger
and trust flashed in business Guy's gaze. Deeper, make me come just as
before. Business guy obeyed and took Hayden deeper, the sides of his cheek,
hollowing a saliva seep from the corner of his lip. They were so
sexual, so dirty, and so beautiful, hypnotized by their ravenousness for each
other. I eased a hand down the front of my sundress. I slipped
it between my thighs that were hot and soaked, rowing over my panties and
the swollen knot of nerves underneath a soft whimper left my lips when I pushed
the white lace aside to sink two fingers into my sex. Christ, that's
good. Aidan fisted business Guy's hair, deep throating him while his lover complied,
swallowing every thrust and succumbed to every move. Thighs slick with need,
my fingers drove deep, curving to reach the hidden spot that made me see
stars, wishing, wanting, fantasizing, aching with the fathomless curiosity and longing
baritone voices and throat filled moans, heavy breathing and relentless thrusting. That's so
good. Sweat poured on Aidan's back, his muscles twitching as he slammed his
erection into business Guy's throat with deep, unforgiving thrusts. Every muscle in my
body was alive with hunger and need. As I watched aiden throat fuck business
guy. While my fingers pushed and curled, and I chewed my bottom lip
to keep quiet, Aidan released another guttural moan, and just as I thought
he was seconds from releasing his load, a soft sound escaped my throat.
Business guy blinked my direction, pinned me with his stare and I froze,
my heart pounding inside my chest. But Business Guy did nothing but place his
hand on Aidan's ass cheeks and urge him deeper, blowing the hell out of
him with his gaze glued to mine. I suppressed a groan when Aidan's head
fell back in ecstasy. Jesus, I had never seen something so hot in
my life. Was there nothing about this guy that didn't bleed sexuality? His
hands were tugging at Business Guy's hair and the muscles in his back, and
as strained as he pulsed, coming and taking me right over the edge with
him. I couldn't help myself, couldn't stop my body from reacting, as
the first jolting spasm had my muscles contracting and pressure building behind my clip,
all the while my eyes never left Business Guys. Oh God, seconds from
bursting into orgasm, I jerked my hand away with a warm shudder racing through
my body. Not only had I had one set of eyes locked on mine,
now there were two, one filled with lust, the other with rage.
Damn it, damn it, damn it. What the fuck? Aidan
pulled his wet dick that was long, thick and half hard from Business guy's
swollen lips, eyes wild with rage and loathing. He covered himself with a
palm while business guy stayed on his knees, lowering a hand to reach for
his equally impressive erection, with his lips bending into a wolfish smile. Oh,
I liked this man. Get the hell out of here, Aidan screeched
with that vein throbbing in his forehead, mortification and pulling. Dread lifted and
all up my throat while panic rolled inside my chest. I would never be
allowed back, Aidan would report me to my dad before I returned home.
I'd be fired, never get my independence back. I was all but fucked.
I just came for my credit cards. I didn't know you were.
I'd just heard a noising. God, I'm sorry. Spinning on my heels,
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I speed walked to the
kitchen, grabbed my purse and hold my shaky ass to my carm without looking
back. Crap, crap, crap. I was in shit a mile deep,
my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was seconds from ripping through
my chest. Chills skated down my back, Butterflies fluttered in my belly,
and everything was still a hot, slick mess between my thighs. I couldn't
believe what I had just witnessed, but worse, how I'd handled it.
Doctor poured, scared and a hundred shades of confused. I was turned on
now to my ever loving mind by the beauty of what I'd just seen,
the sensualism, the hunger, the carnal sexuality. But who was I falling?
None of that mattered. I was screwed to the very core. This
couldn't and wouldn't end well. Aidan was probably on the phone right now giving
Daddy some lame excuse to fire me. And what was worse, I couldn't
blame him. What I did was wrong, unethical and creep show levels of
messed up. Jesus. I put my fingers in myself, got myself off,
only feet away from my boss. Only a freak show did something so
vulgar. Eyes whirling at the onset of panics stirring in the deep pit of
my belly. I felt a darkers that I hadn't felt in over a year.
But I refused to go there, and I wouldn't. I started counting
to five once twice and the third time, regulating my breathing and telling myself
I was in control. I'd fucked up royally. Why hadn't I just gotten
what I came for and left? Why had I stuck my nose where it
didn't belong. Why had I'd lost my damn mind and touched myself? Sweet
Jesus, my boss not only had a lover, but a gorgeous male lover
that didn't batton eye when he saw me watching them. I squeezed my thighs
tighter, doing my best to stop the movie stuck on replay in my head,
but to no avail. Thoughts of bodies joining, thrusting, and making
love sent bolts of heat to my core. I could still smell the earthy
masculine scent of cologne and almost feel the heat rikisheting off their bodies. I
couldn't erased the mental picture of aiden powering in business guy's throat, those fingers
curling into his hair, or his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
I couldn't stop wondering, wishing, and wanting. What would he look
like when he came, What would he sound like? Would he be gentle
afterwards? Would there be aftercare? What would that stud through his penis feel
like shit? What was I thinking? Aidan was my boss, my dad's
contractual worker. Plus he was gay. He planked men, not women.
What was I supposed to do now? My ass was three sheets to the
wind. My life was over. But one thing was loud and clear.
I was ready to lose my V card to know what it felt like to
have a man inside me and have an orgasm that didn't include my fingers or
toys. I was no cheap slut, but I was also a grown woman
and more eager to experience adult situations. As soon as I backed out of
the parking lot, I press call on my steering wheel, but just as
quickly decided against it. First, I still didn't know Angela all that well,
not enough to tell her this second. She had been down with the
flu, so we didn't even have a chance to speak. Plus, how
could I admit to anyone what I'd just witnessed or how I'd reacted. So
a rather excellent MMF erotic romance. Go and grab your copy now just follow
the link in this episode's notes. So next week, yes, hmm,
a little story, I think, a little story. We're going to do
something a little different, though, We're going to change things up a little
as we do something too, h mm hmm. Tease your taste boats so
until then, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in
Wild wishing you solacious dreams. M h m m A time