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Speaker 1: of erotic Stories from Wild and Bad, Part one of
Speaker 1: a paranormal second chance sexy romance teases on the darker
Speaker 1: side of things. The moment he walked out of the door,
Speaker 1: Tess regretted him leaving during an argument, turning his back
Speaker 1: on her to return to his beloved See. As the
Speaker 1: last word of the tempest she had created echoed around
Speaker 1: their kitchen, doubt filled her mind. Would he ever come
Speaker 1: back after what she had said? Would she fill his
Speaker 1: arms once again? Her grandmother had always said, never part
Speaker 1: on a bad word. Would this sagely advice haunt her
Speaker 1: for the rest of her days? Hi, it's Devlin and
Speaker 1: welcomed to another episode of Wild In bed your destination
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Speaker 1: Now Tonight's episode and for the next few weeks the
Speaker 1: couple at least. This was actually a short story I
Speaker 1: penned a while back. Yes, going back into the mists
Speaker 1: of time, It's it is dark, and it obviously is erotic,
Speaker 1: but it is a full length story, so it's a
Speaker 1: little longer than normal, probably about three or four episodes,
Speaker 1: who knows. Once once I get into the narrating flow
Speaker 1: and just cutting it off at the right time to
Speaker 1: keep you waiting and anticipation for the next episode. But
Speaker 1: it is on the darker side of things, So I
Speaker 1: do hope you enjoy now you know this podcast is
Speaker 1: best enjoyed laying on your bed. I hope you're clothes
Speaker 1: are suitably loosened. Just put your earbuds in, close those eyes,
Speaker 1: and surrender at the pleasure of my voice caressing over you.
Speaker 1: And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go
Speaker 1: ahead and take a nice deeper and hold it for
Speaker 1: a moment, releasing it with a sigh, letting go of
Speaker 1: all that tension, all that stress. For the next twenty
Speaker 1: minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This
Speaker 1: is your time, your time to relax, your time for
Speaker 1: sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your inner desires as
Speaker 1: you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse
Speaker 1: yourself in the story. The mood in Tessa's eyes matched
Speaker 1: the storm brewing outside, and Finn was in no mood
Speaker 1: for either. It was madness absolute stupidity to be arguing
Speaker 1: over the meaning of a word. Seriously, this had just
Speaker 1: exploded from nowhere. Now he was watching his wife, apparently
Speaker 1: giving serious thought to causing him real physical pain over
Speaker 1: a stupid word that he had meant as a bloody compliment.
Speaker 1: It means darlin, the frustration was barely controlled in Finn's voice.
Speaker 1: It doesn't I looked it up, Finn. It means vain,
Speaker 1: the jewel fire of anger and hurt burning deep in
Speaker 1: her eyes, contrasting the normal, sensitive, sky blue. I'm your
Speaker 1: vein is hardly a compliment, Finn. Maybe I need to
Speaker 1: check all those poems you gave me. Maybe I need
Speaker 1: to reread all the little letters, check all their meanings,
Speaker 1: and see what else you've been hiding in your words.
Speaker 1: You could tell me anything, Finn, anything, How would I know?
Speaker 1: The only person who tells me what they mean is you,
Speaker 1: and I can't believe that any more. Finn couldn't believe
Speaker 1: that this had escalated to this height. The thought bounced
Speaker 1: mercilessly around Finn's head, but given that Tess's hand was
Speaker 1: so close to the pans, the more importantly the knife block.
Speaker 1: He decided discretion really was the better part of valor,
Speaker 1: and certainly essential in him getting out of here intact.
Speaker 1: In different words formed on his lips as he watched
Speaker 1: her fingers edging towards the pans. We use it more
Speaker 1: colloquially than that, We use it differently. It's like the
Speaker 1: beat of my heart, my darling. You can look it
Speaker 1: up in dictionaries, but it won't be the same as
Speaker 1: we use it. Total b s Finn. Her anger flamed
Speaker 1: even higher in her eyes. Tess was normally peaceful and calm,
Speaker 1: but when she lost her temper, she brought a whole
Speaker 1: new meaning to the definition of hot. On every level.
Speaker 1: His eyes were drawn down her curves, Every inch of
Speaker 1: her seemed accentuated by her anger. The movement of her
Speaker 1: breast almost hypnotic. The way her legs tensed as she
Speaker 1: shouted got that boot so many thoughts into his head.
Speaker 1: Without thinking, Finn started playing with his finger, his damaged finger,
Speaker 1: the result of an accident at sea that had left
Speaker 1: it twisted deformed. The finger looked pained, as if it
Speaker 1: was trying to replicate a gnarly tree, and so christened
Speaker 1: at his contortion. The first time he had been intimate
Speaker 1: with tests, they discovered it was perfectly shaped to touch
Speaker 1: her in all the right places, creating the most beautifully
Speaker 1: intense wordasms. From then on, they called it his beautiful contortion.
Speaker 1: Every time he felt aroused, without thinking, he would touch it.
Speaker 1: Controlling the urge to tell her he wanted her right
Speaker 1: now over the breakfast table, as it might not be
Speaker 1: taken in the way he intended, he took a step back.
Speaker 1: I have to go. I have my ship waiting for
Speaker 1: me in the harbor, a crew waiting, and a contract
Speaker 1: to satisfy. We will talk about this tomorrow night when
Speaker 1: I get back. His eyes focused on her hands, moving
Speaker 1: closer to those pans. You can come back tomorrow, but
Speaker 1: there's no guarantee you'll get through that door. Finne can
Speaker 1: burn her temper blazing. Normally, Finn would have calmed her down,
Speaker 1: taken control, but right now he really did need to
Speaker 1: get down to the harbor for the ship. This stupid
Speaker 1: argument was costing him money, something he would be angry
Speaker 1: about tomorrow as he watched his profits dive beneath the sea.
Speaker 1: Go back to your precious sea, Your precious boat. I
Speaker 1: obviously mean nothing to you. We will talk tomorrow. I
Speaker 1: have a business to run and people are counting on me.
Speaker 1: That's it. Tests tomorrow. More abruptly than he'd intended, he
Speaker 1: pulled the door closed as he left. The sound of
Speaker 1: the pan hitting the door emphasized the fact that the
Speaker 1: door was now closed and Finn had escaped right now.
Speaker 1: The storm at sea was a lot more predictable than
Speaker 1: the storm at home. He knew the sea, knew her moods,
Speaker 1: her tantrums. Test like this was a tad more difficult
Speaker 1: to predict. All thoughts of the argument at home held
Speaker 1: into nothing once he was out on the open sea.
Speaker 1: As another wave crashed over the bow of the Breillium Tool,
Speaker 1: the day's catcher, rutting from the fish cakes designed to
Speaker 1: hold them, flooding over the deck, and who scrambled desperately
Speaker 1: to hold on to anything that might float. The ship
Speaker 1: screamed cries of creeks and groans as she was tormented
Speaker 1: by the waves, and for the first time in his life,
Speaker 1: Finn doubted if his ship would survive this onslaught their
Speaker 1: one salvation, the lifeboat, long since ripped from the ship
Speaker 1: by the waves, snatched by some unseen hand as a
Speaker 1: foreshadowing of what was to come. The ship killed badly, unstable, uncontrollable,
Speaker 1: they had no choice but to weather the storm, the
Speaker 1: winds screaming like banshees around them, wailing through the ship,
Speaker 1: the sound of the waves, the wind deafening. Yet, somehow,
Speaker 1: somewhere through all that noise, the unmistakable sound of death,
Speaker 1: the faintest sound that shouted louder than hell to be heard,
Speaker 1: the crack of timber. At that moment, that split second,
Speaker 1: Finn knew their fate was sealed. The rain stung Finn's face,
Speaker 1: stabbing at his lips as he tried to shout orders,
Speaker 1: the noise around them too loud for any sense to
Speaker 1: be made of his barked commands, desperately grabbing men, thrusting
Speaker 1: them against anything that might float. The time was near.
Speaker 1: He knew that only Lady Luck could save any of them.
Speaker 1: Now the ship, his ship, was lost. The storm battled
Speaker 1: the sailors as they tried to tie themselves against the
Speaker 1: plastic fish cakes, Desperate for a life craft of any description.
Speaker 1: Finn's fingers, numbed by the shooting rain, fumbled with the knots.
Speaker 1: Fuck it, fuck it, this is not the time not
Speaker 1: to be able to tie knots again. His fingers fumbled
Speaker 1: the rope, dropping it. For a moment, it seemed like
Speaker 1: the storm abated. Maybe it was his imagination. Maybe it
Speaker 1: was the panic, the fear coursing through his body. Maybe
Speaker 1: he was already dead he just hadn't realized. But somewhere
Speaker 1: in the new background, a new noise, one he didn't recognize,
Speaker 1: the sound of velvet sliding over silk. He couldn't see
Speaker 1: anything for this damned rain, But there was something else there,
Speaker 1: something hidden behind the veil of rain. He couldn't see
Speaker 1: or couldn't understand what he saw. Without warning, there was
Speaker 1: a snap at his chest as he was yanked back
Speaker 1: against the bulkhead. His head slammed hard against it, dazing
Speaker 1: him badly. Unable to focus, to concentrate, to think. He
Speaker 1: felt something tightening around his chest, forcing him to breathe
Speaker 1: in short gasps, panicking furiously. A cloth of some description
Speaker 1: slid over his face, breathing in the fumes that reaped
Speaker 1: through whatever material. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Speaker 1: He struggled to keep his eyes open as they forced
Speaker 1: themselves shut. Not now, no, please God, not now. Finn
Speaker 1: slumped to the deck hard. As the cracking of the
Speaker 1: timbers grew louder and louder. The breally amtool killed the badly,
Speaker 1: her timbers shattering as the storm dealt his fatal blows.
Speaker 1: Taking their chances in the sea. Rather than me insult
Speaker 1: into the oblivion by the sinking ship, the deck mates
Speaker 1: deserted the brill limb too for the last time. Large
Speaker 1: ripples danced across the sea, a fitting memorial for the
Speaker 1: ship that was lost. As those ripples drifted into the
Speaker 1: depths of the sea. Following the corpse of the ship,
Speaker 1: into the darkness of the ocean, the storm abated, stated
Speaker 1: as suddenly as she started her passion, her anger exhausted.
Speaker 1: Fish Cakes in the deckhands drifted at the wheel of
Speaker 1: the oceans summer. In the ripples, the partial nameplate, broken
Speaker 1: by the anger of the storm, floated the words Brillium,
Speaker 1: just visible within the water and somewhere in the depths
Speaker 1: and drifting in the darkness, the body of finnickin Burn
Speaker 1: was taken to that place that only sailors go. Over
Speaker 1: the coming weeks and months, tests often found solace on
Speaker 1: the beach, its seclusion, hidden away from other people, where
Speaker 1: the deep blue of the ocean gently caressed the golden
Speaker 1: sand so peacefully, perfectly protected from the storms out at sea.
Speaker 1: This was truly her sanctuary. Each tide seemed to move
Speaker 1: so gently over the sand, but lying the storms that
Speaker 1: lay far out at sea. That soft kiss of every tide,
Speaker 1: moving so slowly, the water climbing higher and higher, as
Speaker 1: if exploring the beach for the very first time. The
Speaker 1: moonlight danced to cross the water, and if she squinted
Speaker 1: her eyes just so, she might see a thousand sprites
Speaker 1: dancing across the tide, excited by their return to the
Speaker 1: beautiful beach, carrying tales of excitement and adventure, of exploration
Speaker 1: and discovery. The gentle whispers of the sea breeze moving
Speaker 1: up and down the beach, promising the pleasures of exotic adventures,
Speaker 1: gentle deep tones that seemed to resonate somewhere deep inside
Speaker 1: tests as if she hadn't heard the whispers, but just
Speaker 1: felt them echoed so deep inside every breath, seeming to
Speaker 1: take those whispers even deeper, like a lover's promise, It
Speaker 1: touches you in all the right places, and just grows
Speaker 1: with every breath, Exotic fragrances of the sea, hints of
Speaker 1: far away places, of a venture and discovery, teasing her imagination,
Speaker 1: stimulating her on a deeper level, so gentle, just strong
Speaker 1: enough that she could taste them. The passion of her
Speaker 1: fin was never far away. Her red hair, caressed by
Speaker 1: the wind, blew around her face as she walked along
Speaker 1: the beach, as if lost in her own self indulgent dream.
Speaker 1: This was her place to escape the stresses and strains
Speaker 1: of the day, a place where she could truly be
Speaker 1: alone with her thoughts and memories, And as she walks
Speaker 1: along the beach, immersing herself in the sensations of the
Speaker 1: soft sand, still warm from the afternoon sun, so gentle
Speaker 1: under her naked feet. The further she walks along the beach,
Speaker 1: the further she can leave the real world behind her.
Speaker 1: She had always loved the feeling of the sand between
Speaker 1: her toes. It takes her back to being a child again,
Speaker 1: of careless playing and dreams, stories of monsters and heroes,
Speaker 1: of running for endless hours along the beach, never wanting
Speaker 1: to leave even now, just feeling the caress of the
Speaker 1: sand between her toes takes her back to that time,
Speaker 1: a time before the pain and loss, a time before Finn.
Speaker 1: The sound of the sea whispering its delights and promises
Speaker 1: of pleasure. Finn had always said he was at one
Speaker 1: with the sea, and this close to the endless expanse
Speaker 1: of water, Tess could truly feel him again. Away from
Speaker 1: the maddening crowds and the noise. It was only near
Speaker 1: water she felt like she was back with him. As
Speaker 1: she reached a small inlet, the tide washing gently over
Speaker 1: the sand. She turns back to face the sea, to
Speaker 1: immerse in its song and close her eyes. One more moment,
Speaker 1: she whispered in quiet prayer, one moment to say all
Speaker 1: the things she could have said instead of arguing. One
Speaker 1: moment if she knew she would never have another moment
Speaker 1: with Finn again. Her tears stung at her eyes as
Speaker 1: she lay down on the sand. It's all too familiar,
Speaker 1: soft caress embracing her. Tess closed her eyes once more,
Speaker 1: the tide gently washing around her feet, caressing her slowly,
Speaker 1: the rise and fall of her chest falling in symphony
Speaker 1: with the tide. The sea pressed higher, inch by inch,
Speaker 1: moving up her legs, her skin gently, throbbing with a
Speaker 1: warm passion. As the kiss of the sea pushed along
Speaker 1: her thighs. Thin she moaned gently, the voice of the
Speaker 1: sea groaning its reply. She could remember the whisper of
Speaker 1: his breath, the caress of his beard, the tormenting temptation
Speaker 1: of his tongue as the waves moved higher, forcing her
Speaker 1: to writhe in pleasure, her legs twisting as the water
Speaker 1: embraced her body, his gentle arms holding her close and safe.
Speaker 1: As she closed her eyes and surrendered to the simple
Speaker 1: pleasures of that sensation, the feeling of a thousand moonlight
Speaker 1: sprites danced so gently over her body, a warm tingle
Speaker 1: vibrating through every nerve as she submitted to the night.
Speaker 1: And here, at the end to the sea, she could
Speaker 1: feel herself in the embrace of a man once again,
Speaker 1: a man who was the love of her life, a
Speaker 1: man she thought she would grow old, with all the
Speaker 1: plans they had created torn from her grasp in one
Speaker 1: faithful night. But here and now, in this moment, she
Speaker 1: could feel it all again, Here in the embrace of
Speaker 1: sand and sea, in between the ripples of the tide.
Speaker 1: She can still see his dark eyes looking up at
Speaker 1: her thin, Please, she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks,
Speaker 1: Come to me as she let herself sink deeper and
Speaker 1: deeper into the waves, pulling her to him, remembering his touch,
Speaker 1: his kiss, his warmth, his passion moving over her body,
Speaker 1: that sensation all over again, as if it was right
Speaker 1: right now, rising through her legs, aching so deep inside,
Speaker 1: tensing that tide washing between her thighs, higher and higher,
Speaker 1: the height of his desire, pressing between her legs, so gentle,
Speaker 1: so sensual, his moist, warm breath, The tide moving higher,
Speaker 1: moving over her body, pushing against her sex. God, how
Speaker 1: she ache to feel him again, to be at one
Speaker 1: with him one more time. The rhythm of his hips
Speaker 1: as he pushed against her, throbbing, feeling his breath, his tongue,
Speaker 1: his lips upon her neck as he pushed his cock
Speaker 1: inside the tide. The heat, the pulsing burning inside, aching
Speaker 1: that heat growing inside her Finn, she cries, pressing her
Speaker 1: hips upward meet his thrusts, the tide seeming to respond,
Speaker 1: the hiss of the waves, whispering his words in her ear,
Speaker 1: crashing right against her clit, her body exploding in an orgasm,
Speaker 1: her thighs clutching together, her body arching in spasm, tears
Speaker 1: streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the sea spray, that salt,
Speaker 1: he taste on her lips. More memories flooding back of
Speaker 1: those moments they had shed, wild times, fun times, the
Speaker 1: memory of his taste there on her lips, her tongue,
Speaker 1: her throat, the warm feasing between her lips. God, how
Speaker 1: she loved that, so intimate, so personal, so thin. For
Speaker 1: that moment, it was just her and him once more,
Speaker 1: nothing and no one else in the world mattered, as
Speaker 1: if they were once again into just her and him,
Speaker 1: a shared connection and energy she had never known with
Speaker 1: anyone else, And all that time he was out to sea,
Speaker 1: she could feel him. No matter how far he went,
Speaker 1: she always felt him with her, his warmth, his protection,
Speaker 1: his support, his undying love. But the only place she
Speaker 1: could feel that now was here and the tide. She
Speaker 1: wondered if probably she had lost her mind and she
Speaker 1: just didn't realize it. But given the choice between sanity
Speaker 1: or reliving those moments again, sanity was always going to lose.
Speaker 1: Like every night, the tide wrapped its warmth around her,
Speaker 1: his arms embracing her once more, closing her eyes and
Speaker 1: surrendering to the glow that veiled her body, never wanting
Speaker 1: to be far from the sea, Far from Finn, I'm coming.
Speaker 1: The words of the sea echoed in her mind, and
Speaker 1: for a moment, Tess wondered if she had really heard
Speaker 1: the words or just imagine them. Well, I hope you
Speaker 1: enjoyed part one of our story. Next week part two.
Speaker 1: So what's going on? Was Finn lost to see what's
Speaker 1: happening with Tess? Has she lost her mind? Well, you're
Speaker 1: just going to have to tune in next week to
Speaker 1: find out. And it does start getting a little darker,
Speaker 1: shall we say? So until next week and we can
Speaker 1: get wild in bed all over again. And this is
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