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enjoy Tonight's story. This week on Wild in Bed, part
two of our paranormal erotic fantasy The Gorgan's Mirror. Laura's
boyfriend is dead. But how was it this strange mirror?
Was it Laura or was it something else? Completely and
so many questions and no answers to be had anywhere
When the focus of the investigating detective turns on Laura,
is he just interested in cracking the case? Or is
there something else he has in mind? High as Devlin
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you listen to my voice and feel the story moving
through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The flashing
lights of the emergency vehicles lit up Laura's sitting room
as people in various official uniforms entered and left her apartment.
There was noise, voices, questions, all of which she answered calmly, coldly, coldly.
The thought occupied her mind. Should she have had some emotion?
Shouldn't there have been some tears? But why would there be?
She was little more than a masturbation machine to him,
and he was quickly becoming an irritation to her. Still,
he was a human being that had died in the
bed next to her. Now you are free, a voice
whispered inside her head. He was only dragging you down
or holding back the real Laura. Confused, Laura looked around
the apartment. There was no one speaking to her. There
was nowhere for this voice to come. It must have
just been a figment of her imagination, she decided, probably
an after effect from the lack of sleep. Detective Andino,
who she presumed as in charge, walked over to her,
thrusting a plastic bag of blue pills under her nose.
Have you ever seen these before? He asked bristly. Laura
looked at the bag containing the strange pills, her eyes
a mask of confusion. No, what are they, she said,
as her gaze met the detectives. I suspect the viagra,
he said, placing the pills into one of their evidence
bags before marking it. Lots of bodybuilders use them to
enhance their performance in the gyms as well as in
other areas. He continued, his words, drifting from his lips
as if they were just throwaway comments. What other areas?
Laura found herself wondering. Passing the evidence back to another cop,
he barked, give us a minute as he took out
his notebook, great more questions. Laura was beginning to realize
how empty their relationship had been. She hadn't even known
his family name. For God's sake, the various uniform bodies
filed out of the room, closing the door behind them
the detective's side as he sat opposite her, his gold
and warm eyes holding Laura's for a moment before he spoke.
I have to ask this, he said, his face full
of concern. Did your boyfriend enjoy rough anal play? Laura's
eyes widened the question her mind gripped with shocked for
a long moment, is shaking her head? She managed and muffled. No.
Was this the way detectives came on toymen ask about
their dead partner's sexual preferences. There was no doubt he
was attractive, but Laura really didn't think this was the
moment to be seducing her. Why do you ask? She managed?
I can't say for sure, but his rector passage is
very stretched, as if it had been repeatedly aggressively abused. Confused,
Laura could only ask, is that what killed him? No? Well,
I don't know. The autopsy will confer on whatever killed him.
Between you and me, it was probably an ode of viagra,
caused a heart attack or something, Detective Vandino said, his
eyes dropping suddenly. I'm sorry about your loss, he continued,
reaching inside his jacket pocket. If you need anything, give
me a call, he said, as he passed Laura his card,
taking it from his hand. Their fingers brushed each other's,
and a faint sense of electricity passed through Laura's body,
their gazes lingered on each other's a little longer than
was needed, Laura found herself brushing her tongue over her
lips automatically, Well, I better get back to the station.
This is going to be a lengthy report. Instead, standing
and opening the sitting room door, and the rest of
the uniformed people seemed to have already left. The apartment
was empty apart from the two of them. Walking along
the passageway, he stopped outside her bedroom door, turning and
looking at Laura with a burning intensity before he said,
I noticed your mirror. It's beautiful. How old is it?
Caught a little off guard by the question, Laura just stared,
transfixed into his gaze for the longest moment before saying,
around five hundred years old, and you keep it in
your apartment? Is that safe? He asked, looking mildly amused
by the idea. Oh, it's not staying. It was just
an admin error. I'm an antiques agent. Laura responded that
if anything did happen to the mirror. Whatever she said
now might come back to haunt her. Well, it's beautiful.
I have a thing for antiques, the detective said, moving
toward the main door. Stepping through, he said, call me
if you need anything, Laura, as says sea gaze veiled
his eyes. Laura simply responded with I will, thank you,
and as she watched the detective walk away, for some reason,
her gaze was drawn to his ass, which was barely
visible beneath his jacket. Closing the door, she leaned back
against it. Her apartment was her space again, she thought,
sighing deeply. And what the FuG was wrong with her?
She wondered. She obviously didn't care matter, just died in
her bedroom. Even worse, from somewhere inside her ledger's thoughts
had arisen about the detective. She didn't know if he
felt that buzz, but something about that man had made
her panties burn with desire. Laura walked back into her
bedroom and sat on the end of the bed, staring
into the mirror. Matt had a stretched anus, she wondered,
And the viagra Was it really for bodybuilding? Was it
just so he could fuck her? Was she that ugly
he needed? Viagra to get a hard on with her.
It would explain why he always funked her. On the
way to the gym. Lost and confused by everything, she
stared blankly at her misted image in the mirror, trying
to make sense of it all. Somewhere behind the mist,
there was a faint twinkle of light, almost like a
distant starlight. The mists seemed to be moving gently, shaking
her head. The lack of sleep was obviously playing heavily
on her mind. She had been awake since three a m.
And it was gone nine. Now. The mist was shifting dreamily.
The light seemed to be growing, spreading over the mirror.
Somewhere in the mist, she could see a man, not
the man she saw last night. This man was bigger.
The face of the man came briefly into view. It
was Mat. Norah held her hand up to her mouth
to suppress a gasp. She must be imagining this, This
must be the consequences of a guilty conscience. Two men
equally broad as Matt appeared next to him, but she
didn't recognize him. It was like watching a scene of
a show play out on her very own TV. As
the men moved around Matt, their hands moving over his
chest and down over his defined abs. Transfixed, Laura could
not tear her eyes away from what unfolded before her.
Matt moaned loudly as a man with dark hair caressed
his growing cock, stroking it slowly. Matt pushed his hips forward,
thrusting into the man's grip, his face a mask of pleasure.
The other man, who had a shock of white hair,
moved behind him, pushing his hands firmly over his back,
forcing him to bend ford. The white haired man grasped
Matt's ass cheeks and part them aggressively, his fingers sliding
between them, probing, thrusting into Matt's rosette. The grooms leaving
Matt's lips were undefinable, guttural, animalistic, needy, lust dripping from
every sound. This wasn't the Mat that Laura knew. This
was a submissive mat, male whorer. The first man stepped
toward Matt, running his fingers through his short hair. He
pulled his head up aggressively, forcing Matt's mouth wide open.
Matt begged please as a man's impressive erection danced over
his lips. Holding his head still. The man was obviously
resisting Matt's desperate desire to take him in his Mouthfully,
the white haired man massaged his own cock before pressing
it between Matt's cheeks and then holding himself still from
the tension in his body. Laura could see that Matt
was trying to impale himself to push himself back on
this outstretched cock, but the man's muscular arms resisted his movement.
Mat moaned in frustration, his cock already dripping pre come
from the anticipation. Laura suddenly realized she was holding her breath,
her fingers pinching her tak nipples through her shirt. She
had never even considered watching two men together might be sexy,
but god, her pussy was positively throbbing right now. There
seemed to be a nod of agreement between the two
strange men, and then both of them thrust forward in
perfect time, lifting Matt on to the tips of his toes.
Repeatedly they pounded into him. Matt reached underneath and grasped
his own weeping cock, stroking it viciously. His muffled groans
echoed from the mirror. Laura's hands slipped between her thighs,
pressing at a thropping clip through herself, pressing at her
throbbing clip through the soft material of her pajamas. She
hadn't realized how wet she was. It was dripping through
the material, Matching the rhythm of the three men. Laura
strode her clit aggressively, her thighs tensing around her hand.
She rised on the bed. The men's movements were almost
hypnotic as they thrust in and out of mat. Laura's
core clutched at her fingers as they pushed inside her panti's.
Her lips stretched around her fingers. Her body hummed with pleasure,
her hips rose to meet the thrusts as her hand
pounded at her pussy. Oh fuck, she cried as the
three men tense and unison, Matt's hard cock streaming a
wave of coume across his stomach. Closing her eyes, Laura
fell back on the bed. What the fuck had just happened?
What was that all about? She had never even thought
about men having sex, but watching this sreesome had affected
her in a way that was so deeply erotic. Who's there?
She asked, more than a little disturbed, though she wasn't alone,
having just enjoyed an intense orcasm. Sitting up in the bed,
she stared blankly at the mirror. The mists moved again
to reveal the golden eyes and chiseled jewel from the
previous night. Oh is you? What do you mean? The truth?
She asked hastily. You asked what Matt had been doing,
and the mirror showed you you mean Matt was gay? Yes,
but he would rather pretend to be a straight man.
So what about me? Why am I being like this?
Why the heck am I attracted to that detective when
my boyfriend's lying dead? She asked, her voice bordering on irritation.
The eyes vanished back into the mists silently as it
danced over the mirror, all Laura could see was her
face staring back at her. After a long minute, the
mists moved again and Laura could see her forebody well.
She assumed it was her body, as it did have
her head on top, but it was more cavacious, subtly,
more sensual. There was something else she couldn't quite place it,
a look in her eyes that sparked a feeling of
self confidence. More determined. Watching her reflection move in the mirror,
she slowly dropped her close to the grounds. Fascinated, she
stared at the lingery that adorned her reflected body, the
way the pearl white underwear caressed her skin, flattering her
so sensually. Her shoulders were up and proud. She was
a woman who would not be downtrodden, and yet she
was so feminine, so beautiful. She moved in the mirror,
not with the familiar gait of apologetic motion, but with
the stalking proud that made the area her own. Watching herself,
she could see she was so truly beautiful. Her body
glowed with the presence of her inner confidence. She was
Laura as she knew she was deep inside. The tendrils
on the mirror frame started to glow with a gentle
plush of passion. Before they writhed, they pushed into the reflection.
The mists parted in the mirror, and clearly Laura could
see the face of Detective and Dino, his dark eyes
flamed by passion, the tendrils moving around him, embracing him,
stripping him naked. His body was strong and naturally defined.
The tendrils moved along his legs and ankles, pulling him
back onto the reflection of her bed unresisting. He lay
on the bed as the tendrils secured him, holding him
firmly against the mattress. His body moved against Ata, not
out of panic or fear, or even resistance, but the
movement of a man who was consumed by his own desire.
Her reflection moved slowly and deliberately around the bed, her
fingertips caressing the bedding as she neared him, watching the
detective and occasionally turning to look out of the mirror
toward Laura, as if inviting her inside. As her fingers
discovered the soft flesh on the inside of his thighs,
the needy moan that resonated from his lips seemed to
vibrate gently between Laura's thighs, a caress of temptation that
beckoned her to join him. Her fingers lingered around the
base of his erection, circling his balls, slowly grinning as
his hips raised, desperate for contact, his heart on stretching
with desire, the skin along his shaft pulling tight, his
head glowing with a heat of lust, not just for
the fleeting moment of an orgasm, but for the pleasure
her touch promise there was infinitely more intoxicating Laura a
bit tightly on her lip as she watched the finger
gently caress the length of his shaft, the trembling movements
of his erection mirrored by the vibrations gently pulsing inside
her sex, his moans turning to growls of animalistic desire
as she circled the tip of his cock, her fingernails
teasing his slit gently, his body consumed in fustrated raptures
of pleasure, his hips thrust skyward again, his first glistening
glow of desire decorated the head of his cock. Watching
the finger traced down his shaft, Laura almost fell forward
off the end of the bed as her eyes could
not tear away. Circling his balls slowly, he vanished between
his thighs, the hidden, forceful intimate caress forcing a guttural
moan that echoed from his chest. Lifting the finger, she
caressed the pre come from his tip, wiping it over
the ruby colored lipstick that adorned her mouth, a color
Laura had never been brave enough to try. She gently
suck the glistening bead from her finger before lowering her head,
tracing her tongue along the underneath of his shaft, His
feet pressed into the mattress with frustrated desire, his body
trembling visibly as a tip of her tongue forcibly traced
a line over the crease of his tight balls. Grinning
her reflection turned to face Laura before winking and slowly
kissing along his erection, the mark of her lipstick tracing
a smudged line along his length, easing her lips gently
over his tip. His secured hands gripped the mattress tightly
in anticipation, his body frozen, awaiting the onslaught of pleasure.
Sliding her lips slowly down, Laura could feel the movement
of her tongue embracing that tip, exploring his shaft as
she felt it throbbing in her mouth. Her reflected hand
slid back between his thighs, moving intensely with a gentle
thrusting motion, as her head slid up and down his erection,
taking him deep into her throat. His body pressed down,
his hands gripping the tendrils, struggling with the intensity of
the sensations moving through his body. Suddenly, she stopped, taking
her mouth from his cock. The red smear of her
lipstick adorning every inch of his erection. Moving on to
the bed, her reflection turned to look directly at Laura.
Then gazes burrowed furiously into each other's. Taking his cock
in her hand, she rubbed the head of it against
her exposed clit. Her reflection mowed loudly as she rubbed
her pussy along his cock, her gaze never leaving Lorus.
Laura's hand pushed inside her panties, her fingers probing inside
her sex, pressing his cock between her faults. She lowered
herself on to him, watching the delicately blushed lips stretch
around his shaft. Her own pussy responded with sympathetic sensations.
She could damn well feel it, stretching to accommodate his
beautiful cock. As her reflection's hips rose up and down,
the cock glistening with pleasure, She could feel his cock
head pressing along the inside of her pussy. Her clid exposed,
her reflection reached down as her gaze held Laurus, each
of them stroking their pink, swollen nuves in perfect unison,
matching her reflections movements. Laura grasped her breasts, squeezing them tightly.
Electricity pummeling her body as she raised her hips up
and down furiously. Suddenly her body tensed, the shot of
pleasure consuming every sense. The orgasm grasped every cylinder body,
her fingers, her toes curling tightly, before that split second
when it released and collapsed down through her body. Ah fuck,
Laura cried, watching her reflection share the same experience. Her
breathing slowed, returning to normal. The mist returned and the
images faded somewhere in the distance. The golden eyes returned
through the mist. Unable to speak, Laura just saw to herself.
Was that the truth? Yes, that is the passion that
lives inside you, the laury you deny, and yet you
would be so much happier if you just released her.
Laura's wet hair dropped in front of her eye, Yes,
beads of sweat dripping over her forehead. Looking up through
the strands, she tried to gather the strength to respond
as her phone suddenly sparked to life, the ring tone
echoing around her apartment. Holding her breath for a moment
to compose herself before answering, she managed to strangle Hi.
Good evening. Laura is detective Andino I need to go
through a couple of things with you. Are you free
now evening? What time is it? What the fuck has
happened to her day? Laura glanced at the clock on
her nightstand. Six o nine p m. Sure, she said,
and give me thirty minutes to clean up, Looking back
at the mirror for a suggestion of what to do next,
the mist had returned. The eye's now gone. Laura's shoulders
slumped as she thought about her recent discovery on what
the true Laura might actually be like. So, I wasn't
planning on a part three originally, but I got so
many suggestions. Wow, I just had to make it three
parts to fit them all in. And so if you've
made a suggestion, you haven't heard it yet, it's going
to be in part three. Sh don't tell anybody so
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