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episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
passionate prose, and fingerlicking good fantasies. You know this podcast
is best enjoyed laying on your bed. You might want
to loosen any clothing or maybe completely naked as you
surrender to my voice and give yourself permission to enjoy
every word, every sound, every touch as if it was
really happening to you right now. For the next thirty
minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This
is your time, your time to relax, your time to
let your inhibitions go, your time for sensuous pleasure. As
you close your eyes and take a deep breath and
just hold it for a moment and let it go
with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week
go as you listen to my words and hear my
voice moving over and inside your body as you surrender
to this week's story, ignoring the stings of brambles, I
push heavily through the undergrowth. The pain of the thorns
against my flesh, nothing is compared to what is aching
inside my heart. Why, for fuck's sake, why when I
scream my head looking up at the sky, tears burning
my cheeks, dragging myself up the embankment, with the moonlight
giving me something to guide me, and like a moth
to the flame. As I returned to the one place
I've always gone to think, the place where it all started,
Not caring that I'm still in a three hundred dollar
business suit, I plow through the mud, my shoes ruined,
my skirt ripped on the side, No hands to help me,
no words to comfort me, never again. As I reached
the wall, I angrily hurled my bag at the ground,
the full moon blurred by the tears flooding mercilessly from
my eyes. You fucking promised, you promised to come back,
both of you. My voiced hoarse from crying, I spin
around with my arms outstretched somehow, hoping they can hear
me always and forever. You said, lies, oh lies, And
I U d not a hundred yards from the base.
How did no one not see them? Planting it. How, how,
just fucking how? As I sit on the stone, our stone,
my arms tighten around me, as I raised my knees
up to my chest, remembering that last night, the night
I had become an adult by time and a woman
by the touch of those two men. I couldn't choose
between them, How could anyone? Both of them fueled my
passion in so many ways. In some ways they were
chalking cheese, But together there were more than any man
I have ever met. And on that night, when we
consummated our relationships, the three of us together, melting as
one in perfect union, I new love, then a new passion, lust,
deep satisfaction. They promised me forever. But now that has
all been taking away from me. Please come back, Please,
my God, I need you, I need you both. My
voice is barely recognizable through the hill of tears. I
can't go home. It's our home, us three, nothing but
walls full of memories, broken promises and pain. Now motionless,
my heart in my throat, I don't move, my body,
numb as I wait for an answer, as I wait
for any fucking thing. Minutes maybe hours drift by the
moon glares at me, cold and unfeeling as a crisp
night air begins to bite hard onto my skin. What
happened to worry is always coming back here? Tell me,
fucking tell me that was obviously bullshit. My screams echoed
along the tree line. Not a sound, not a whisper
in response, nothing to acknowledge the pain I feel right now.
For the first time in my life, I have no one,
not a single soul. I am completely alone, completely hopeless.
The memories of that last night flooded my mind, the
stories of how this place, this place where I gave
them my innocence, this place where they told me people
could always return to even after they'd lost their lives,
the lies I'd believed, the romantic notions that were nothing
but promises. In the dark, alone and desperate, I searched
the clearing for an indication, a hint, a hope that
they are here. With the stabbing pain in my chest unyielding,
I'm struggling to catch my breath as the first stages
of a panic attack take me back to when Dad died,
to when Mum died. At least then I had the
twins to lean on. I had hope, someone to talk to,
someone to ease the heartache. Now there's no one Through
the veil of panic, I scrabble for thoughts. I have
to calm down, otherwise this will be my last resting place.
But then again, that might not be a bad thing.
At least I might have another chance to be with them.
Grabbing my bag, I open the inner zip pocket and
remove one of the joints that I keep tucked away
for stress at work. I lift it between my lips,
click the lighter to life, and breathe deep until the
end of the filter paper crackles with an orange glow.
After a long deep drag, I hold my breath for
a moment, just long enough to give it time to circulate.
Already the pain in my chest begins to subside. I
slowly finish the entire joint, letting the weed do its work,
letting my thoughts ease as much as they possibly can,
and allowing the panic to subside. Still unable to think
about now, tomorrow, or anything else, as if my mind
had been barricaded by its own stone wall, all I
can do is think, why why did you two go?
Why did you leave me? The moon baths are clearing
in a silvery glow, framing the center of the fireplace.
In a cold, emotionless light, the night air bites even deeper,
causing me to shiver violently. I reach into my bag
and pull out a set of notes from work earlier.
As I scrunch a few up, I press the flame
of the lighter against them. The amber glow that dances
across the paper affords me that first hint of warmth,
easing my shivers. Desperately trying to remember how the Twins
had laid a fire, I grab any loose bits of
dry twigs I can find and pile them slowly on
the glowing pile of papers. Gradually, the flames spread and
flicker across the twigs, hardly as impressive as the fires
I'd seen the Twins numerous times, but it was still warmth.
With my back against a stone, I huddle on the
ground and bring my knees back up to my chest,
with my thoughts lost in the gently dancing flames, my
mind empty of anything but pain and agony and sadness.
Although my eyes are stinging and dry from hours of
crying from somewhere, another flood of tears cascades down my cheeks. Left, ye,
you left me those a few when you said you
never would. My voice cracks with desperate pain and loneliness.
As the fire crackles and grows, the shadows dancing around me,
circling me, thankful for the heat, however small. A nightwind
picks up. Suddenly the trees begin to howl in empathy
with my pain. Their resonant song somehow reminded me of
that stupid drum beat that Crisp played. The dull, throbbing
sound echoing around the clearing, with the wound, moving the
trees as if they were swaying in time with the
eerie dance of the fire. Somewhere in the distance, a
crack of thunder warns of a coming storm. Strangely, the
fire responds to the thunder and bursts into life, impossibly
intense given the amount of twigs I've put on it.
Mesmerized by the dance of the flames, the distant sounds
of drums, there's surely just a figment of my imagination.
It's as if the shadows are encompassing me, holding me.
A whisper of the wind blows across my face. Suddenly
I can feel my sanity vanishing into the void of anxiety.
The fantasy of my imagination, removing any semblance of reality.
The flames dance higher, more aggressively, as if trying to
burst out from the confines of the fire, or try
to escape whatever prison they are trapped in. Shadows move
ominously around the circle, coming to life from the life
giving warmth of the flames. All the time, the drums
become louder, closer, the wind stronger, warmer, another breeze, another whisper, stronger, louder, closer, weir.
The words echo, as if caught in some endless tunnel,
or trapped in some far off well of despair. Edging
back into the stone, unnerved and anxious by the drama
unfolding around me, I search around the clearing for signs
of life, A warm shiver lifting up my spine and
the hair on my neck. Standing at attention, who's sir?
I cry out, trembling, goosebumps peppering my skin, vulnerability dripping
from every word. The wind whispers, the warm breeze caresses
my face like a warm palm, gently wiping my tears away.
I stand bolt upright in full panic and grab myself
home from my bag, while looking around hurriedly, stress and
fear and panic oozing from every pore. Whoever the fuck
you are. I'm cooling the cops, holding up my phone
to show I'm serious. It's screenlight glowing in the dark
of the night. I and on my heel to look
all around me. I really am going mad. My senses
are all over the map, and mine can't handle all
the pain. A wind blows the shadows around me, and
it feels like a warm glow, holding me for a moment,
wind whispering shadows engulfing me, holding me as the strength
of the wind pushes against my face and presses the
shadows against me. I close my eyes and succumbed to
the will of the shadows, feeling my cheek press hard
against a firm chest, listening to the gentle beat of
a heart in time with the drums. Slowly, quietly, but
there I can feel it, a body firmly pressed against me,
my rock when everything else goes wrong, another crack of thunder. Strangely,
the wind starts blowing in two directions at once, pressing
a shadow behind me, strong arms holding me, comforting me,
the press of biceps against me, holding me close, never
letting me go. A moist breeze caresses my neck, in
lighting a second set of goosebumps across my body. A
submissive moan drops from my lips. I need you, don't go,
I whisper. The tandem breezes blow around me, overlapping, gentle
and sensuous. This shadow at the front of my body
presses hard against every inch of me. The unmistakable sensation
of a throbbing erection pushes hungrily into my belly. The
drum beats become quicker, louder, closer with every passing second.
That urge and pressure, that unnatural desire, pushes from behind me,
swelling against my ass. The wind whips around me, quickly,
deezing at my most sensitive ring and pushing gently inside, probing, exploring,
swelling inside of me. It forces a loud moan from
somewhere deep inside. The wet lips of my pussy stretches.
The undeniable girth of passion pushes deep inside of me, thrusting, pushing, pulsing, fucking,
Oh Jesus Christ, Yes, imperfect union. The throbbing shadow behind
me pushes into my ass unforgivingly, harshly. It thrusts harder
and harder, deeper, almost punishing. I pussy and my ass
are full with top throbbing lust and two thick, warm cocks.
Another breeze whips angrily at my clead, the sting replaced
by the long gusts of wind, licking, tasting, sucking. Another
strong breeze circles my nipples, biting them, sucking them so
hard they ache, and forcing electricity burning through my body.
Orm breezes press onto my lips and tease at my
tongue with long, deep lashes, caressing my neck, whipping it gently.
My body clutches with lustful need, trying to hold back
the orgasm that is already flooding over my body. My
clip throbs relentlessly as the breeze licks at it, stinging
it and then soothing with long, slow caresses. The swelling
inside me pushes at my core, threatening to explode, as
my body tenses in anticipation, in lust, in love, in
absolute bliss, as my orgasm explodes hungrily Forcily, my body
grasping at the throbbing desire inside as it explodes in
my ass, in my pussy, feeding my entire lower body
with the hot threads of thick come. I clapsed back
against a stone and opened my eyes to the silvery
glow of the moon, etching the images of Richard and
Chris onto the shadows, the flames of the fire dancing
over them, filling their images with a passionate glow. You
came back. A gentle pressure pushes on my chest, as
if a hand was being placed on my heart. We
never left, always here, the unspoken words just seemed to
appear in my mind. Sliding down the stone to sit
on the ground, the shadows engulfed me more a warm embrace, protecting, safe, loving.
Slowly reality dawns in my mind. Do I have to
come up here every time I want to see you?
Hoping for all that I am worth that the answer
is no. Somehow I already know. Suddenly a stone drops
from the top of the wall into the fire, cracking
with the heat to night. You rest here, You will
be safe with us. Tomorrow morning you can check that stone.
It's a present. Hm hm. Sleep steals over me, not
wanting this to end. For the first time in four years,
I feel relaxed as I surrender to the desire of
sleep that invades every cell. The sweet songs of birds
awaken me in the bright morning sun. There are no drums,
no shadows, and the fire is burned down to a
few smoldering twigs. Wondering for a moment if last night
was just a wild dream induced by my need and
a more than ample dose of weed. Confused, I lift
myself from the ground. The early morning sun caresses my
face as I stand up to walk to the dying
embers of the fire. The stone that fell into the
fire last night still pulsates with an amber glow. Poking
it with a stray branch from the ground, it shatters
into dust. One golden glass like shard sits on top
of the remains of the stone. No breeze, no whisper,
just a thought, an intuition in my head, nervously touching
the gold and shard just with my fingertip, expecting it
to see my skin pulling back as soon as I
touch it in nervous reaction. The gentle warmth of its
glistening surface prizes me holding my breath. I must at
all the courage I can, and grasp it firmly, pulling
it from the smoldering embers, its warm, loving glows spreading
over my hands, my arms. The constant tension I have
felt for the past four years subsides. Putting it up
into the morning sunlight, it glimmers with an inner glow,
as if a light no two lights next to each
other were shining inside. We are here always and forever.
The thought appears not in my head, but in my heart,
impermeates my whole body. Eventually, returning home, my bag falls
heavily on the floor. As I walked through to my kitchen,
A dull thud reminded me of all the things I
would have emptied out of eat years ago. My twinge
of loneliness moves over me as I hear my footsteps
across the wooden floor, their echo reminding me that it
is only me here now. Grabbing a bottle of water
from my refrigerator, I drink heavily, quenching the dehydration that
has burned at my throat this morning. With the bottle
already half empty, a rush of light headedness forces me
onto a barstall at my breakfast bar. The need for
stability in this whirlpool of insanity too strong to bear anymore.
For a moment, I study the bottle of clear water,
desperate to cling to whatever sanity I have left am
I to be cursed with the pain of insanity as
well as a stabbing ache of anxiety, not knowing where
reality ends, and my dream like fantasies begin. Resisting the
urge to start another joint, fearing it might take me
into a strom of madness and a life lived out
in fantasy. I toy you with the one material thing
from last night, the one real thing, the stone that
sits in my pocket. Building up the courage to look
at it again, I take a deep breath, studying it
for a moment. It is glossy surface, reflecting gold warm
light around my small kitchen. That glow seems to fill
the whole room, noting for the first time that it
is shaped like a tear drop. I fight the urge
to cry again, my eyes still sting from all the
tears that I have cried over the past twenty four hours.
I don't think I have anything left to cry with. Slowly, gently,
a warmth emanates from the stone, spreading through my whole body,
the feeling of desperate, despair and loneliness subsiding with the
wave of loving warmth. I close my eyes to submit
to the feeling moving across my body. As I opened
them again. The sunlight is captured beautifully by the stone,
refracting it across every surface, the golden rainbow pushing shadows
around me, embracing me. We are here, always, forever confused
and lost. The shadows move closer around me, tightening their
warm grasp on me, filling me with love and security
as they press along my body, transforming into the bodies.
I need the men. I love the desires that satisfy
me endlessly. Hmm, Well, I hope that's got you in
the motor a little sensuous fun. So until next time,
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
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