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it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed.
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Speaker 2: For the next time. Forty minutes or so, it's just
you in my voice. This is your time, Your time
to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to
release that in a woman as you listen to my
voice and feel the story moving through your body as
you enjoy tonight's show. And Jane stood on the beach
letting the warm sensation of the sun kiss sand caress
her feet as a tide washed in it brought a
welcome brush of cold, clean ocean water over her feet,
somehow making the whole experience more surreal and sensuous. Looking
at her phone for at least one hundredth time in
two days, she reread the email confirming that the payment
of ten thousand dollars had been made into her account. Mentally,
she had to pinch herself again. Less than a week ago,
she was trying to negotiate with her landlord over her
unpaid rent under threat of eviction. Now, as she was
stood on a tropical island, were ten thousand dollars in
the bank and enjoying a rather nice alcoholic drink. Looking
out to the distant horizon, she found a mind drifting
back to when she first read the advert online broad
minded artist muse needed for Caribbean vacation. Wanted for companionship
and inspiration only ten thousand dollars payable in advance. It
had seemed fairly innocent at the time, although that could
have been helped by the margueritas lined up on the
bar and the council of her best friend Louis who
was admittedly a lot wilder than she was. But here
she was awaiting the arrival of this artist and to
find out exactly what she had gotten herself into. Finding
a large rock to sit on, to enjoy the view
and relax with possibly the most impulsive choice of her life.
Lost in the ebb and flow of the tide and
the gentle caress of the sun, it might have been
minutes or maybe hours that passed before she heard a
deep voice speaking gently in her ear. Jane, I presume
his voice jolted her back into reality. Dan this soft sand,
she hadn't even heard him approach. Turning, she would have
fallen off the rock had he not had the lightning
reflexes to grab her hand, holding her securely with his strong,
long fingers as is sensuous lips spread into a broad smile.
How many of those of you had, he said, his
velvety undertones washing over her body, Just one, she muttered,
her eyes falling upon the most sparkly blue eyes she
had ever seen. He had such a sensuous feel to
his eyes she had to resist her to gasp. His
smile broadened, accentuated by the stubby beard around his jewel line.
After he helped her from the rock, she drew herself
up to her full height, but she still had to
tip her head upward to look at his face, his
broad chest making it even more difficult to see him fully.
I'm Nick and I'm glad you could come, he said gently.
Would you like another drink as that one seems to
have spilled somewhat, Then we might have a chat about
what exactly will happen on this vacation. Still mesmerized by
his eyes, it was all Jane could do to nod.
Maybe another drink would help break whatever spell this was.
She followed obediently as he led her over the sand
toward the beach side barer. She didn't even hear what
he ordered for them both to drink, but from the
first sip she could tell it was decadent and intoxicating.
As they moved into a quiet seating area away from
the main bar, they made small talk about the journey
to the resort, how it was so different from her
city living lifestyle, until he finally said, so, let's talk
about this vacation. Jane still couldn't believe that she had
come all this way and didn't know the details of
what was expected of her, apart from companionship and inspiration.
He smiled as he said, you can leave any time
you like. Flights off the island are every day. If
you decide it's not for you, then we can shake hands.
You can keep the money and return home. If you
decide to stay, then I promise you in experience like
no other. He studied her for a moment before continuing,
I'm part of a group of artists who meet every
year for a week of creative inspiration. It largely involves
dancing around the fire, talking, telling stories. Mostly we have
muses with us, but not everyone. We like people to
bring a little more from the outside of our rather
confined world, to bring reality into it and keep us grounded.
He watched her again, obviously awaiting a response, and all
jancob manage was a feeble okay. Taking that as the
limit of a response, Nick continued, sometimes things can get
a little salacious. The art can become erotic and very physical.
He paused for a moment, his tongue caressing over his lips,
bringing carnal thoughts to life. They're spread like a wildfire
through a body. After the longest moment, he continued, You
won't be expected to join in anything like that. If
you want to, that is up to you. But for
the next week, I would like it if you just
immersed yourself in the creativity of the week and speak
as you see things, bring your experiences, your life into it.
I can leave any time, definitely, and I won't be
pushed into doing anything I don't want to, she muttered,
trying desperately to sound said and ignore the sensations moving
through a body and thoughts flickering through her mind. You
have my word, you have a return ticket, and it's open,
so you can use it anytime you want. Jane's mind
flickered back to the steel pack suitcase in a room.
Maybe it would just stay that way just in case.
Why not return to your room, shower and relax. It
will be a couple of hours before most of the
other artists arrive. Maybe I could pick you up about
seven and we could go to the opening night bonfire together.
It's only a time to relax and enjoy ourselves, nothing else.
It should also help make things a little clearer, and
the sunsets here are just something you don't want to miss.
Jane just nodded again before Nick took her hand gently
and led her back to the beachside hotel. When they
reach the foyer, he asked, which room are you in?
The question shocked Jane out of her stupor what the
hell was wrong with her? She was sure she was
drawling just by watching this man thirty six. She said, Wow,
that's lucky. He responded, I'm in thirty seven, means I
won't have any problems finding your room. Taking both their
key cards and thanking the receptionist, they walked down the
bright and spacious corridor to their rooms. As they reached
Jane's door, he slid the key card into the door
handle and opened the door with a flourish before saying,
I'm just next door if you have any questions. As
the door slid quietly shut behind Jane, she suddenly felt
free of his presence. Walking past the suitcase in the
middle of the room, she collapsed on the bed, staring
at her ceiling, trying to make sense of the past
hour of the past week. It must be jetlag, she
muttered to herself, I'm tired from the flight, completely ignoring
the fact that the flight had only been three hours
long and she had slept most of the way, She
comfort herself with her logic. None the less, the outcome
must have been way stronger than I thought, and with
the sea air, it must have made me so horrific,
she affirmed quietly, desperately to rationalize her strange behavior. With
this man taking a moment to enjoy the cool breeze
blowing through the open window, Jane couldn't help but drift
back to the image of his eyes that sparkle as
he watched her, the way his tongue danced over his
lips without warning. Jane felt a burst of a rousal
between her thighs. Her hands moved over her breast as
she imagined his tongue teasing around her nipples, taunting them
and dragging the edge of his teeth along them, pinching
one between forefinger and thumb. She felt the rush of
a rousal moving over her body, that sensation she had
long since forgotten. Pushing her feet into the mattress, she
lifted her pelvis up and lifted her skirt as her
rather hand dived between her thighs, her pelvis moving up
to meet her hand as she felt the cool sea
breeze caressing the white lace of her exposed panties, gasping
at the kiss of air. Her fingers found the edge
of her panties and dripping with desire, she pushed her
panties to one side, sliding her fingers along her folds,
her legs pushing down the hard on the mattress to
every movement of her fingers as she rubbed hard on
the clit, alternating between pinching it and rubbing furiously with
her fingers. In her mind's eye, she could see those
eyes looking up at her. She could feel those lips
sucking on her folds before his tongue flicked voraciously at
her clit, and then the sensation of those fingers thrusting
between her folds, massaging the walls of her pussy as
it clutched needily on them, her moans becoming louder with
every thrust, going from a gentle moan to a hoarse groan,
before the waves of pleasure embraced her fully and an
orgasm exploded in her core as she cried out loudly,
her eyes fixed on the gentle movement of the ceiling
fan as it circled above her. Shocked at her own
abandoned she closed her eyes The image flickered back to
life of his smiling lips as he lifted himself from
between her thighs, his trimmed beard glistening with her pleasure,
before he sank his mouth onto hers, and they indulged
in the taste of her satisfaction. Moaning gently with desire,
Jane drifted to sleep, with dreams of beaches and bonfires
and blue eyed artists fueling her desires. A loud knock
at the door woke her sharply. Rolling over, Jane looked
at the clock on the night stand. Seven pm. Shit,
she muttered. She'd only closed her eyes for a moment.
Give me five minutes, please, she cried out in panic.
She was never late for anything. Okay, come down to
the bonfire on the beach when you're ready. You can't
miss it, A muffled voice said from outside the door.
As she listened to Nick's footsteps disappeared down the corridor.
She collected her thoughts before rolling out of bed. As
she slipped her skirt off, the evening air kissed at
her thighs, highlighting the sensation of dampness of her earlier
orgasm that still caressed her soft skin. Already late her
shower was rushed, and she grabbed the first wraparound skirt
she could find in her suitcase, before choosing the shirt
next to it, along with fresh panties and bra It
wasn't exactly matching, but it would have to do. Smearing
a generous amount of coconut body lotion over her body
to cover any remaining fragrance, she slipped her feet into
her sandals and left the room, quickly trying to adjust
hair in the warm mounted mirrors as she walked down
the corridor. As she stepped through the sliding doors of
the hotel, she could already see the dancing tip of
the flames of the bonfire on the beach. The sound
of music resonated gently into the midnight air, a deep
vibrant sound that she could feel throbbing deep inside, as
if it was rousing some long forgotten animal within her.
From the patte at the front of the hotel, Jane
could just make out the water color of the sunset
beyond the fire. Nick had been right about one thing.
From what she could see, it was simply stunning. The
sky was ablaze with oranges, yellows, reds, and purples as
a veil of nights slowly descended over the sky. Not
wanting to break the magic of the scene in front
of her, Jane waited for a few moments before stepping
down the wooden steps that led to the beach. Even
through her sandals, she could feel the soft caress of
the sand cushioning every step, every step taking her closer
to the fire and into that music that resonated across
the sands. Eventually, she stood on the outskirts of the
circle of people gathered around the fire, watching them curiously.
For a moment. There were people playing various instruments, for
the sound that came through strongest was the sound of drums,
their throbbing beat pulsating through Jane's body, watching the bodies
move in time with the music, the flames of the
fire casting a golden hue over them. Men and women
ride at the command of the sounds, their silhouettes merging
into new carnal shapes in the backdrop of the fire.
Scanning the faces sat around the fire, she eventually found
Nick chatting in the small Nervously, she made her way
across the beach to him, his face lighting up standing
as he says, Hi, Jane, I'm so glad you could
make it, his hand, moving to offer her a receipt.
I was a little worried i'd put you off earlier,
he said, with his broad, easy smile spreading across his
face as he winked knowingly to her. Turning to the group,
he announced proudly, this is Jane, my muse for a
few days. Indicating to each person in turn, he said,
this is Mark, he's a tattooist. Gwynn here works as
a receptionist, but is an up and coming material artist.
Ron does beautiful things with clay, and last, but not least,
is Louise, who can paint the most beautiful scenery. An
anthem of various greetings emanated from the group, their faces
a pastiche of smiles in the firelight. As Jane sat down,
Mark and Gwynn excuse himself so they might dance. There
was just something about watching them dance in the firelight,
something so sensuous and passionate. Mesmerized by their movements, Jane
didn't notice when Nick returned with two drinks, oblivious to him,
putting one in her hand, A gentle throb began moving
through Jane her thighs, clenching gently, her core trembling with
a hitherto unknown desire. Nick leaned in closer and whispered,
this is all about relaxing for the week, letting go
of the outside. You feel free to dance if you want.
Jane just nodded, transfixed by the movements of the couple
in front of her. As she watched Glint slide her
hands over Mark's chest, loosening his shirt, she felt drawn
further into the dance. In response, his hand moved over
her breast, unbuttoning her shirt. The movement of her breast
in the firelight it just so erotic that Jane could
not help but moan, gently, squeezing her thighs together tightly,
her pussy clutching in perfect time with the music. Without
realizing it, Jane had started brushing the cold drink over
her reck nipples, moaning gently as the cold stimulated the
fire burning within them, her other hand dropping between her thighs,
feeling the heat pressing through her skirt, the desire growing
through her body. Putting the glass down in the sand,
she turned to Nick and said, let's dance. Not waiting
for a second request, nickstands and led her by the
hand to the edge of the fire. Slowly, Jane began
to sway to the sound of the music, the movement
of her body accentuating the desire growing within her, the
heat of the fire igniting her own heat. Her hands
exploring Nick's firm chest, unbusting his shirt, caressing over his
erect nipples, his moans of desire, bringing him closer to her,
her hands slipping over the plane of his stomach, Feeling
his erection through his pants, she squeezed it firmly. Nick's
hands moved over her breast, pinching her nipples through the
material of her shirt, the lace of her braw accentuating
the sensation. Rubbing the pad of her thumb over his cock,
she could feel it trembling with need. Suddenly, a panic
flowed over her. What the hell was she doing? She
wants this strange man to fuck her right here, right now,
in front of all these people watching. This isn't her.
When the hell does she become such a horn dog.
Pushing herself away firmly, she turned and ran across the
cooling sand toward the sea, panicking about this uncontrollable desire
moving through her body. Reaching the lapping tide, the cool
water kissing at her feet. Jane stopped for a moment,
looking out at the horizon. Is this what she wanted?
She wanted him, definitely, But in front of all those people,
could she really expose herself like this? This has to
be the craziest thing she had ever done. Suddenly, strong
arms are around her, embracing her. Nick's warm breath is
caressing her neck as he whispers, Look, Jane, this place
isn't about you doing anything you don't want to. It
is about doing anything you do want to but have
felt that you can't in the outside world because of
the restrictions of society. Jane relaxed into the security of
his arms, the beating of his heart against her back
as he continued, just enjoy what you want to do, Jane,
don't feel obligated to do anything. Turning to face him,
she smiled gently. It's been so long and I've never
done anything publicly. Suddenly his hands were up and down
her back, stoking her desire further. His firm body pressed
tightly against hers. It was all Jane could do to
sigh as he held her chin and kissed her deeply.
Their tongues danced as his fingers fed through her hair,
massaging her scalp. The sensations electrified her body. Caught in
a wave of passion, Jane fumbled with his jeans, unzipping
them before they fell to the sand, his hard cock
pressing against her with need and desire. Grasping him firmly,
she kissed down his stomach, before kneeling before him and
teasing along the length of his cock with her tongue.
The cold sea water caressed between her thighs, kissing her
warm throbbing pussy, accentuating the ache she felt in her core.
Looking up, she watched his face moving in raptures of
pleasure as her fingers cradled his ash cheeks, massaging them,
before sliding her lips down the entire length of his cock,
slowly immersing herself in the excitement of feeling him get
even harder in her mouth, his erect cock pulsing as
her tongue danced around his girth, sliding her mouth up
and down his length, teasing him with the edge of
her teeth. Nick started to thrust gently into her mouth,
threatening the back of her throat as his body tensed.
Looking down, he slid his cock from her mouth before
laying down on the sand, taking her hand and pulling
her over him. Jane reached down and gently massaged his
firm erection, stroking it as she teased it along the
edge of her panties, feeling it throb against her folds
as she slid her panties to one side, guiding him inside,
watching his eyes glisten in the last of the daylight
as his body arched slightly before he pushed his hips
up to fill her completely. For a moment, they were
absolutely silent, absorbed by the feeling of his hard cock
filling her kneedy pussy completely. Nick lifted his fingers to
her hair, stroking through it, before caressing down her face,
her neck, and then rubbing her reck nipples between his
finger and thumb as he started to push his hips up,
thrusting into her with determination, the length of his cock
rubbing along her clip, forcing moans of pleasure from Jane's lips.
Moving her pelvis to meet his thrust. She placed her
hands on his chest to steady herself, rubbing her hands
over his body as she could feel his cock moving
deeper and deeper inside of her, his trust becoming harder
and harder. Hearing him moan with passion, with need, almost
growling as he fugged her pussy just fueled Jane's desire further,
her own sensations growing as her pussy clutched at his
cock as if it wanted to hold it inside her,
never to let it go. She could hear an eye
unfamiliar sound coming from her own lips, one of pure
cardinal lust as she rowed his body harder and harder,
his hips rising in perfect time to meet every movement
of her pussy. Jane clutched at his chest as her
thighs tensed, her cow throbbing as his hands moved down
her stomach and rubbed her cleat The sensations were undeniable.
She couldn't hold back as she turned her head skyward
and screamed, Oh fuck, Nick and coming, his guttural moans
becoming growls, his thrust deep and hard as his body tensed,
exploding warm come inside her As he growled, Oh shit, Jane,
her own body electrovined to the sensation of his warm
come inside her. Her orgasm resonated through every cell. Her
pussy grasped hard at his cock as her orgasm exploded
through her whole body without weight. He slid his cop
from her pussy, sliding down the sand until his mouth
sucked hungrily at her clip, his tongue flicking like a
voracious animal. The waves of an orgasm continued to move
up and down her body, getting faster and fast as
he sucked her clip between his teeth. Jane's fingers moved
through his hair, pushing her pussy down against his mouth
as she rubbed it over his beard, the tinkling sensation
of his stubble forcing another orgasm to grow through her body.
Not wanting to restrain herself anymore, she rowed his mouth
without inhibition, her strong thighs tensing around his head as
the ache of her next climax moved through every nerve
of her body. Grasping her breast, she rubbed them firmly,
her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure to a core.
As her body exploded in another orgasm. Panting gently, she
slid back down his body. Nick's hands moved back through
her long hair, pulling her lips down to his stopping
him for a moment. She lost herself in the depth
of his eyes as she smiled with satisfaction at the
glistening of her pleasure on his beard, before she accepted
his invitation to a kiss, Tasting their pleasures combined on
his tongue. They kissed long and deep, surrendering to the
pleasure of the night. After the longest moment, Jane rested
her head against his chest, listening to his heart be
gradually slowly, before whispering, Okay, I guess I'm relaxed now.
Listening to the sound of his gentle laugh through his chest.
She lifted her head and stared straight into his eyes
as she said, let's stay here for a while. My
sentiments exactly, he replied, before pulling her head back onto
his chest as they enjoyed the gentle caress of the
night breeze, allowing it to take them wherever they need
to be. Now, I hope you enjoyed that. I do
hope so, but for now and always with your pleasure
in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious
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