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I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to take
the next step into your deepest desires. So let's begin,
shall we. Hi, It's Devlin and welcome to another episode
of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sense
your satisfaction and finger locking good fantasies. Now you know
this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed, So
if you're not already, get your butt in bed, just
put your earbuds in, loosen any clothing and close your eyes.
Just go ahead and surrender to the pleasure of my
voice caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready
to surrender to sensuous pleasure, just go ahead and take
a 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 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. Alice stood at the bottom
of the driveway. The river of white gravel led her
eyes into the fading evening light toward the one thing
she detested most a party. Why the hell did she
agree to come? Why was she even invited? This was
apparently meant to be a meeting greet for all the
new representatives in the council. She wasn't you, and she
wasn't a representative. She was a librarian, for god's sake.
Obviously they'd been desperate to make up the numbers, and
to make matters worse, someone had decided it should be
a fancy dress party. What sort of sick individual decides
to have a fancy dress party? What sort of weird
individual agrees to go Having spent her lunch break in
a fancy dress shop, she had chosen the one costume
that seemed to maintain some dignity and not make her
look too stupid. She looked at the parrot head on
the umbrella firmly in the eyes, whispering what the fuck
am I doing? Dusting her hat so the flowers were
just off center, she flattened her long dress, pulled her
jacket tight, and then took a deep breath before setting
off up the gravel path to face her personal version
of hell. The gentle blossom of the pussy willow trees
lining the path in the sensual light of the evening sun,
they seemed to glow with a faint hue of pink,
as almost as if they were lit up for the occasion.
Eventually reaching the door, she sighed before raising the parrot
head on the formidable umbrella and bringing it down heavily
against the antique wood. The echo of the knock sounded
far beyond the door. Alice held the umbrella midstroke as
she listened to the footsteps approaching, Looking again at the
parrot's head, she whispered, you better look after me, bekie.
As the door swung open Mary Poppins, The man behind
the door inquired, yes, Alice said, from the library. The
man turned and made some faint gesture that she should
come inside. Dipping her head, she moved into the house,
closing the door behind her. Suddenly out of the cool
evening air. The polyester of the hired outfit caused a
rush of heat along her thighs, forcing them to tighten
as a sensation of a wet bead of perspiration and
drifted down her sensitive skin. With little other option, she
followed the man up the corridor to a large pair
of wooden doors that seemed to be positively bouncing with
the noise beyond them. All Alice's worse fears were confirmed
as he opened the doors. Too many people, too much noise,
too much faux fun. She was desperate to get back
amongst her books again, safe and quiet, away from all
this noise, all these people. The bar is free, he said,
indicating a bar in the far corner. Feeling obliged, Alice
left her guide behind and made a way around the
perimeter of the room until she reached the bar. Leaning
over the wet wood, she shouted as best she could
at the bar tenter that she wanted a Vodkaren coke. Nodding,
the tender returned a few moments later with a tall
glass of what Alice could only presume was Vodkarn coke
and placed it on the wet bar in front of her.
Turning to look at the throng of people in the room,
she decided two things. Firstly, this really was her version
of hell, and secondly, this was a complete waste of
taxpayers money hiring a large old house just to massage
the ego of a few representatives. Grabbing her drink, she
took a swift sip of the alcohol before looking at
the parrot once again and deciding that she could be
at the party even if she was in a different room.
Sliding through a door at the far end of the room,
Alice walked slowly down the darkened corridor, trying various stores,
eventually finding one unlocked. She slipped inside, relieved to see
a spacious room with absolutely no one else inside, and
the walls were lined with books. Okay, not as many
as in her beloved library, but suddenly she felt a
little more at home. A GRAMB piano sat in the shadows,
inviting Alice to sit down. Her fingers glided over the
highly polished dark wood of the keylid. Years ago, she
had played the piano religiously. She had attended lessons twice
a week. Of course, her motivation was helped by her
piano teacher, also being her first crush and the man
that she would eventually give her virginity to. Placing her
glass on a coaster on the wooden top, she lifted
the key lid to expose the ivory of the keys beneath,
and for the first time in twenty years, Alice pressed
a key slowly. The pure sound of the note echoed
around the room, taking Alice back to her youth. As
she closed her eyes, immersing herself in that beautiful sound,
she could feel his hands over hers again, guiding her
fingers in such a strong yet sensual way. How he
taught her to let her passion flow through her fingers,
through the music. Her fingers caress the keys, the music
fly