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Speaker 2: Hi, It's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild
Speaker 2: in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and
Speaker 2: finger looking good fantasies. Now tonight's story is a Yes,
Speaker 2: it's another listener's fantasy. I thought my mind was filthy,
Speaker 2: but Jesus you guys, now you know. If you want
Speaker 2: to hear your fantasy narrated right here and listen to
Speaker 2: all these wonderful people. Then it's so easy for you
Speaker 2: to just email me at devlintwilddesires dot com and I
Speaker 2: will do my best to bring your fantasy to life.
Speaker 2: You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
Speaker 2: your bed. Just put your earbuts in, loose your eyes,
Speaker 2: and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over
Speaker 2: and inside you. And when you're ready to enjoy deep
Speaker 2: sensuous pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice, deep
Speaker 2: breath and hold it for a moment and let it
Speaker 2: go with a sigh. For the next thirteen minutes or so,
Speaker 2: it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
Speaker 2: Your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your
Speaker 2: time and to experience your inner passions as you listen
Speaker 2: to my voice, I feel the story caressing your body
Speaker 2: as you enjoy tonight's show. The studio lay dark, and
Speaker 2: as usual, I was alone here at this time of night.
Speaker 2: Music resonated from the speakers. Apparently it was there to
Speaker 2: motivate me, to get me into character. But I didn't
Speaker 2: need that to motivate me. Just a thought of all
Speaker 2: the people that would be waiting right now to listen
Speaker 2: to my next story. That was my motivation. The money,
Speaker 2: the fame, the fancy cast, you could keep it all.
Speaker 2: None of it meant a thing without their adoration, without
Speaker 2: their pleasure. They made me, every single listener, whether they
Speaker 2: realized it or not, they did. Their pleasure created the
Speaker 2: man I have become. But one made it special, and
Speaker 2: she definitely knew it. Of course, what we had, well,
Speaker 2: it had to remain secret. We could know, but for
Speaker 2: so many reasons, only a few others could know of us.
Speaker 2: Standing from my seat, the familiar irritation of the anticipation
Speaker 2: of a performance, of being ready but having no audience,
Speaker 2: washes over me. It doesn't matter how much I will
Speaker 2: the sweep arm of the studio clock to move faster.
Speaker 2: It just doesn't. It damn well, doesn't even tick. That
Speaker 2: at least would be something it would mark time passing. Instead,
Speaker 2: the arm just moves in a silent, graceful arc, minutes
Speaker 2: fading one by one under the relentless sweep of the
Speaker 2: clock arm. In just a few moments, my silent audience
Speaker 2: would be with me againhundreds of thousands of muteers, expecting entertainment,
Speaker 2: expecting pleasure, expecting to be taken somewhere else. Of course,
Speaker 2: they would all lose themselves in the moment. They would
Speaker 2: all indulge their fantasies over the next thirty minutes or so.
Speaker 2: Already I was aware that many imagine what it might
Speaker 2: be like to be in the studio, to immerse ourselves
Speaker 2: in the carnal knowledge of our bodies, while the audience
Speaker 2: listened on, unaware of the salacious intimacy that was happening
Speaker 2: just a microphone away. My impatience growing, my normal release
Speaker 2: her had been out of reach today, Apparently too busy.
Speaker 2: They always left me agitated when we didn't have time
Speaker 2: to share our darkest pleasures before a show. Tapping on
Speaker 2: the recording booth window, of course, no one would respond.
Speaker 2: No one was in there. It was empty and deathly silent,
Speaker 2: but no one else here. I would have to start
Speaker 2: the audio running on the console out here and then
Speaker 2: enter the booth before I went live. I rarely considered,
Speaker 2: yet very practical custom of your recording artist is to
Speaker 2: minimize their clothing. Most of the sound treatments in the
Speaker 2: booth were material, and with the clothing I wore, there
Speaker 2: would be the constant brushing sound as the materials caressed
Speaker 2: each other during my performance. So, as with many voice artists,
Speaker 2: the easy solution to minimizing your clothing noise was to
Speaker 2: minimize your clothing. I thought that, no doubt, intensified the
Speaker 2: remote fantasies of so many listeners. With only a few
Speaker 2: minutes left, I took a small swig of water and
Speaker 2: removed as many items of clothing as possible. The temperature
Speaker 2: in the room dropped as I switched the heating off,
Speaker 2: avoiding any noise to create it by that, taking my
Speaker 2: accustomed place, just stood before my old microphone, the air
Speaker 2: in the booth so dry and humorless. My eyes closed
Speaker 2: as I moistened my lips with my tongue, losing myself
Speaker 2: in those last precious moments of the solitude of the
Speaker 2: recording booth. In just a few moments, I would press
Speaker 2: the button that would open up the world to me
Speaker 2: once again. The avalanche of their collective desires were cascade
Speaker 2: through my microphone and inspire another night of pleasure. The
Speaker 2: rhythm of my mind echoed loudly as I let it
Speaker 2: wander in the shadows outside the booth. There was a movement,
Speaker 2: I'm sure of it. Cursing myself for switching the lights off.
Speaker 2: I could barely make the movement out let alone. Who
Speaker 2: it was? The soul glimmer from the recording console showed
Speaker 2: there was some one out there, someone on the swivel chair,
Speaker 2: watching me. With only moments before I was due to
Speaker 2: go live, an impossible choice presented itself. Do I continue
Speaker 2: and let them watch me, taking them to task after
Speaker 2: tonight's show, or stop the show to deal with this first.
Speaker 2: As curious as unnerved as I might be, I was
Speaker 2: still a consummate professional at heart, and as they say,
Speaker 2: the show must go on. The green light flashed before me,
Speaker 2: marking my last moments before the world would hear me
Speaker 2: marking my last moments, or the world would hear me
Speaker 2: and this unknown stranger tango before them, unannounced, unseen. A
Speaker 2: dim lamp flickered to life outside the recording booth as
Speaker 2: the light in front of me faded. The world was
Speaker 2: now listening and whatever sound I made would be heard
Speaker 2: by millions. Focusing my attention on the microphone just inches
Speaker 2: from my lips gloom that surrounded the desk outside, I
Speaker 2: could see the barely lit edge of a leg. Out
Speaker 2: of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the cuff
Speaker 2: sliding up and down the other leg. Something so deliberate
Speaker 2: and sensual about that movement captivated my lust. As try
Speaker 2: as I might to focus on the words that should
Speaker 2: be coming out of my mouth, that image of those
Speaker 2: sensuous curves of the calves just fired something in my body.
Speaker 2: An ache was already beginning to grow inside my pants,
Speaker 2: A very definite, intense ache that throbbed would need, an
Speaker 2: unreleased passion that called to every carnal need in my body. Fuck,
Speaker 2: there was something about this, something that burned through me.
Speaker 2: I was so used to being in control, in charge,
Speaker 2: but this seduction, on the very edge of awareness was
Speaker 2: something else. It seduced my imagination, my mind, my body.
Speaker 2: The legs moved into the shadows once more. The light
Speaker 2: flickered again over those gen took curves. The light reflected
Speaker 2: wasn't that of naked skin, but the hint of lingerie,
Speaker 2: a stocking leg. As my thoughts exhilarated, solely occupied with
Speaker 2: that leg, that lingerie. Damn, I could hear the gentle
Speaker 2: caress of silk of the legs kissing each other as
Speaker 2: they slid up and down, The subtle seductive sound of
Speaker 2: silk on silk, so quiet, so gentle, Yet every sound
Speaker 2: filled my mind, shutting out anything else. As my mind
Speaker 2: watched the show unfold outside the booth, my lips seemed
Speaker 2: to falter on the words, trying desperately to escape my mouth,
Speaker 2: trying to wrestle control of the moment back from impending lust.
Speaker 2: A single, lone finger traced up the inside of those thighs,
Speaker 2: gently caressing the lace of the stalking tops. There was
Speaker 2: a moan, I'm sure of it. Even within the noiseless
Speaker 2: confines at the booth, I could hear it. More importantly,
Speaker 2: my cock felt it as clearly as if it was
Speaker 2: vibrating along every edge of my erect muscle. Fuck. I
Speaker 2: was throbbing in my pants, barely controlled moans of desire
Speaker 2: throbbed along my tongue. This was ridiculous. Somewhere in the gloom,
Speaker 2: a lonesome finger, that sole digit, moved her panties to
Speaker 2: one side and teased at her folds. Knowing how white
Speaker 2: she was and how turned on that made me, she
Speaker 2: didn't expose her pussy. She just knew my mind could
Speaker 2: feel every sensation as she teased her fingertip over her lips.
Speaker 2: She knew my cock twitched with every damn movement, as
Speaker 2: if her finger tip was lazily caressing around the tip
Speaker 2: of my cock, as if she was taking me right
Speaker 2: to the point of aching frustration. And then, somewhere under
Speaker 2: the beautiful veil of her panties, she stroked over her clip.
Speaker 2: Her body trembled with desire, moaning gently, her fingers explored deeper.
Speaker 2: I could only see the movement of her fingers under
Speaker 2: her panties. I could only watch with bated desire as
Speaker 2: the movement of her knuckle underneath that lace drew so
Speaker 2: much sexual tension from within me. Somewhere in the darkness
Speaker 2: there was another moan, feminine and passionate. There spoke of
Speaker 2: desires unsatisfied, of a woman with deep needs, a moan
Speaker 2: that spoke to every lustful thought I have ever had. God,
Speaker 2: it spoke directly to my cock, making me tense. And then,
Speaker 2: for some reason, my pelvis thrust it gently into the air.
Speaker 2: For facts they come meant to be working. I closed
Speaker 2: my eyes, trying desperately to regain some control. I take
Speaker 2: another drink of water. I start to speak again when
Speaker 2: I felt something, someone, some sort of presence enter the room.
Speaker 2: But that's impossible. The door is locked from the inside.
Speaker 2: I didn't hear it, I just felt it, or maybe
Speaker 2: it was always there. I momentarily glanced at the stall
Speaker 2: outside the booth. It was empty, the light now dimmed.
Speaker 2: I continued on with the narration and felt a featherlight
Speaker 2: touch across my shoulder blades. Or did I It was
Speaker 2: so light, so delicate, so feminine. There it was again,
Speaker 2: across the opposite way. There was no denying it any longer.
Speaker 2: The presence was real, or at least felt right here
Speaker 2: in the moment. If no, she she was really here.
Speaker 2: Her fragrance, both natural, feminine and perfume, filled the recording booth.
Speaker 2: The sound of a breath so gentle, perhaps a gasp
Speaker 2: of a woman caressed in just the perfect echoed around
Speaker 2: the small space. What was she doing here? She usually
Speaker 2: worked late, lost in her projects, with no idea what
Speaker 2: time or day it was. Her ambition matched mine, something
Speaker 2: I did not ever think was possible. For her to
Speaker 2: be here right now at this moment would mean she
Speaker 2: had planned to be here. Her touch stopped. Momentarily, I
Speaker 2: looked up from my script to see if she moved,
Speaker 2: but there was nothing, nothing there. I continued on with
Speaker 2: the story, focusing on my notes as her touch returned
Speaker 2: and long now started a very slow trace up and
Speaker 2: down my back, so lightly gently, her fingers lingered over
Speaker 2: my muscles. Eventually, her nails traced up and down with
Speaker 2: more force this time, and delved into my shoulders, grabbing them,
Speaker 2: rubbing them, massaging away the tension. She hid all those
Speaker 2: tense spots that I kept hidden away. She always knew
Speaker 2: what I needed. Somewhere. We were in tune, on another plane,
Speaker 2: another energetic level. I continued reading, my voice growing even
Speaker 2: more sensual as she rubbed at my muscles. As she
Speaker 2: rubbed at my aches. This experience I needed every week.
Speaker 2: It was so indulging to pleasure my listeners. As I
Speaker 2: was being pleasured, she reached both of her arms down,
Speaker 2: dipping her hands down my chest, her breasts resting on
Speaker 2: the back of my head, her nails started to bite
Speaker 2: into my flesh, ever so lightly. Reaching down my chest again,
Speaker 2: she found my nipples, circling them, dragging her nails gently
Speaker 2: toward them, without pinching, just so gentle poetry dropped from
Speaker 2: her finger tips. It was a treat to have her
Speaker 2: be so tender up and back to my shoulders up
Speaker 2: and over them. She dragged her nails harder down my back,
Speaker 2: making me arch my spine and groan the words out
Speaker 2: into the mike. Up my back again, gentler this time,
Speaker 2: and down my chest. Her hands were spread out on
Speaker 2: my chest, hot breath on my neck. She did not
Speaker 2: say a word as she gently nipped at my earlobe,
Speaker 2: her lips giving me featherlike kisses along the side of
Speaker 2: my neck, her breast pressing into my back as she
Speaker 2: continued to spread delicate kisses up and down my spine
Speaker 2: so slowly. She was melting me with this delicate affection,
Speaker 2: and all I could do was focus on the words
Speaker 2: I was trying to read, trying to think of my fans,
Speaker 2: eagerly listening to every word. She knew this was important
Speaker 2: to me, but I did not want her to stop continuing.
Speaker 2: She gently kissed my neck up and down one side
Speaker 2: and over to the other, her hair teasing at my shoulder,
Speaker 2: completely submerging me, stealing any sanity I had left. Her. Beautiful, irresistible,
Speaker 2: feminine fragrance was in the air. I knew she wanted
Speaker 2: me as I did her. My rerection grew as she
Speaker 2: scraped her teeth over my shoulder, gently biting into my flesh.
Speaker 2: She was taking her time to seduce me. As she
Speaker 2: kept biting on the top of my shoulder, up towards
Speaker 2: my neck, up one side and over to the other,
Speaker 2: her kisses grew hungrier, more lustful, just for me. She licked, kissed,
Speaker 2: and bit my neck and shoulders. She dragged her nails
Speaker 2: up and down my chest, a shudder round through me again.
Speaker 2: She pinched my nipples and bit hard into my neck.
Speaker 2: At the same time, I continued to feel my erection
Speaker 2: growing harder and harder, focusing on the script, becoming torturous,
Speaker 2: trying hard not to cut tonight's episode short and take
Speaker 2: her right then and there, punishing her for being so
Speaker 2: naughty in the sounding booth. The idea of tying her up,
Speaker 2: spanking her, making a scream at me for driving her
Speaker 2: toward the edge of an orgasm, and then denying her
Speaker 2: pleasure had me stumbling over my words. She would pay
Speaker 2: for this later, but she knew that that is what
Speaker 2: she wanted, what she always wanted, a man who had
Speaker 2: enough self control to be in control of her pleasure,
Speaker 2: just like she was in control of mine. Right now,
Speaker 2: as I helplessly tried to keep my cool. She suddenly stopped.
Speaker 2: I could not look around. I had to keep reading,
Speaker 2: but I had a moment to breathe, a second to
Speaker 2: regain my sanity before she completely pushed me over the
Speaker 2: edge and made a mess of this episode for the night.
Speaker 2: She knew it too, She knew that I was at
Speaker 2: my limit. Then I felt it, felt her again. This
Speaker 2: time she was not behind me, but in front of
Speaker 2: me on her knees. Oh god, I was in a
Speaker 2: delicious amount of trouble now. She began by running her
Speaker 2: fingertips ever so gently, so delicate, up my legs, from
Speaker 2: my ankles at my shins, along my knees and half
Speaker 2: way up my thighs. Was she really going to do that?
Speaker 2: Right here, right now, with thousands of people listening. She
Speaker 2: did not stop. She was such a bad girl. I
Speaker 2: reveled in it in her in this experience. Her beautiful
Speaker 2: fingers traced patterns up and down my thighs, teasing me
Speaker 2: over and over again until I could barely stand it anymore.
Speaker 2: I read down and grabbed a fistful of her hair,
Speaker 2: pulling it tightly. She got the message and started rubbing
Speaker 2: my cock through the fabric of my pants. I took
Speaker 2: a breath as she unbuckled my pants. I raised myself
Speaker 2: up and let her push them to the floor. I
Speaker 2: could have stopped her, but I didn't want to. I
Speaker 2: reached down again with one hand, held her chin and
Speaker 2: stroked her lips, taking my thumb into her mouth. She
Speaker 2: gently bit on the end of it, swirling her tongue
Speaker 2: around it, and sucking it entirely into her mouth. My
Speaker 2: listeners would love to hear this story. A podcast about
Speaker 2: sex while the narrator, while the narrator was getting pleasured
Speaker 2: would be such a good story. She knew that too,
Speaker 2: She just knew how to stir it up. Releasing my
Speaker 2: thumb and pushing my hand onto my hip, she changed
Speaker 2: focus to my beautiful thick cock. It was free and
Speaker 2: fervently waiting. I began to revel and with it under
Speaker 2: her delicate touch as she gently moved one fingertip as
Speaker 2: one fingertip traced up and down my entire length, over
Speaker 2: and over again, until I wanted to slam my cock
Speaker 2: into her beautiful mouth, but I couldn't. My hands were
Speaker 2: gripping the sides of the desk. Suddenly wrapping her hand
Speaker 2: around my gerth. She began kissing and licking the very
Speaker 2: tip of me. My cock throbbed and pre come dripped
Speaker 2: out as she continued to lick just as sensitive opening
Speaker 2: over and over again, and endless conflict continued within me.
Speaker 2: She was taking the control I usually had and leaving
Speaker 2: me helpless at her mercy. Her lips came up and
Speaker 2: around me, taking the whole tip of my cock in
Speaker 2: her mouth as she suck the most sensitive part of me,
Speaker 2: driving me absolutely wild. I felt as though I could
Speaker 2: no longer breathe as she continued her ever lasting as
Speaker 2: salt on the tip of my cock. Just when I
Speaker 2: thought I could not say another word and my vision
Speaker 2: went blurry, she stopped again, letting me regain something of
Speaker 2: my composure. As I was able to breathe again and
Speaker 2: refocus on those words on the script. For an instant,
Speaker 2: I thought I was safe, but she had other plans
Speaker 2: for me. The biting pain that can only be brought
Speaker 2: on by something frozen stunned me and made me choke
Speaker 2: my words. She had just touched the tip of my
Speaker 2: cock with it just long enough to make me completely stumble.
Speaker 2: As the cold was replaced with her mouth feverishly sucking
Speaker 2: on my tip again. I reached down and growbed the
Speaker 2: fistful of her hair, trying to gain some sort of reality. Again,
Speaker 2: I felt her grin around the tip of my cock
Speaker 2: and let it bounce out of her mouth. The shield
Speaker 2: sensation was back again, this time tracing designs ever so
Speaker 2: slowly up and down and all around my cock. I
Speaker 2: gripped her hair tighter, pulling it it, but it did
Speaker 2: nothing to stop or slow her down. Whatever the frigid
Speaker 2: thing was that she was torturously dragging all over My
Speaker 2: cock was melting and dripping down my length and onto
Speaker 2: my balls. The cool run off got hotter as it
Speaker 2: slid intently down my cock. The tenacious ache replaced with
Speaker 2: her hot, eager tongue as it clicked at me hungrily,
Speaker 2: up and down, swirling around me. She had not even
Speaker 2: put me in her mouth, and I was ready to come.
Speaker 2: Surprising me again, she sucked my whole cock straight into
Speaker 2: her mouth, swallowing me whole. God. Now I really couldn't
Speaker 2: see the words on my script as she kept sucking
Speaker 2: at me, swallowing me, choking on me. As she took
Speaker 2: me in and out of her mouth, she moved her
Speaker 2: hands up and untwined my hand out of her hair.
Speaker 2: She could move more freely over and around me. Her
Speaker 2: tongue swirled over the tip of me. As my hand
Speaker 2: reached down to her neck, I pressed gently as she
Speaker 2: took me back deeply into her mouth. She choked on
Speaker 2: my cock as I pressed on her throat. When I
Speaker 2: felt her tears dripping down her cheeks and onto my hands,
Speaker 2: I released her neck. She took me again out of
Speaker 2: her throat and sucked at the tiff of me again,
Speaker 2: throwing me off balance again with a fresh sensation of tingles.
Speaker 2: As her teeth began biting down on the side of
Speaker 2: my cock, I was completely losing any sort of comprehension
Speaker 2: the whole environment, the energy of my sound, both the
Speaker 2: story I was reading, the smell of her filling my head.
Speaker 2: I was not going to last very much longer. It
Speaker 2: did not end there. She was licking and sucking and
Speaker 2: biting down the side of my cock. She gripped the
Speaker 2: base of it tightly with her hand and moved up
Speaker 2: and down with gentle bites, sucking at the side of it,
Speaker 2: licking her way around my girth. One hand began stroking
Speaker 2: me with featherlike caresses up and down my shaft while
Speaker 2: she dropped down further, gingerly licking at my balls. The
Speaker 2: liquid from the earlier onslaughts still dripped down them as
Speaker 2: she licked at the pattern of the run off. Her
Speaker 2: light caresses turned firmer as she stroked me with more force,
Speaker 2: her other hand cupping at my balls, her tongue exploring them,
Speaker 2: sucking each one gently, biting and nibbling as if it
Speaker 2: were deliciously juicy, ripe fruit. I needed to finish this episode.
Speaker 2: I could not keep this up. I was going to
Speaker 2: come right into the microphone for all my listeners to hear.
Speaker 2: I was helplessly trying to read and make a coherent
Speaker 2: sense of what these squiggles on the page said, totally
Speaker 2: lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure she relentlessly
Speaker 2: was prolonging for me. The story was coming to a close.
Speaker 2: The current was so close to coming, as was I
Speaker 2: wandering desperately to kiss her, to feel her, to take
Speaker 2: her to as much ecstasy as she was taking me to,
Speaker 2: taking me to another dimension. I was on fire with need,
Speaker 2: a deep hunger raged inside me. Her touch was electric
Speaker 2: as she ran her hand up and down my length,
Speaker 2: shifting again as she raised herself up, and I reached
Speaker 2: down to entwine my hand in her hair, kneading connection,
Speaker 2: stroking at her, pulling at her, desperate for release. Her
Speaker 2: lips kissed my tip delicately, over and over again as
Speaker 2: she brought another level of intimacy into our interaction, the
Speaker 2: passion never fading as she loved me into oblivion. When
Speaker 2: her lips opened and took me inside her again, I
Speaker 2: fell in entirely. She saked my orgasm out of me.
Speaker 2: Stars exploded behind my eyes like a soup and ova,
Speaker 2: expanding and contrasting. Under her spell, undeniable passion erupts out
Speaker 2: of me and into her restrey, engulfing my pleasure. She
Speaker 2: absorbs me and overworks my swollen length until it was exhausted,
Speaker 2: as if it had never been one. It was an
Speaker 2: interplanetary experience where timestones crossed and blended, Time mashed into
Speaker 2: a jumbled mess of nerves. As I growled out my
Speaker 2: orgasm into her mouth, my knuckles were white on the
Speaker 2: desk as I gripped it harder. God, I was going
Speaker 2: to break in it in half, like some sort of
Speaker 2: ravenous caveman. I took a deep breath and tried to
Speaker 2: figure out what to say to my audience. My head
Speaker 2: slowly cleared as I regained composure and said the final
Speaker 2: parting notes and goodbye until next week to all my listeners.
Speaker 2: As I ended the podcast, another episode finished for the week.
Speaker 2: I looked around the recording booth. It was empty, The
Speaker 2: room was empty. The studio outside was empty except for
Speaker 2: the remnants of a single chocolate covered strawberry with a
Speaker 2: bite taking out of it. But she was nowhere to
Speaker 2: be seen. Maybe I had dreamt it. Maybe she was
Speaker 2: never been here, the ghost of a woman I longed for.
Speaker 2: But a fragrance lingered in the air, and as I
Speaker 2: looked down at myself, I saw the remains of smudged
Speaker 2: lipstick on my shaft. So I hope you enjoyed their
Speaker 2: little fantasy, very close to having that one where where
Speaker 2: they get these ideas from. So next week we have
Speaker 2: another story. I look forward to next week when I
Speaker 2: can get you back into bed again and we can
Speaker 2: get wild all over again. So until then, and always
Speaker 2: with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild,
Speaker 2: wishing you salacious dreams, the same that a stay a.
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