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Speaker 1: On this episode of Wild in Bed the Strangers to
Speaker 1: Lovers erotic fantasy hint of supernatural magic, Dylan is lost
Speaker 1: and confused. He has no memory of his life before
Speaker 1: a few weeks ago. Everywhere he looks there are only gray,
Speaker 1: passionless people. His world is now dead, empty, until a
Speaker 1: mysterious woman captures his attention, a woman that brings him
Speaker 1: back to life. But who is she and can she
Speaker 1: help him discover what really happened to him to make
Speaker 1: him forget Hi. It's Devlin and welcome to another episode
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Speaker 1: and finger licking good fantasies. You know this podcast is
Speaker 1: best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your ear
Speaker 1: but's in, loosen those clothes, close your eyes, and surrender
Speaker 1: to the pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you.
Speaker 1: And when you're ready to surrender to your deepest passions,
Speaker 1: just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and
Speaker 1: hold it for a moment, and then release it with
Speaker 1: a sigh, letting go of all that tension, all that stress.
Speaker 1: For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you
Speaker 1: and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
Speaker 1: your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time to discover your
Speaker 1: inner passions as you listen to my voice and enjoy
Speaker 1: the story moving through your body. He knew it from
Speaker 1: the minute he stood next to her on the isle
Speaker 1: of the plane. Suddenly there was an overwhelming sense of life,
Speaker 1: a bright light in his otherwise dark world, this darkness
Speaker 1: that had felt his life for the past few weeks,
Speaker 1: the world moved in such a vague haze of confusion,
Speaker 1: gray clouds that seemed to pass for people's existence. Mundane lives,
Speaker 1: had no light, no desire, no passion. Then somewhere in
Speaker 1: the mists that surrounded him, she appeared. It wasn't his
Speaker 1: choice to sit in her seat, he was compelled to,
Speaker 1: and when he had, when he felt the warmth of
Speaker 1: her presence so close to him, the gray miss started
Speaker 1: to disperse for the first time. Dylan didn't want any
Speaker 1: of this, but had his life ever been different? He
Speaker 1: vaguely remembered parents and brothers too. He thought, no, he
Speaker 1: didn't think he was sure, But was that a hundred
Speaker 1: years ago, two months ago? Time just seemed to slip
Speaker 1: through his fingers like sand. Every time he tried to
Speaker 1: focus on when this all started, or even worse life beforehand,
Speaker 1: he just became more confused and got the most god
Speaker 1: awful headache. In a bid to preserve his sanity at least,
Speaker 1: Dylan had quickly learned to accept that the gray world
Speaker 1: that surrounded him was now his norm. It may or
Speaker 1: may not have been his life before, but it certainly
Speaker 1: was his life now. That was until he saw her.
Speaker 1: Did she hold then, sir? Did he really want to
Speaker 1: find out the truth of his torturous existence? What sin
Speaker 1: he had committed? That was this bad? For the first
Speaker 1: time since he could remember, which was admittedly only a
Speaker 1: month ago, there was color in his existence. He had
Speaker 1: to find out more. This woman must hold the key.
Speaker 1: There was an opportunity to get closer to her, to
Speaker 1: talk to her in a cab. He tried to time
Speaker 1: it so they both jumped in at the same time,
Speaker 1: and he was going to suggest sharing the cab, but
Speaker 1: the driver being over enthusiastic and the woman scared by lightning,
Speaker 1: so he took the cab ride alone, asking the cab
Speaker 1: driver to pull over. After just a few minutes, Dylan
Speaker 1: had decided to run back to the airport and catch
Speaker 1: her before she got another cab disappeared from his life forever.
Speaker 1: A sudden wave of color swamped his senses as a
Speaker 1: cab passed them. She was in there. Every instinct in
Speaker 1: his body told him she was follow that cab, he
Speaker 1: said hurriedly. The driver shook his head and eyed him
Speaker 1: suspiciously in the rear view mirror before setting off. The
Speaker 1: rainbow sent of her presence occupied the steps leading up
Speaker 1: to the hotel. They pulled up outside of and intoxicating
Speaker 1: warmth that dragged Dylan from the cab. Once inside the
Speaker 1: hotel foyer, he was suddenly hit by a wave of senses,
Speaker 1: each one coming from different directions, Pummeling every sensibility he had.
Speaker 1: Dylan could do nothing but take a seat at the
Speaker 1: bar and order a large whiskey to calm his nerves.
Speaker 1: Hypnotized by the water fall of color that surrounded him,
Speaker 1: Dylan could only immerse himself in that rainbow that veiled
Speaker 1: the hotel. Hours passed, endless, gray people passed by, all insignificant,
Speaker 1: But still, somewhere in the distance, beyond the rainbow, there
Speaker 1: was something else that consumed his thoughts. There was another color,
Speaker 1: another sense, something more powerful, something that demanded he pursue it.
Speaker 1: He was surprised to see the strange woman return to
Speaker 1: the bar. He stared at her for the longest moment,
Speaker 1: studying her, expecting her to be the source of his attraction.
Speaker 1: To his amazement, she wasn't. The woman stood toward him,
Speaker 1: but was momentarily distracted by a hotel shirt. Dylan took
Speaker 1: the opportunity and left the bar in pursuit of the
Speaker 1: sense that attracted him so intensely. Stalking the corridors of
Speaker 1: the hotel, knowing its destination by the growing intensity of
Speaker 1: the color trail, he followed like a wolf stalking its quarry,
Speaker 1: Traveling deep into the depths of the building, He eventually
Speaker 1: found himself in front of a door, caressing his fingers
Speaker 1: over the wood. The door looked just like all the
Speaker 1: other doors he had passed, but it felt different, almost
Speaker 1: like the wood breathed with life. A heat tingled in
Speaker 1: his fingertips, echoing through his body. He gasped at the sensation.
Speaker 1: His whole body resonated with the energy moving through him.
Speaker 1: Reaching down for the handle, he was surprised when it
Speaker 1: moved in his hand, despite him having no key fob.
Speaker 1: Fingers of light cascaded from the hallway into the darkened room.
Speaker 1: Despite being near pitch black inside, Dylan could sense a
Speaker 1: rainbow of color dragging him forward into the room. Taking
Speaker 1: a deep breath, he stepped inside, the door, swinging sharp
Speaker 1: behind him, the hallway light disappearing. He took a moment
Speaker 1: before his vision adjusted to the darkness. Somewhere in the
Speaker 1: shadows of form became clearer. A person that radiated this
Speaker 1: color he longed for so much he could not deny it.
Speaker 1: This need permeated every cell in his body, a strange,
Speaker 1: previously unknown need for life that burned through his body
Speaker 1: like a wildfire. Trying to maintain sevility. This was another
Speaker 1: human being, after not some animal to slay and devour.
Speaker 1: Dylan managed to ask, what's your name? The woman, as
Speaker 1: the person most definitely was, judging from the silhouette of
Speaker 1: her body, seemed unsurprised by his presence or by his demeanor.
Speaker 1: I am Mercy, Lord, she replied, her voice silk and soft,
Speaker 1: even in the darkness of the room. The colors of
Speaker 1: vibrated and her body captured as attention. He stepped forward nervously.
Speaker 1: Whatever this desire was, it was stronger than he was,
Speaker 1: he realized, reaching out her hand, his fingertipped near her body,
Speaker 1: a crackle of electricity moved between them. Mercy moaned gently
Speaker 1: at the sensation, as if Dylan had caressed her in
Speaker 1: the most intimate way possible. Uncertain, Dylan pulled his hand back.
Speaker 1: What the fuck, he whispered to himself. But something else
Speaker 1: occupied his mind, a lust, primeval and dark to feed
Speaker 1: upon this woman. Until every carnal desire was spent, something
Speaker 1: that pressed him forward. Do I not please you, Lord,
Speaker 1: Mercy asked. Shocked by her question, Dylan's focus returned to
Speaker 1: himself briefly. His body was already responding with such a
Speaker 1: painfully strong desire. His erection pressed at his pants, eager
Speaker 1: to be released, desperate to have his fill of this woman.
Speaker 1: Somewhere in the back of his mind, what remained of
Speaker 1: his sensibility insisted he ask her what was going on?
Speaker 1: What had happened to him? What was this madness he
Speaker 1: had sunk into? Why did she call him lord? An
Speaker 1: insistent voice that fell silent, quashed by the sheer force
Speaker 1: of his lust. For a moment, the sense that filled
Speaker 1: the room dimmed, as if she had breathed it back in. Oh,
Speaker 1: you most certainly do, Dylan replied, and with those words
Speaker 1: the room was full of the dark color again. Not
Speaker 1: just the fragrance of her desire, and that was already
Speaker 1: all too obvious, but the sense of her heart beating
Speaker 1: a little faster, the tension in her thighs as she
Speaker 1: squeezed them together. He had been with women before, he
Speaker 1: must have, but right now he could not remember a
Speaker 1: single one, and he was damn sure it wasn't anything
Speaker 1: like this. As he reached to touch her again, he
Speaker 1: realized her back was turned toward him, something that had
Speaker 1: been hidden by the shadows. Still weary, he traced a
Speaker 1: finger down her naked spine, her back, eyes so eloquently
Speaker 1: in response, her moans, fueling his desire. Her scent occupied
Speaker 1: his body, not just of her lust that was almost
Speaker 1: equivalent to his, but the scent of her femininity, her being,
Speaker 1: her soul, he thought briefly. Suddenly he felt like a
Speaker 1: predator stalking his praise in the shadows of the night.
Speaker 1: The cold truth filled his mind. Tonight, you will feast
Speaker 1: on her. His lips found the curve of her neck,
Speaker 1: caressing it. The sense of her heart beat pulsed along
Speaker 1: his tongue as he traced a warm, wet, sir cause
Speaker 1: over her shoulders. Herrass pressed back against him, pushing his
Speaker 1: erection as she gyrated her hips, slowly forcing him harder,
Speaker 1: something he wouldn't have even thought possible until now. His
Speaker 1: battle with the rising beast inside him was one he
Speaker 1: was quickly losing. Something made him want to submit to
Speaker 1: these desires, to take this woman to feast on her
Speaker 1: delights to ignore all the concerns of how far he
Speaker 1: might go or whatever state she might be Enafter, Increasingly,
Speaker 1: the intoxicating effect of his lust superseded any sane rationale.
Speaker 1: Biting on her neck, the beads of perspiration that decorated
Speaker 1: her naked skin had a salty hint to them, a
Speaker 1: taste of how delicious her pussy must taste, he thought
Speaker 1: to himself. Sliding his hands over her shoulders, he brushed
Speaker 1: her recnipples. The woman bent her head back in a
Speaker 1: beautifully erotic response, the caress of her hair against his ear,
Speaker 1: sending a fresh wave of desire cascading through every cell
Speaker 1: in his body. The warmth of her body against his
Speaker 1: melted away the last remnants of his reluctance. Dylan finally
Speaker 1: submitted to whatever this beast was that occupied his soul.
Speaker 1: A growl drew from his lips as his hand moved
Speaker 1: slowly over the curves of her stomach, the gentle clutching
Speaker 1: of her cor clearly evident under his fingertips. Damn, he
Speaker 1: could feel the trembling desire already moving through her body
Speaker 1: as she pressed harder against his erection. The fragrance of
Speaker 1: her feminine lust intoxicated his mind, pushing him further. Mercy
Speaker 1: reached behind her, her hands squeezing between their bodies, Pressing
Speaker 1: along the tented material of his pants. She squeezed his hardcock,
Speaker 1: rubbing the pad of her thumb over his tip. Who
Speaker 1: was this woman? What did she want? As if she
Speaker 1: read his mind, she whispered, I want to submit to you.
Speaker 1: I want you to feed on me until you are seated,
Speaker 1: the heat of her breath tormenting his senses. With his
Speaker 1: free hand, Dylan released the buckle of his pants, hurriedly
Speaker 1: unzipping them to release his erection. Mercy turned in his arms,
Speaker 1: her hands, pushing his jacket off over his shoulders, letting
Speaker 1: it fall into a crumpled pile on the ground, Pouring
Speaker 1: gently into his neck, the vibration of her lips tormenting
Speaker 1: his lust. She pushed her fingers along his shirt, releasing
Speaker 1: the button, slowly running her fingernails through the mass of
Speaker 1: his chest hair, before her fingernails discovered his nipples, pinching
Speaker 1: them while she kissed warmly along his neck. His pants
Speaker 1: and shirt both fell to the ground, leaving him as
Speaker 1: naked as Mercy. He tried to make out the color
Speaker 1: of her eyes as she looked up at him, but
Speaker 1: all he could see was the rainbow of color veiling
Speaker 1: her body. Slowly, she kissed over his chest, her lips,
Speaker 1: her tongue, exploring him, his body pulsing with desire. Dylan
Speaker 1: ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her tighter against him.
Speaker 1: Mercy pulled his ring nipple between her teeth as her
Speaker 1: hand slid over his stomach, finding his erection, her fingertips
Speaker 1: dancing along his length, teasing every inch of him as
Speaker 1: she traced the tip of her finger nails along his
Speaker 1: throbbing erection, Kissing down his stomach, Mercy fell to her knees,
Speaker 1: biting gently on the soft flash of his thighs, her
Speaker 1: hair brushing his cock, sending bolts of electricity through his body,
Speaker 1: his mind a mist of lust. She had said she
Speaker 1: wanted to submit to him, but he didn't really feel
Speaker 1: like the one in control at the moment. The heat
Speaker 1: of her breath brushed along his erection, her moist lips
Speaker 1: kissing him gently, sucking him, the edge of her teeth
Speaker 1: dragging up and down his shaft. Fuck, he moaned, circling
Speaker 1: his cock with her tongue, though torment of her mouth
Speaker 1: forced his knees to buckle slightly as she slid her
Speaker 1: lips over him. Desperately, Dylan thrust his hips forward, feeling
Speaker 1: her take his length into her throat. Responding, she slid
Speaker 1: her lips along his hardcock, her tongue teasing wildly at him.
Speaker 1: But for some God's saken reason, this wasn't enough. Pulling
Speaker 1: her up, he pressed her back against the wall, his
Speaker 1: mind filled with one image, one desire. Kneeling down, Dylan
Speaker 1: bittle on the soft flesh of her in her thighs,
Speaker 1: the scent of her desire so close it fueled his need.
Speaker 1: Hearing her moans as his lips explored her folds, sucking them,
Speaker 1: biting them, dilanate hungrily at her wet pussy. Suddenly, his body,
Speaker 1: his mind filled with the sensation of color he had
Speaker 1: experienced earlier. His body pulsed with life once again, and
Speaker 1: desperate for more. His tongue whipped at her clit, punishing
Speaker 1: it for seducing him with his need. Mercy moaned loudly,
Speaker 1: crying out her pleasure as her swollen pussy throbbed around
Speaker 1: his lips, his tongue pressing between her folds, her juices,
Speaker 1: covering his face, sucking her clit with voracious need. Dylan
Speaker 1: wanted deeper, He wanted more. Whatever this was, he needed
Speaker 1: more of it. Sliding his hands underneath her thighs, he
Speaker 1: lifted her up wall with the strength he didn't realize
Speaker 1: he had, pushing her legs over his shoulders. Mercy wrapped
Speaker 1: her thighs around his head, pulling him tightly against her.
Speaker 1: Wave after wave of orcasm cascaded through a body as
Speaker 1: Dylan drank every drop of her pleasure like a beast possessed.
Speaker 1: His body glowed with the energy her pussy gave him.
Speaker 1: Flipping her on toll force, he stalked behind her, growling
Speaker 1: with a low resonant tone. He felt his satisfaction already complete.
Speaker 1: But this was different. This was a carnal need to
Speaker 1: mark her, to make her his. Running his hands over
Speaker 1: her back, he pressed his erect cock against her still
Speaker 1: trembling pussy, before pushing deep inside. Repeatedly, he thrust with
Speaker 1: wild abandon, every movement harder faster than the last, the
Speaker 1: tip of his cog kissing every inch viciously of her
Speaker 1: throbbing pussy. In beautiful response, her pussy clutched at him,
Speaker 1: heavily massaging his girth as he fucked her deep in heart.
Speaker 1: His orgasm came without warning, a mass of energy that
Speaker 1: exploded inside Mercy, filling her with his seed. Closing his
Speaker 1: eyes as he listened to his panting groanes of pleasure,
Speaker 1: there was suddenly a memory a woman laying upon a stone.
Speaker 1: The light of the moon caressed her naked body. Her
Speaker 1: head dropped back over the edge, her lips rouged and welcoming.
Speaker 1: As he looked over her body, another man stood between
Speaker 1: her legs, tattoos adorned his body, muscles flexed as he
Speaker 1: pushed her legs apart roughly. In the shadows that surrounded them,
Speaker 1: Dylan could make out several of the naked men, all
Speaker 1: firmly toned, all obviously aroused. Dilan shook his head. Was
Speaker 1: it a memory of fantasy? Pulling back from Mercy, Dylan
Speaker 1: leaned against the wall. The gray mist had all but gone,
Speaker 1: and he felt more alive than ever. Damn it, he
Speaker 1: could fill his veins pulsing with energy. Despite the darkness
Speaker 1: in the room, Dylan could make out Mercy watching him
Speaker 1: with a look of concern. The room was fertily pitch black,
Speaker 1: but he could still see her. How you are satisfied, Lord,
Speaker 1: she asked, What is this? What is happening to me?
Speaker 1: Dylan growled, confused. Close your eyes again, my lord, you'll
Speaker 1: remember what this is, Mercy suggested, as she crawled across
Speaker 1: the floor, her hand moving over his chest, her head
Speaker 1: pressing gently against him. Dylan was confused. There was no
Speaker 1: two ways about it. Fucking this woman wasn't his satisfaction.
Speaker 1: To his surprise, he'd got little pleasure from it. Tasting
Speaker 1: her pussy was all consuming. It had fulfilled him in
Speaker 1: such a way he just couldn't describe. It had breathed
Speaker 1: life back into his body. He couldn't say why he
Speaker 1: actually trusted Mercy. He just did. She seemed so innocent,
Speaker 1: so submissive. Here's something in the back of his mind
Speaker 1: told him this might not be the case. Closing his
Speaker 1: eyes didn't let his mind drift back to when it
Speaker 1: all started. So part two of our little Cereal. I
Speaker 1: hope you're enjoying it. So where did it begin? For Dylan?
Speaker 1: What was this all about? Getting more and more mysterious?
Speaker 1: I hope you're enjoying it anyway. So next week, the
Speaker 1: next installment, I look forward to joining me next week
Speaker 1: when we can get wild in bed all over again.
Speaker 1: But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
Speaker 1: this is devil in wild, wishing you solacious dreams.
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