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my voice and feel the story moving through your body
as you enjoy tonight's show. The clacking of the rail
tracks slowed as a train pulled into another station. It
had been so long since. Jonathan had been in this area,
so very long. There was much of the passing scenery
that looked familiar, much that took him back to a
time before all the crap, before he had become known.
Life is somewhat simpler then. Sometimes he felt he had
sold his soul for all the success he had amassed,
so that's what it was worth. It wasn't even him,
just some strange stage name, some man that he had
the passing resemblance to. But the reality was that's where
the likeness stopped. This weekend was a homecoming concert, the
one gig that was meant to bring it altogether, where
the celebrity met the hometown boy. So why the hell
did he feel sick to the stomach with the thought
of it. Already he had skipped the circus of black
SUVs and tour buses to catch a train. His cellphone
had been turned off the moment he had boarded. No
doubt Marcus, his agent, was having kittens trying to track
him down. The thought actually made him smile. As the
train pulled out of another station, another step back into
his past. Jonathan stroked to the mist on the window
with the back of his hand, horses ran across the
fields a scape the path of the train, his roar
pulsing through the ground, through the carriages as it carved
its path through the beautiful countryside. As the sun slowly
fell across the horizon, he immersed himself in another daydream
of who he used to be before the world fell
at his feet. Back then he was free, back before
the prison of stage locked him away forever. After what
seemed like hours, the train started slowing as it approached
another station, the fields becoming more and more familiar with
every mile that passed. Jonathan felt his youth rising around him,
memories of people and times. Somehow, even back then, he
knew he was different. So many people were just happy
to stay where they were, not him. He needed more.
He needed an adventure, and by god, did he find one.
He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted, not
if he'd known the price it was attached to it.
Simple memories, happy recollections danced through his mind as he
watched the town around him coming into focus. His mind
suddenly made up. Jonathan stood and grabbed his single suitcase,
making for the train door. Stepping out onto the platform,
he suddenly realized his mistake. Of course, if this had
been properly choreographed, it would not be raining right now,
and he certainly would not be stood in it in
just shirt and pants with a look of what the
fuck am I doing here whilst listening to the train
pulling out from the station. Shit, he didn't know if
there was another one tonight, and he sure as hell
didn't have anywhere to stay. It had been at least
twenty years since he was here. He hoped it hadn't
changed that much, and a bar across the footbridge, somewhere
dry and warm where he could at least get a drink.
As he crossed the apex of the footbridge, the welcoming
glow of the bar sign came into sight, shimmering in
the rain. A warm breeze of beer and long fire
embraced him. As he opened the door, his skin tingled
as the last remnants of the chill left his body. Suddenly,
his chest fell extremely cold under the wet shirt, the
warmth of the bar attracting his attention to just how
wet he was. His skin tingled with the contrast of
heat and cold rain, pushing his fingers through his hair
to remove some stray strands off his face. A cascade
of water fell down his back, reminding him how heavy
the rain had been and that he had actually been
out there without a coat. He shivered, perhaps a little
over dramatically. Reaching the wooden bar, he pushed the suitcase
against it and poured a stool next to him, maneuvering
it underneath him. He smiled at the young girl behind
the bar before saying a large molt. Running his fingers
back through his hair, he added and a towel before
attempting a half askern the hell was he doing? He
could be in a five star hotel by now, warmly
showered an ordering room service, but oh no, he had
to go and do his own thing, and for what.
Taking a large gold from the glass of golden heat
placed before him, he roughly pushed a towel over his head,
relieved that it afforded him some comfort. The bar lady
watched him for a while, tipping her head side to
side as if studying him, before asking have I seen you?
Speaker 2: Before? Jonathan could feel a curse rising to his lips.
He just wanted some time to himself and not be hassled.
Was that really too much? I haven't been around here
in a very long time. Apparently I do bear a
passing resemblance to a couple of famous people, though, he
excused himself as he took another gulp of whiskey. Her
eyes squinted. There was something very disarming about that look,
something that reminded him of all sorts of things from
his past. It must be something in the water around
here that they all looked like that, he mused to himself.
No one famous. Your way too old to be famous,
she said, smiling as she turned before continuing, Mum will
be down in a moment. She remembers everyone's faces, she said,
with a hint of amusement to her voice. God, I
hope not. Jonathan thought. It might have been many years
since he was last here, but small towns like this
place have long memories, and he'd earned a reputation back then,
one he'd rather forget. As a bar woman returned, he
raised his hand to order another drink, the warmth of
the gold liquid tracing a fire down his chest, forcing
another shudder through his body. So what's your name, he asked,
thankful for a friendly voice. He still couldn't fathom why
he got off the train here, of all places she
had long since left, and everyone else, no doubt, wouldn't
want to see him after what they'd been caught doing.
Oh it's Gwen, the bar lady answered. Jonathan almost spat
his whisky out, suppressing a joke and a burning sensation
in his nostrils caused by stray whiskey. That's unusual. Are
you named after anyone in particular? He ventured, just some
singer from the last century. Apparently, Gwen responded as she
started wiping glasses and replacing them on the shelves. Jonathan
grinned into his glass of whiskey. That was a name
he hadn't expected to hear, and certainly not with that attribute.
Taking a sip from his glass, he let his mind
wander back twenty years actually, to this very bar. It
had all started in that corner booth, two friends talking
that would end in a night of passion that spread
itself the length and breadth of this small town, a
night that ended in both of them being discredited. It's strange,
but for all the intense hookups and sexual games he
had since, that one night still made his toes curled
with desire and his cock twitch at the thought of it.
There were no accessories or other people, no batteries, just
a young couple with dirty imaginations and a willingness to
try anything. If you have that kind of magical chemistry,
you frankly don't need anything else. His legs throbbed from
the memory the since of nettles under his thighs as
he lay on them, looking up at her. God, she
had ridden him hard that night. Turning his head, he
looked toward a far window before taking his glass and
suitcase to stand there, staring out at the field opposite
in the failing light of dusk, Staring at that field
as if it was only yesterday That evening returned so quickly.
She was staying with her parents, and so them going
back to her place wasn't on the cards, and he
was only passing through, visiting her to say hi. None
of that night was planned, everything spur of the moment,
everything driven by pure and adulterated passion. Just over the field,
the spire of Saint Andrew's rose into the night, lit
by the same spotlights on the ground that it had
been then, the very same spotlights that had condemned them
both and exposed their carnal luck to the unforgiving gazes
of her parents. Even knowing all of that, it still
made his cock hard and throb for that moment all
over again. And when they were both dragged in front
of her parents, her father his gaze burning with the
ferocity at them both. You stink of fucking, he sneered
with a barely controlled rage, before shouting at Jonathan to
leave and never see his daughter again. Of course, they
had protested that time and several times after, but it
all fell on deaf ears. It was actually the last
time he had seen Sue, but that night still made
him ache like no other time before or since. He
closed his eyes. Her warm breath caressed his neck just
as it had all that time ago. He could feel
her wet lips teasing at his naked skin, tormenting him
with the promise of pleasure. Thing about her filled him
with a desire, a need like no one else, and
her voice as she spoke had such a warmth of humor.
It spoke to him in ways he never thought possible.
So many times he had thought she was the one,
even as friends before the sex. How many times had
he wanted to tell her and yet couldn't didn't. Maybe
things would have turned out different if only he had,
if he'd actually let her in. But he didn't. He
never let anyone in, and that was a choice he
would have to live with, as heavy as it hung
around his neck. It was his mistake. It was his
life sentence reminiscing are we her voice teased at the
back of his neck, that damn whisper of hers that
wrenched him back twenty years and then wrenched him back
again into the here and now. He didn't want to
open his eyes, not now. He wanted this voice to
be in his daydream so he could hold onto it.
Once he opened his eyes, he knew it would be real,
and if it was real, it would go again. Better
have a pretend dream forever than a fleeting reality, he
thought to himself. After the longest moment, he did open
his eyes, and a twenty year old past hit him
straight there in the forehead. She was older, of course,
her red hair, tingerous streaks of gray, and an erotic
sexiness underlying it all. God, she was still beautiful. Her eyes,
those beautiful blue eyes, watched him, reflecting her smile, that
beautifully mischievous smile. He looked drenched come upstairs, she said,
leaving him stood shocked and silent behind her. He was
still stood there, dazed by even seeing her after all
this time. When she reached the bottom of the staircase
to the private apartment, I don't believe you were this
hard to get upstairs before, she grinned as she opened
the door. Hurry up, or I might change my mind,
she said, as she slipped through the door into the
shadows beyond. Shaking his mind free of the haze of memory,
he grabbed his suitcase and followed her up the narrow staircase.
He eventually caught up with her in a large living
room floored to ceiling windows framed the lights of the
town laid out before them. She returned from whichever room
she had just visited with a large, fluffy towel. Handing
it to him, she whispered, take your shirt off. Jonathan
stood for a moment. This woman just threw him off center.
Every single time he'd seen women that were a lot
more glamorous, tall, a slimmer, but damned something about this
woman just grabbed him between his thighs and squeezed his balls.
With everything she did to him, she was the embodiment
of sexy, but he couldn't say why. That is probably
why after twenty years, he still aches for her. Watching
him for a moment, she tutched to herself as she
pushed her fingers through its shirt buttons, releasing each one.
Droplets of rain caressed down his body. As she pushed
his wet shirt over his shoulders. She looked up at
him and grinned wildly. It's been a long time, but
some things don't change, she said, grabbing his hard cock.
He wasn't even aware he was erect, but damn he was.
How do you make me so hard? Soue you always did,
he said, holding her gaze as she massaged the length
of his cock through his pants. Maybe you're frustrated because
we never finished what we started all those years ago,
she said, as a pad of her thumb pushed over
the tip of his cock, forcing a groan from his lips.
Her fingers released a button on her jeans, letting them
fall to the floor, her fingers hurriedly exploring inside her panties.
A gasper erupped her from her lips, and her fingers
pushed unseen inside of her moving her hand back again.
She caressed her damp fingers over Jonathan's lips, teasing him
with her taste, before saying, maybe we both do. Shall
we see if a fuck for old times sake will
put this behind us, she said, loosening his pants and
sliding them down his thighs as her hand slid down
the back of his legs. Her body lowered until she
knelt before him, his cock proudly erect before her. The
sensations of her lips kissing up and down his shaft
forced louder and louder moans from him. Feeling her lips
caress a very tip of him, His head fell back
in submission to the pleasure, his eyes rolling into the
back of his head. His fingers pushed through her hair,
desperate to regain some stability, fearful his knees might buckle
from the weight of pleasure. Her tongue circled his cock,
teasing around his girth as her fingers explored his bulls,
massaging them as one finger extended to rub along that
space between his balls and his ass, the one finger
sending a whole new type of pleasure through his body. Damn,
his orgasm was already rising through him. Looking down Seeing
Sue's eyes looking back up at him as she slid
her mouth along the entirety of his cock, he just
intensified the sensations. God, her face was so blissful as
it slid along him. She looked like she was enjoying
every second of having him in her mouth, and that
made his cock swell even harder. Let me be inside
your pussy, he moaned quietly, nervous that if he said
anything too loud he would just explode here and now.
With one last flick of her tongue, she slid her
mouth back, releasing his cock, before pushing herself back on
to the sofa. Moving her panties to one side, Sue
teased him with a wet pussy. That pussy he had
dreamt about for the past twenty years was right in
front of him, glistening with her slick, pulsing gently.
Speaker 3: For his cock.
Speaker 2: Fuck. He needed this, he thought, as he pushed his
entire length inside of her, her fingers clutching at his
length as he thrust in and out, wrapping her legs
around him. Sue intensified the sensation by rocking her pelvis
as he thrust it tightened the clutching sensation of a
pussy along his cock. Her pussy grasped at him, massaged him.
There was no way he could stop himself from coming.
He just felt too good, too intense. But he didn't
want to come alone. He had waited twenty years to
fuck this lady properly, like she deserved to be fucked.
He didn't want to ruin it again. Plunging his hand
between her thighs, his fingers massaged her clip ferociously, rubbing
it furiously against his cock. He knew he couldn't wait
much longer, but he wanted her to come with him.
He wanted them to share the satisfaction. Her thighs tightened
around him, pulling him hard onto her. Her hands moved
on to her breast, pinching at her nipples with a
violent desire. Suddenly, her ass pushed down into the sofa,
her lips raised to meet his thrust as she cried out,
urging him to come. Watching her face erupt in pleasure,
feeling her pussy, feeling her pussy grip his cock with
desperate need, just forced him to erupt inside her, his
heart comfilling every corner of her pussy. She giggled gently
as the last drops of his cumb shot inside her,
watching her for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her
raft to glow, moving up and down his shaft. He
then suddenly dropped to his knees and pushed her legs
over his shoulders. His hands grasped the gloves of her
ass as he lifted her dripping pussy to his lips,
gently sucking on her still throbbing lips, and Jonathan's thumbs
pushed between her thighs. His fingers gently pushed the hood
of her clid back, exposing its beautifully pulsing pink heart,
the tip of his tongue slowly flicking across it, scenting
fresh pulses of electricity through her body, Her thighs tightening
around his head, always a pleasure, resonating so intensely, forcing
convulsions to move through her. The august and she once
thought to pass, sprung to life again, returning even more
intensely as his tongue flicked voraciously at her clit. Unable
to suppress her moans anymore, she heard a sound leaving
her lips, one that she had never heard herself make before.
Less of a moan, more of a growl her core
clutch would need as his tongue explored inside the cream
of his cundrip from her lips and caressed her ass,
only to be savored by his tongue and lips as
he rimmed that sensitive rosette before moving back higher and
tormenting her clit once more, her orgasm growing a ferocious storm,
swirling in her body, every stroke of his tongue caressing
her need, fueling her desire, her lips clutching, pulsing as
his thumbs pushed her pussy apart, his tongue probing deep
inside of her, tasting every inch of her cump of
there come as Jonathan fuelled her orgasm relentlessly pursued it
until she begged him to stop. The sensitivity vibrating from
head to toe was just too much to bear. Looking up,
his eyes glowed mischievously as he raised his head, slowly
moving his body up hers, her legs sliding off his
shoulders as she moved. She shuddered incontrollably as his wet
lips brushed over a throbbing nipples. Eventually their eyes fixed
on each other's gaze. She was panting gently, subsiding as
He placed one hand on either side of her face,
his fingers running through her hair as their tongues explored
each other's mouths, tasting the beautifully seductive taste of their
combined or gasoms. Her body still trembling, she ran her
fingers along his back and joining the arch she created
as he pressed against her. Focusing on this beautifully intense
gaze once more, she whispered, you have a promise to keep,
so part two of this fantasy next week. I hope
you're enjoying it. I wonder what the promise might be. Oh,
there's so many questions on this one, so many questions.
But I hope you will join me next week when
we can get wild in Bed all over again. But
until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this
is devil in Wild. WI should use salacious dreams. As
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