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Speaker 1: tonight's story. On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild
Speaker 1: and Bed, Carla starts to discover the kinkier side of
Speaker 1: her nature through an online chat room. Divorced and lonely,
Speaker 1: the relationship with her children seemingly cold and distant since
Speaker 1: the separation, Carla turns to an adult chat room for company,
Speaker 1: where she begins to explore her secret desires. Hi, it's
Speaker 1: Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
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Speaker 1: single moment. So I do hope you're laying in your
Speaker 1: bed and you're ready for this podcast. Your clothes are
Speaker 1: loosened as you just put those earbuds in and close
Speaker 1: your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure of my voice caress
Speaker 1: over your body. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure,
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 any tension, any stress. For
Speaker 1: the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and
Speaker 1: my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
Speaker 1: your time for sens or satisfaction, Your time to explore
Speaker 1: your inner passions as you listen to my voice and
Speaker 1: enjoy the story moving of your body. Carlo woke up
Speaker 1: early that morning to the familiar sense of fried bacon
Speaker 1: and freshly brewed coffee, lingering from previous practice, memories of
Speaker 1: happier time spent with her now in strange husband, and
Speaker 1: enjoyed the company of her kids once again. As the
Speaker 1: rays of dawn streamed through the small window of her
Speaker 1: humble suburban bungalow, she took comfort in the worn wooden
Speaker 1: furniture and threadbare carpet, surrounded by handcrafted keepsakes passed down
Speaker 1: through generations. This house wants to strong against adversities, but
Speaker 1: recent years have left marks evident within every crack and
Speaker 1: crevice of its walls. The silence was deafening at times,
Speaker 1: even more so since the breakup of her marriage. Although
Speaker 1: the children were with her most of the time, they
Speaker 1: seemed indifferent about the divorce at best, and at times
Speaker 1: even supportive and protective towards their father. Carla felt unseen,
Speaker 1: her feelings hidden behind layers of love and obligation. Something
Speaker 1: inside her yearned for validation, for intimacy beyond relationship boundaries.
Speaker 1: It wasn't just loneliness. It went deeper than what mere
Speaker 1: human touch could cure. Carla sought solace wherever she could
Speaker 1: find it, scrolling through Facebook pages looking for distractions amongst
Speaker 1: friends and acquaintances. Eventually, she stumbled on an unexpected suggestion.
Speaker 1: Desert deserts, a mysterious adult chater room filled with people
Speaker 1: eager to explore their deepest desires in their mature years.
Speaker 1: Carla took a breath, the whisper of anticipation at the
Speaker 1: thought of stepping into these foreign waters, concerned it would
Speaker 1: only leave her feeling vulnerable and exploited. However, curiosity had
Speaker 1: always been a driving force throughout her life. Perhaps taking
Speaker 1: risks would lead it back into a path towards happiness
Speaker 1: once more. Sowart's got your attention, pawn, her son equipped, jokingly,
Speaker 1: raising an eyebrow as he glanced over Carla's shoulder. Hey
Speaker 1: no need to be embarrassed, he smiled, reassuringly, attempting to
Speaker 1: diffuse the situation. Mimi merely shrugged dismissively, without lifting her
Speaker 1: gaze from her phone screen, maintaining her air of detachment
Speaker 1: deep down, though she too was curious, Carla took a
Speaker 1: long look at her son, amused. She noticed how much
Speaker 1: Nick resembled his father. Tall, with broad shoulders, full head
Speaker 1: of dark hair, his eyes radiated intelligence and wit. On
Speaker 1: the other hand, Mimi bore an almost identical likeness to herself.
Speaker 1: Both were beautiful, young adults growing up under the weight
Speaker 1: of circumstances beyond their control. Maybe they weren't indifferent after all.
Speaker 1: Perhaps there was a hope for them all to find
Speaker 1: peace together. I thought you had an evening class tonight,
Speaker 1: Carla asked her son, a smile on her face. I too,
Speaker 1: I just came back to change first and grab a
Speaker 1: quick bite, Nick explained, grabbing a rabviously made sandwich and
Speaker 1: a drink from the refrigerator. Unless she wanted me to
Speaker 1: make a pit stop at Dad's new place, Nick quipped,
Speaker 1: instantly regretting it. The conversation suddenly turned awkward, leaving both
Speaker 1: him and karlat momentarily tongue tied. They sat quietly around
Speaker 1: the kitchen table, sipping their drinks in discomfort. Karl couldn't
Speaker 1: help but feel guilty for putting her son through such
Speaker 1: an uneasy change. She knew how sensitive he was regarding
Speaker 1: matters over his parents' separation. Eventually, Mimi decided to change
Speaker 1: the subject altogether, asking her brother lecture or lab. Ugh, Oh,
Speaker 1: evenings are always lectures history of computer science tonight, Nick said, eagerly,
Speaker 1: grabbing the life preserver her sister just threw him. They
Speaker 1: never allow labs at night. That would be way too
Speaker 1: much fun, he chuckled. The atmosphere began to lighten again,
Speaker 1: allowing room for discussion and laughter. The siblings teased their
Speaker 1: mother playfully, banishing some of the early attention from the room.
Speaker 1: Carla appreciated her children's sense of humor. Despite the challenges
Speaker 1: they faced daily, Their ability to joke in the spirits
Speaker 1: brought some semblance of normalcy back into her heart, albeit temporarily.
Speaker 1: While watching her offspring engage in carefree exchanges, Carla secretly
Speaker 1: wondered if joining desert desserts might provide similar relief, albeit fleeting.
Speaker 1: Finishing his sandwich. Nick grabbed his backpack and drink and
Speaker 1: leaned toward the door and said, well, time for glass.
Speaker 1: I have to go as well. Mimi added. Goodbye Mum,
Speaker 1: she said as she kissed Carla on the right cheek,
Speaker 1: then stared daggers at Nick. Oh go goodbye. Month two,
Speaker 1: Nick stammered, leaning in to kiss his mother on the
Speaker 1: left cheek. The gesture was brief and held little meaning
Speaker 1: compared to the powerful connection they used to share before
Speaker 1: the divorce. Nevertheless, it offered Krla a glimpse of nostalgia,
Speaker 1: bringing back memories of happier times. As they walked out
Speaker 1: the front door, Carla watched them walk away, their silhouettes
Speaker 1: gradually dissolving into the distance with bittersweet undertones. She closed
Speaker 1: the door behind them and prepared herself for another solitary evening.
Speaker 1: Sitting alone in the living room and dressed only in
Speaker 1: her cozy pajamas, her mind drifted to the idea of
Speaker 1: exploring dessert desserts. The more she contemplated it, the more
Speaker 1: fascinating and enticing the prospect became. At least, it would
Speaker 1: give her a chance to connect with others on the
Speaker 1: level she hadn't experienced in quite some time. Besides, she reasoned,
Speaker 1: nothing ventured, nothing gained. Carla took another deep breath and
Speaker 1: held it as she completed the registration, amazed by the
Speaker 1: number of bits of information they needed just for some
Speaker 1: adult conversation. Finally, the only remaining thing left was her profile,
Speaker 1: something she surprisingly hadn't been prepared for. After signing up
Speaker 1: and selecting a username, curves and conversations, she uploaded pictures
Speaker 1: of herself taking several years ago, showing off her voluptuous frame.
Speaker 1: These were carefully chosen, displaying her confidence and sensuality rather
Speaker 1: than her age. Finally, she wrote an inviting message to
Speaker 1: potential partners, highlighting her interest seeking someone kind, honest, and
Speaker 1: equally adventurous. Feeling like she had accomplished something, Carla pressed
Speaker 1: to submit button impatiently waited for responses. An hour passed
Speaker 1: and she had nothing to show for it, her notification
Speaker 1: and view account o sero. Frustrated and disheartened, Carla considered
Speaker 1: abandoning the sight entirely. Just as she reached for her
Speaker 1: laptop to shut it down, a new message popped up,
Speaker 1: Why there would you like a couple of tips? Carla
Speaker 1: hesitated briefly uncertain, but compelled by the sudden interest. After all,
Speaker 1: she figured, why shouldn't she take advantage of the opportunity
Speaker 1: provided Maybe finding some one on here wouldn't be so
Speaker 1: bad after all, so she replied with caution, typing very
Speaker 1: slowly to remove any typos. Hello, nice to hear from you. Yes,
Speaker 1: please send me those tips. My name is Carla. By
Speaker 1: the way, I appreciate your help. Thank you, she typed,
Speaker 1: hitting enter with the mix of apprehension and anticipation. Immediately,
Speaker 1: a private chat windowed opened up, displaying a stranger's name
Speaker 1: alongside hers. An answer popped back, No problem. First thing
Speaker 1: we should talk about is a camera. As a broadcaster,
Speaker 1: it helps to turn it on, it read with a
Speaker 1: wink emoji. But I'm not a broadcaster, Carla responded tentively,
Speaker 1: somewhat puzzled by the request. Then, in horror, Carla looked
Speaker 1: at her account's settings and realized it somehow her subscription
Speaker 1: changed and she unwillingly transformed into a broadcast model. This
Speaker 1: wasn't supposed to happen, especially considering her reluctance to appear
Speaker 1: live on camera. Her anxiety heightened as she frame panticly
Speaker 1: tried to disable the feature, hoping no one else could
Speaker 1: see her. Meanwhile, her partner kept offering helpful suggestions, trying
Speaker 1: to put her at ease. Carla felt increasingly self conscious
Speaker 1: and exposed. She started thinking about closing the tab, immediately,
Speaker 1: escaping this unfamiliar world forever. No, please don't. Her response
Speaker 1: popped up as if answering Carla's saults. If you look
Speaker 1: anywhere close to the pictures you posted, then you would
Speaker 1: be doing this sight of service by being a broadcaster.
Speaker 1: This stranger continued to persuade her, insisting that seeing a
Speaker 1: real person made the whole experience more authentic. Reluctantly, Carla agreed,
Speaker 1: knowing that it was at least a positive option available.
Speaker 1: As she activated the webcam, she glanced nervously at the mirror,
Speaker 1: taking deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Once the
Speaker 1: video feed went live, she found herself acutely aware of
Speaker 1: her surroundings. The cluttered bookshelf behind her, the scuff marks
Speaker 1: on the wallpaper, all aspects reflecting her harsh reality. Wow,
Speaker 1: just wow, her computer popped in response to Carla's camera feed.
Speaker 1: Never doubt yourself like that again, Improvements do need to
Speaker 1: be made, but not in your natural looks. Before Karla
Speaker 1: could respond to the flattery, the pop of another message
Speaker 1: came in. Oh and hi, I'm Max, the mysterious helper
Speaker 1: introduced himself, his voice coming through the speakers. The image
Speaker 1: displayed a young man with a muscular build sporting a
Speaker 1: full bush of black hair that cascaded over his shoulders.
Speaker 1: His eyes were piercing, capturing Carla's gaze effortlessly. Although slightly intimidating,
Speaker 1: Carla took comfort in the fact that this individual seemed
Speaker 1: to possess an insight she sought. His voice was warm
Speaker 1: and calm, caressing her body with every word without hesitation.
Speaker 1: She asked him what other improvements she could make to
Speaker 1: maximize her appeal without skipping a beat, Max suggested as
Speaker 1: she changed from the pajamas as it hid too much
Speaker 1: of her. Surprised by his honesty but grateful for his candle,
Speaker 1: Carla loosened the buttons on her pajama top, exposing her
Speaker 1: collar bones. She smiled sheepishly into the camera. Is this better,
Speaker 1: she whispered softly. Definitely, Now I can admire your curves
Speaker 1: and features more easily. Oh wait, sorry, that sounded wrong.
Speaker 1: Let me rephrase your appearance, including your lovely rack, Max said,
Speaker 1: gesturing towards Carla's chest with a smile, feeling for stray.
Speaker 1: Feeling flustered and aroused simultaneously, Carla let out a shaky giggle.
Speaker 1: Thank you, but please call me Carla, she requested, wanting
Speaker 1: to establish an informal tone. Max nodded, knowingly acknowledging her
Speaker 1: desire for closeness outside the virtual sphere. Okay, Carla, here's
Speaker 1: my suggestion. In terms of the lighting, try turning off
Speaker 1: all the lights except one dim lamp near the bed.
Speaker 1: This will create a warm ambience and set the perfect mood.
Speaker 1: Carla followed Max's guidance, making sure to strike the ideal
Speaker 1: balance between light and shadow and clothes wise. Max paused
Speaker 1: thoughtfully observing Carla's dress. How about you wear something flowy,
Speaker 1: preferably white, and let it drape elegantly over your curves.
Speaker 1: It will accentuate your assets without restricting movement, Max explained,
Speaker 1: with authority. Listening closely, Carla wondered whether he had a
Speaker 1: background in fashion design or modeling. She decided to follow
Speaker 1: his advice, slipping on a loose fitted nightgown away from
Speaker 1: the camera. Upon looking at herself in the mirror, she
Speaker 1: couldn't believe the transformation. With renewed confidence and determination, she
Speaker 1: returned to the chat box. Perfect choice, you look stunning,
Speaker 1: and remember communication is crucial. Be bold and express your
Speaker 1: desires directly, Max complimented. Carla blushed Crimson under the glow
Speaker 1: of the lone lamp, feeling the heat radiate through her body. Nervously,
Speaker 1: she cleared her throat and began speaking with a sense
Speaker 1: of urgency. So ah, how exactly does one go about
Speaker 1: initiating a session? Just say what you want, be clear
Speaker 1: and assertive about your intention, Max instructed, matter of factly.
Speaker 1: Carl nodded, gaining confidence from his straightforward demeanor. What turns
Speaker 1: you on most in times of intimacy? What specific desires
Speaker 1: do you enjoy? Carla hesitated before replying, I think we're
Speaker 1: both adults here, so I guess I can tell you
Speaker 1: that kissing passionately and intimacy starting slow and building intensity gradually.
Speaker 1: And I love receiving oral sex. She mentioned, her cheeks
Speaker 1: reddening ever so slightly. That sounds fantastic. How about incorporating
Speaker 1: a little bondage, Max proposed nonchalantly. Carla felt her pulse
Speaker 1: quickened at the prospect of experience true intimate pleasure. However,
Speaker 1: she remained guarded. I'm sure whether she truly trusted this
Speaker 1: complete stranger enough to indulge in such kinks. Boldened by
Speaker 1: Max's encouragement, Carla eventually mustered the courage to admit her
Speaker 1: curiosity about experimenting with bondage. Though initially hesitant, Max assured
Speaker 1: her that they would progress slowly, giving ample time for
Speaker 1: Carla to adapt and explore boundaries safely. As she listened
Speaker 1: to his words drifting over her immersing her mind in
Speaker 1: a world of suggested fantasy, of yet unknown desires and satisfaction,
Speaker 1: Carla found herself sinking into the sound of his voice,
Speaker 1: the gentle vibrations that danced over her body. Staring at
Speaker 1: the screen, she lost herself in his profile picture, just
Speaker 1: for a moment, wondering how it might be to feel
Speaker 1: his hands, his fingers slowly moving over her body, to
Speaker 1: feel him artfully caressing the soft curves of her neck,
Speaker 1: A shudder round through her body, a sudden a growing
Speaker 1: between her thighs she had forgotten for so long. Without thinking,
Speaker 1: her fingertips caressed the soft skin of her neck and
Speaker 1: dragging her warm glows slowly over her shoulders, caressing the
Speaker 1: gentle curves underneath her nightgown. There was something almost hypnotic
Speaker 1: about this man, something about his voice that moved through
Speaker 1: her body, lulled her into her deepest passions without trying.
Speaker 1: The sensations that gripped her body only accelerated as Carla
Speaker 1: realized how swollen her nipples were just from the thought
Speaker 1: of its hands over her shoulders, dipping her night dress
Speaker 1: over her naked skin. Gasping from a mixture of desire
Speaker 1: and surprise at how strong the passion gripped Carla's mind,
Speaker 1: she wondered how it would fail to feel his arms
Speaker 1: around her, lifting her from her seat and bending her
Speaker 1: over the dressing table, letting her rope fall to the side,
Speaker 1: and exposing her wet desire, biting her lips. As her
Speaker 1: passion grew, her hand drifted naturally between her thighs, stroking
Speaker 1: the swollen mound of her pussy. The electricity passing through
Speaker 1: a click vibrated with the dark intensity, and she swore
Speaker 1: she could feel the tip of his cock teasing at
Speaker 1: her pussy, the throbbing head of his manhood pressing between
Speaker 1: her folds as she washed his face in the mirror,
Speaker 1: his gaze intensified with pleasure, with lust, with the need
Speaker 1: to fuck her deeply. Carla's fingers exploed or deep inside
Speaker 1: her own pussy, tracing the line of his cock, feeling
Speaker 1: her lips swollen around him as he thrust even deeper,
Speaker 1: his fingernails digging into her ass, pulling her back against
Speaker 1: him as he tightened along her body. Her thumb rubbed
Speaker 1: her clip roughly as she felt him swell inside her,
Speaker 1: the tip of his cock kissing along the walls of
Speaker 1: her pussy, the warm heat of every inch of his
Speaker 1: erection caressing her sex in the most intimate way. Her
Speaker 1: fingers tormented her clip roughly as the long length of
Speaker 1: his cock continued to fuck her even deeper. Carl looked
Speaker 1: up into the mirror and saw the intensity in his eyes.
Speaker 1: The swemming grew within her body as she gripped at
Speaker 1: the table, her pussy clutching along his cock, squeezing at it.
Speaker 1: The pleasure and he continued to grow. She tried to
Speaker 1: control it, tried to hold herself on the edge, but
Speaker 1: it had been so long the attempt was futile. As
Speaker 1: her body collapsed into the ravine of pleasure, her orgasm
Speaker 1: cascading down through every nerve, every cell as her body
Speaker 1: trembled in a wave of satisfaction. Slowly her breathing returned
Speaker 1: to normal, the trembles moving through a body subsiding into
Speaker 1: a warm after glow. Carla stared at the screen and
Speaker 1: realized it was blank. She called out Max, are you there?
Speaker 1: And waited, hoping for a response. So what's happened to Max?
Speaker 1: Where did he go? Was he ever there at all? Well?
Speaker 1: To answer these questions and dive deeper into Carla's desires,
Speaker 1: you will have to tune in next week. So until then,
Speaker 1: and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil
Speaker 1: and Wild wishing you salacious dreams as you have enjoyed
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