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Speaker 1: On Wild and Bed, part two of our erotic time
Speaker 1: traveling pirate fantasy, Catherine is attempting to return to her
Speaker 1: home port with her teenage fantasy of a pirate, but
Speaker 1: in the back of her mind, concerns over the next
Speaker 1: steps after he leaves the yacht plague her. What if
Speaker 1: he gets arrested, Will he try and fight with everyone
Speaker 1: he disagrees with? Where the hell could she find him
Speaker 1: some clothes? With doubt outter doubt growing as they approach
Speaker 1: port Talbot, is her fancy about to turn into a nightmare? Hi,
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Speaker 1: of the yacht, watching William guide the boat artfully through
Speaker 1: the sea. She had to admit he really did look
Speaker 1: like this was his natural place to be, naked, his
Speaker 1: hands firmly grasping the wheel. For some reason, the moment
Speaker 1: he took the helm, he reminded her of a lion
Speaker 1: watching over his territory. He seemed taller, broader, his muscles
Speaker 1: flexed in the morning sun, the hint of sweat glinting
Speaker 1: on his torso. He looked the epitome of a pirate.
Speaker 1: Everything she had ever fantasized about as a teenager, he
Speaker 1: was just on the modern yacht. He most definitely wasn't
Speaker 1: the Admiral, her long distant great grandfather was a founding
Speaker 1: father of Port Talbot, even though he must have been
Speaker 1: at sea about the same time. They had decided to
Speaker 1: go without the sat nav system, as William just screamed
Speaker 1: at it as it gave off a weird crackle, obviously
Speaker 1: malfunctioning anyway, which of course meant it was demonic. Once
Speaker 1: he had stopped threatening to slit its kissets, to which
Speaker 1: Catherine had to muster all WheelPower not to laugh, she
Speaker 1: switched it off. There probably was a quicker way to
Speaker 1: Port Talbert, but this route was very relaxed and private,
Speaker 1: so private that Catherine decided to succumb to a pirate legend.
Speaker 1: Her eyes traced over the tattoos on his arms, watching
Speaker 1: his strong fingers flex on the wheel. Just watching his
Speaker 1: hands move over the whill made her throb gently. There
Speaker 1: was something about him that made her feel like she
Speaker 1: had known him forever. He had a demeanor that was
Speaker 1: simple and straightforward, even if that didn't mean he would
Speaker 1: threaten everything around him, a demeanor quite different to the
Speaker 1: men she had known. The artwork that adorned his body
Speaker 1: tangled over his swarthy skin. He wasn't the golden brown
Speaker 1: of the men that she could see on any beach.
Speaker 1: He was a dark Mediterranean brown of a man that
Speaker 1: had been lashed by the sun, whipped by the salt
Speaker 1: water of the sea, and then come back for more.
Speaker 1: The figures tattooed on his arms seemed to move as
Speaker 1: his biceps flexed, controlling the ship with his very presence.
Speaker 1: Her eyes drifted over the plane of his stomach, his
Speaker 1: muscles weren't touched in the same way as those of
Speaker 1: someone with a dose of gim obsession, but underneath his
Speaker 1: skin they writhed and moved in unity, hinting at a
Speaker 1: strength those chim bunnies could not dream of. Catherine stretched
Speaker 1: out her legs over the cushioned bench, enjoying the sea
Speaker 1: breeze and the caress of the sun. Closing her eyes,
Speaker 1: she swore William was seeing to himself while someone was singing.
Speaker 1: She could hear the faint sound of the voices over
Speaker 1: the noise of the yacht as it carved its path
Speaker 1: through the waves, almost as if the crash of the
Speaker 1: waves against the hull were a chorus to the song.
Speaker 1: They were in such perfect time, so this legend, she
Speaker 1: called out, about women having to be naked aboard a ship.
Speaker 1: Do you want to test it? Do you think the
Speaker 1: seas will calm if I take my clothes off now?
Speaker 1: She grinned as she bit her lip playfully, her fingers
Speaker 1: teasing at the buttons of her shirt. Mistress, for a
Speaker 1: siren such as your good self, I think the tide
Speaker 1: would stop if you were naked aboard a vessel, William
Speaker 1: growled roughly, his eyes focusing on her fingers. His semi
Speaker 1: erect twitching I, on the other hand, might be another
Speaker 1: proposition altogether. Catherine slipped her fingers along the line of
Speaker 1: her buttons, releasing each one slowly, her eyes fixated on
Speaker 1: the growing example of manhood between William's muscular thighs. Sliding
Speaker 1: her hand up and down her soft stomach, she pushed
Speaker 1: her shirt back the sea air, biting viciously at her nipples,
Speaker 1: forcing them into painfully tied peaks, circling them with her fingers,
Speaker 1: enticing them further. A whimper escaped her lips before she
Speaker 1: pinched them gently. The ship pitched to the side, forcing
Speaker 1: a spray of ocean water to soak Catherine. Laughing, she shouted,
Speaker 1: eyes on the sea, Captain Blackheart, I don't want to
Speaker 1: drown today. William grumbled as his gaze refocused on the horizon,
Speaker 1: his growing erection revealing his hidden thoughts. Catherine pushed one
Speaker 1: deck shoe and then the other from her feet, letting
Speaker 1: them fall to the deck, before her fingers teased over
Speaker 1: the wet waistband of her jeans, releasing each button with
Speaker 1: painfully slow movements. She lifted her hips and pushed the
Speaker 1: sudden denim over her thighs, exposing herself intimately to the sea.
Speaker 1: Air parting her legs, the breeze brushed over her naked lips,
Speaker 1: sending a tremble through her body. Captain Blackhart, she called,
Speaker 1: I seemed to be very wet. William grinned wildly, not
Speaker 1: letting his eyes lower from the horizon. If only there
Speaker 1: was a big, muscular pirate who might help this maiden
Speaker 1: in distress, she said, wistfully. I'd wager you are her
Speaker 1: maiden mistress. You are, though most definitely a temptous siren.
Speaker 1: William crowed so at Catherine teases her fingers moved between
Speaker 1: her thighs, massaging her false gently. She could feel William's
Speaker 1: eyes flicking down to a pussy, caressing her angry red
Speaker 1: lips and exploring her deeper, pushing her fingers between her
Speaker 1: folds just enough to expose the delicate bloom of her passion.
Speaker 1: She moaned loudly. She would like to say it was
Speaker 1: with a faux passion, but that would be a lie.
Speaker 1: Her pussy was possibtively dripping, clutching frantically at her fingers
Speaker 1: as she explored inside. If anything, she was barely controlling
Speaker 1: the lust in her body. There was just something about
Speaker 1: this man that made her pussy ache with need. Just
Speaker 1: how the fuck did he do this to her? Watching
Speaker 1: him as his hands grasped the will as if it
Speaker 1: was the last same thing on the planet, his cock
Speaker 1: twitched furiously in the air. Damn, she could feel it
Speaker 1: throbbing from here. Catherine licked her lips, slowly, remembering the
Speaker 1: sensation of that very same cock teasing her throat. Something
Speaker 1: flashed in William's eyes, the fire that seemed to make
Speaker 1: his eyes glow. He grabbed a rope from the side
Speaker 1: and lashed the will, securing their direction. Leaving the helm,
Speaker 1: he stalked across the deck, his body tight with lust. Well,
Speaker 1: my teasing siren, maybe you should learn some manners, he
Speaker 1: gritted out. Grabbing her wrists roughly, he pulled her from
Speaker 1: the bench and walked it to the rigging on the mast,
Speaker 1: turning her and pushing her face against a rough rope.
Speaker 1: His body pressed along her back, pulling her wrists up,
Speaker 1: securing them with the rope in his hand. His erection
Speaker 1: pressed against her ass as his palms slid over her hips,
Speaker 1: pulling her back against him. His throbbing length, positively burned
Speaker 1: between her cheeks. She could feel her pussy clutching for
Speaker 1: him desperately, a wanton desire she just hadn't thought she
Speaker 1: was possible of until now, pressing against her, pushing her
Speaker 1: against the rigging. Her nipples rubbed over the rope, sending
Speaker 1: bod of electricity pulsing through her body. The tip of
Speaker 1: his cock burned against her private rosette, the one place
Speaker 1: she still considered herself virginal. To her surprise, her ass
Speaker 1: pushed back against him. She had never even considered anal
Speaker 1: sex before, but as her legs parted at their own volition,
Speaker 1: it was clear to Catherine her body had ideas and
Speaker 1: wasn't going to discuss them with her brain. William's breath
Speaker 1: burned at her ears. His lips caressed her neck roughly,
Speaker 1: his beard tingling over her soft skin, like the idea
Speaker 1: of a little punishment, my siren, he whispered hoarsely, Hi, Captain,
Speaker 1: I do she muttered her response, surprised at the words
Speaker 1: leaving her mouth. Obviously this was a thought that William
Speaker 1: enjoyed as well, given how viciously his cock pulsed against
Speaker 1: her without waiting William crouched behind her, biting her ass
Speaker 1: as he tied her ankles to the rigging. Catherine moaned
Speaker 1: with painful delight. Wriggling hopelessly against the ropes, Catherine eventually
Speaker 1: accepted her body was secured. I'm guessing a cat of
Speaker 1: nine tails would be too much for this moment, he said,
Speaker 1: so the flat of my hand will have to do,
Speaker 1: he growled as he brought his hand down roughly against
Speaker 1: her ass, the noise echoing over the deck above the
Speaker 1: sound of the sea. Catherine's pussy responded with a delicious
Speaker 1: throbbing as the heat from his spank invaded her pussy.
Speaker 1: There was an erotic sting that spread from her ass
Speaker 1: and gripped her clip with a vicious lust. Moaning, Catherine
Speaker 1: realized herrass was pushing out another round of cruel treatment. Repeatedly,
Speaker 1: William punished her soft cheeks, the sting ricocheting around her body,
Speaker 1: the fire spreading through her nerves until every cellar body
Speaker 1: throbbed a carlal need. The caress of her desire teased
Speaker 1: at the inside of her thighs. Suddenly, his fingers pressed
Speaker 1: between her legs. Rough calloused skin tormented her pussy. Savagely,
Speaker 1: he pushed his fingers between her folds, thrusting his white
Speaker 1: ditches deep inside her sacks. His breath was against the rear,
Speaker 1: once again, panting hungrily as he groaned, well, Siren, feels
Speaker 1: like you're even wetter than you were before. There was
Speaker 1: no denying her arousal. It wretched her body, tearing new
Speaker 1: avenues of pleasure with every movement of his fingers. Whether
Speaker 1: by design or accident, his fingers roughly brushed her clip.
Speaker 1: Catherine tensed as a noslaught of an orgasm pressed through
Speaker 1: her veins. Cock. I want your cock inside me, she managed,
Speaker 1: as the sensations grasped her throat, strangling her words and
Speaker 1: breath before they left her mouth. You want my cock, Siren,
Speaker 1: William asked as he gripped her wrists, pulling at the rope.
Speaker 1: Catherine tried to turn to face him, but again the
Speaker 1: ropes held her fast. There was something oftly exciting about
Speaker 1: his laugh as his fingers grasped her ass cheeks, digging
Speaker 1: his fingernails into the soft flesh. Finding her hands dropped
Speaker 1: free falling down from the rigging, William pressed her bent
Speaker 1: over the lowered boom and pushed at her pussy, the
Speaker 1: scolding heat of his cock pushing between her lips with
Speaker 1: apparentees the rhythm of the yacht echoed through his erection
Speaker 1: as he thrust deep into her sex, every push stretching
Speaker 1: her lips with a delightful sting. Clutching frantically at the rope,
Speaker 1: Catherine pushed back against William, forcing every thrust deeper, wanting
Speaker 1: him to fill every inch of her. Her pussy clutched
Speaker 1: along his pulsing length, grasping it, hungry for more of
Speaker 1: this man, this man so different from the gentle men
Speaker 1: she had known. Her body tensed as she felt him
Speaker 1: push along the wall of her pussy, tormenting every sensuous spot.
Speaker 1: Her hands wrapped in the rope, pulling on it in
Speaker 1: desperation as her body burned like a wildfire, Biting on
Speaker 1: the rope to suppress her moans, Catherine was suddenly aware
Speaker 1: of William's groans as he thrust relentlessly inside her. Hearing
Speaker 1: his pleasure arising only served to accelerate her own. His
Speaker 1: fingernails dug into her hips as he brought her back
Speaker 1: against him, every punishing thrust, hitting the right spots repeatedly
Speaker 1: his fingers raked up her back, bawling her hair tightly,
Speaker 1: he poured her even harder against him. The irruption of
Speaker 1: his desire exploded deep inside her pussy, filling her with
Speaker 1: his seed, the hot stream of him finally igniting her
Speaker 1: own orgasm as Catherine slammed back against him, demanding his
Speaker 1: full length, complete satisfaction, biting on the rope, her moans
Speaker 1: transforming into growls as she let her orgasm flood over
Speaker 1: her body. It was long moments before either of them spoke,
Speaker 1: their bodies trembling with a wonderful symphony. Eventually, William broke
Speaker 1: the silence, retiring her wrists, he said, and you can
Speaker 1: stay here, siren, otherwise we will never make it to port.
Speaker 1: Catherine twisted against the vines, but found herself unable to
Speaker 1: move them. She eventually just collapsed onto the rigging as
Speaker 1: the warm come from her pussy and drifted down her thighs.
Speaker 1: Several times for the rest of the journey, she pleaded
Speaker 1: with him to release her, but every time he just
Speaker 1: ignored her, his eyes focused on the sea ahead. After
Speaker 1: what seemed like forever, he eventually cried out land ho
Speaker 1: and suddenly a panic grasp Catherine, this wouldn't be the
Speaker 1: poor talbot he had left. She hadn't prepared him for
Speaker 1: what he was going to find when he returned there.
Speaker 1: There was so much she should have said, but hadn't
Speaker 1: distracted enjoying spending their precious moments on the open sea.
Speaker 1: Now reality crashed back into her mind, and she cried out, William,
Speaker 1: there are things I need to tell you before we
Speaker 1: make land. Please release me. There must have been something
Speaker 1: in her voice that resonated with him, something that broke
Speaker 1: through the barriers. Dropping the anchor and turning the engine off,
Speaker 1: the yacht slowed gently. William then walked over to Catherine
Speaker 1: and released her ropes. She rubbed her wrists as blood
Speaker 1: flowed back into her arms unrestricted. Watching William release her ankles,
Speaker 1: she suddenly felt a wave of concern for him flood
Speaker 1: over her. How did you tell someone that everything they knew,
Speaker 1: everyone they cared about, well, it had all just gone
Speaker 1: that the laws of the land were different now, and
Speaker 1: he would have to respect that. He couldn't live his
Speaker 1: life as he did once, that he would have to
Speaker 1: at least try to be inconspicuous. William Blackheart was a
Speaker 1: strong man of that she had no doubt, but inside
Speaker 1: there was a gentle soul hidden beneath his crustacean like shell.
Speaker 1: As she really thought he would be more affected by
Speaker 1: his circumstances than his demeanor might suggest. He was alone,
Speaker 1: more alone than any person could ever imagine being. And
Speaker 1: the people she knew well, she really doubted he would
Speaker 1: enjoy their company. And what if he got into a fight, or,
Speaker 1: not forbid, got arrested. He had said the sea saved him.
Speaker 1: Catherine knew the truth was the sea had cursed him,
Speaker 1: cursed him to a prison there was no escape from.
Speaker 1: She looked at him, her head tilted to one side
Speaker 1: as she studied him so strong and yet right now,
Speaker 1: so very vulnerable. Looking over his shoulder, a heavy sea
Speaker 1: fog hung over Port Talbot. In fact, you could barely
Speaker 1: make out the port at all. The large towers that
Speaker 1: made it so recognizable were hidden in the mists, the
Speaker 1: usual fare of sea traffic non existence, presumably everybody staying
Speaker 1: in the safety of port. But in that fog lay
Speaker 1: the personal hell in prison of one Captain William Blackheart.
Speaker 1: What else could she do? Take him back to the
Speaker 1: island and drop off food on a daily basis, He
Speaker 1: wasn't the sort of man who would suffer that for
Speaker 1: too long. She choked back a tear and refocused onto
Speaker 1: his face, his eyes watching her with an intense curiosity. William,
Speaker 1: she began, For some reason, I feel like I've known
Speaker 1: you forever, even though my mind knows he's just been
Speaker 1: twenty four hours. She reached her hand up and strewed
Speaker 1: his cheek gently. The poor top you left isn't the
Speaker 1: one we are returning to now. Another tear stinged to
Speaker 1: her eye. They have laws you know nothing about. For
Speaker 1: a start, we'll have to get you some clothes, she
Speaker 1: grinned through the midst of tears that clouded her vision,
Speaker 1: trying to sound light hearted. His brow furrowed as he listened.
Speaker 1: I know when you left Port Talbot you could sort
Speaker 1: most issues out with a cuddlass and a fight. You
Speaker 1: really can't do that anymore. They will put you in
Speaker 1: prison if you do. I guess we can sort out
Speaker 1: the rest of the laws as we go. Just please
Speaker 1: don't draw attention to yourself. Don't get arrested, She finished,
Speaker 1: wondering what else to say. She kindly knew that most
Speaker 1: of it they would have to work out over time.
Speaker 1: You have to know your friends and family have long
Speaker 1: since passed. Any property you had is probably owned by
Speaker 1: someone else now. But it's okay. You can stay with
Speaker 1: me for as long as you need, she said, without thinking.
Speaker 1: The powder of her thumb rushed over his cheek as
Speaker 1: she held his gaze, his thoughts hidden from her even
Speaker 1: in the depths of his dark blue eyes. I have
Speaker 1: to get dressed now. Once we make port, you stay
Speaker 1: below deck and I will go and get you some
Speaker 1: clothes and us some breakfast. For some reason, I seemed
Speaker 1: to have a huge appetite today. She smiled at him
Speaker 1: again gently, Then, leaning in, she kissed his forehead fondly.
Speaker 1: She knew he was probably shocked with what he had
Speaker 1: learned so far, and it would take a lot of
Speaker 1: processing to accept it all, but God, she wished she
Speaker 1: would say something anything. Slipping on her jeans and shirt,
Speaker 1: she looked at him again as she held her deck shoes.
Speaker 1: I'll see you right, William, don't be scared, she said,
Speaker 1: smiling at him. For all his obvious competence with a yacht,
Speaker 1: she really didn't want to sail into a heavy sea
Speaker 1: fog without the SAT switched on. There were just too
Speaker 1: many sandbanks and wrecks for it to be anywhere near safe.
Speaker 1: Switching the machine back on, it just crackled strangely again.
Speaker 1: The air must be still full of static electricity from
Speaker 1: last night's storms, she decided, turning on the short wave
Speaker 1: radio with the hope of calling the port master and
Speaker 1: requesting a pilot vessel to get them there safely. The
Speaker 1: radio screen flashed to life and then echoed the crackle
Speaker 1: of the GPS. Well, if a storm could bring a
Speaker 1: man from the past, I guess it could be strong
Speaker 1: enough to mess with my comms, she mumbled to herself. Well,
Speaker 1: Captain Blackheart, it looks like we will need to raise
Speaker 1: our sails. There isn't much wind, but enough to get
Speaker 1: us to port. What say ye, she said, William, grinning,
Speaker 1: sail is always good, Mistress. William replied leverly, Are you okay?
Speaker 1: I will make sure this is as easy for you
Speaker 1: as possible. I'm well connected in Port Talbert. You'll have
Speaker 1: nothing to worry about, Catherine said, concerned by his tone. Mistress,
Speaker 1: you obviously do a lot of thinking, So can I
Speaker 1: ask you a question? He asked quietly, Course, she replied,
Speaker 1: wondering which aspect of modern life, he wanted, explaining, Well,
Speaker 1: everything you said assumes I came forward in time. I
Speaker 1: came from the past, he said, pausing. Catherine nodded her agreement.
Speaker 1: What if it was you that came back, he asked
Speaker 1: the question, punching Katherine in the ribs. None of your
Speaker 1: modern machinery is working, and I have yet to have
Speaker 1: sight or sound of another modern vessel like you have
Speaker 1: told me of. Catherine looked at him, mouthing his words silently,
Speaker 1: before tearing her gaze away from William and staring with
Speaker 1: sheer dread at the sea folk that drifted over the ocean.
Speaker 1: What if she started confusion veil in her mind and
Speaker 1: leaving her unable to complete the sentence as a single
Speaker 1: tear stung at her cheeks. Well, ha ha, I thought
Speaker 1: i'd leave that on a bit of a knife edge
Speaker 1: this week. I hope you're enjoying the story, So the
Speaker 1: final part of it next week, Yes, So look forward
Speaker 1: to seeing you then when we can get wild in
Speaker 1: bed all over again. But until next week, and always
Speaker 1: with your pleasure in mind. And this is Devil in Wild,
Speaker 1: wishing you solacious dreams. Last time