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On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bed,
rather special excerpt from Jade Marshall's new release The Hunter,
which is a dark horror an erotic story to tantalize
all your senses this Halloween. And if you want to
enjoy the full immersive story, then just follow the link
in this episode's notes and just lay back and enjoy
this erotic horror. What do you do when you've had
a crush on the local deputy since the moment you
walked into town. Gather your courage and invite him to
a Halloween party? Easy? Right? Not really? The party sucks
and plan be falls apart within minutes. He isn't the
man you thought he was. No, he's a damn monster
hiding in plain sight. But Ashbourne isn't like other towns,
and nothing is what it seems, especially on Halloween. Ahi,
It's definite and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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don't know if you've ever read any of Jade Marshall's work,
but she does bring the m the darker side of
erotica to a wonderfully salacious life like the ager Alan
Poe of erotica. So go ahead this Halloween and treat yourself.
Grab your copy of The Hunter. The links are all
in this episode's next as normal. Now, I do hope
you're laying on your bed m hm hmm. Just slide
those earbuds in, loosen your clothes mm hmm, and surrounder
to the pleasure of mine caressing over your body. And
when you're ready go ahead and take a deep breath
and hold it for a moment, then release it with
a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For
the next fifteen minutes or so, it's just you and
my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensual satisfaction. Mm hmm, your time to
explore your inner desires. As you listen to my voice,
I'm feeling yourself drifting into the story. Her words are
the thing that finally pushed me over the edge, and
have the last vestiges of the decency disintegrating the darkness
I have felt seeping and to me finally takes hold
and I no longer have control of my body. Lifting
one of her legs, I push her juicy thigh over
my hip before thrusting my erection against her sex. A
tiny noise escapes her throat. You want, Honestly, I haven't
wanted another woman since I saw you that first day
at the diner. I rubbed myself against her. I dream
of these thick thighs spread for me, and every morning
I jerk my cock in the shower to thoughts of
these lush tits. I hate that you call yourself fat.
I don't see you that way. I see a sexy
ass woman that can handle a real man. I can't
believe I am saying all these things to her. I
have lost all control. If I scare her, so be it,
a dark voice filters into my mind. I don't care anymore,
and neither should you. She should be afraid of us.
I am on the precipice of losing my goddamn mind
and just taking her, whether she wants us or not.
Fear and confusion, swear and lodge in my cut. None
of this makes any damn sense, and I'm afraid of
myself right now. To be honest, lowering her leg, I
allow her a little room to breathe as I run
my index finger along her cleavage. Yes, I want to
touch her, but this is different. I'm not controlling my movements.
I don't want you, Sage. I crave you more than
my next fucking breath. I want to pin you to
the ground and rip this pretty dress from your body.
I want to fuck you until you cry, and then
I want to pump you full of my seat and
get you pregnant. You can never leave me, That's what
I want. My darkest secrets are laid bare for her.
The voice sounds like mine, but the words aren't spoken
by me. Bewilderment strangles me. Is I try to figure
out what the fuck is going on? I'm not expecting
the slap that connects with my cheek. I am also
not expecting it to a night of fire in my
cell that won't be put out. The darkness inside me
pulses with every beat of my heart, growing stronger, fully
overtaking me. You need to run now, little girl, I
hear myself say, darkness dripping from every word, Run fast
and run far, because if I catch you in these
woods tonight, I will fuck your pretty little cunt raw.
My voice doesn't even sound like my own, and it
shouldn't really, I feel fucking possessed, and my voice shouldn't
mimic that feeling. Is that what's happening all my life?
I've heard the stories of people claiming to be possessed,
but I've never put any stock into them. Could it
be true? Can a normal person fall into darkness for
a single night? Can a demon or a ghost or
whatever really control someone? Because that, sure as shit feels
like what is happening to me right now? Sage watches
me for a beat before taking off into the forest.
She doesn't turn and run back the way we came. No,
she runs away from the lights and the people, deeper
into the forest. I don't know what possesses me, but
I lift my head and howl at the moon like
a delusional wolfman before I stalk after her. Her short
legs won't carry her very far from me. I grew
up around these parts. I've been in these woods a
million times. Things aspiraling quickly, and I don't know if
I can or even want to stop this. Let her run,
let her believe she can escape. She won't ever be
getting away from me, Sage. His words, both revolting, arouse me.
This isn't the same man I have seen every morning
for the past six months. No, this is a monster
or a demon wearing his skin. He basically just told
me he would take me against my will. I am outraged.
That's why I slapped him. The problem with that scenario
is that my pussy is dripping for him. His words
have me wet ready and wanting. I have never felt
this way in my entire life, and it scares the
shit out of me. Perhaps that's really why I slapped him.
I hear him howl at the moon, and for the
first time tonight, true fear sets in. Not the kind
that sends in adrenaline rush through the system, like skydiving
or bungee jumping. No, this is the kind of fear
you feel when walking home at night and finding yourself
alone in the dark with four strange men. Perhaps he
was only pretending to be a good man. He could
be a serial killer hiding in plain sight for all
I know. Wouldn't that be the perfect cover? Though the
sheriff's deputy is actually a serial killer. A burst of
his hysterical laughter explosives from me, and I slapped my
hand over my mouth, muffling the sound. I don't need
to give him anything that will help him find me.
My short legs work as quickly as they can carry
me deeper into the underbrush. I realize the mistake I
have made. I don't know this area. I know Burke
is stalking me like a lunatic. But what else could
be in these woods? Wolves, while cats, snakes, and spiders.
Dear God, what have I done? Hm? Hmm, Well, I
hope you enjoyed that little excerpt. Now, don't forget to
get your copy of The Hunter, just follow the link
in this episode's notes. Now, next week we have a
listener's fantasy. Yes we do, quite quite an extended one. Yes,
someone has a teacher kink, so you're going to have
to tune in next week to listen to that one.
So until then, when we can get wild in bed
all over again, and always with your pleasure in mind,
this is Devil and Wild, wishing you solacious dreams. F