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it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking
good fantasies. So tonight's episode, so Test knows her a
cafe is under attack. The trenches in the beach, the
blood on the rocks, it all points to something very mysterious,
very dark. But why is it targeting her a cafe?
Why is it targeting her?
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Speaker 1: Relationship with the sea is only getting worse, the sea
more tempestuous than ever. How much dark can this get?
Will Test be able to hang on to the last
ten drills of her sanity? Or as you just slip
into a complete oblivion of madness, Well you'll just have
to keep listening. Now, I hope you're laying on your bed,
you've loosened those clothes, you have your earbuds in. Just
go ahead and close your eyes when you're ready to
surrender a pleasure. Feel my voice moving over your body.
That's it. Go ahead and take a nice tea, keep
breath and just hold it for a moment, and then
release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension,
any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's
just you and my voice. This is your time, Your
time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time
to dip into your inner passions as you feel my
voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in the story.
Test stood stoically as she let the sounds of the
cafe rift around her. For once, she was glad of
the company. She really wasn't sure what was going on.
She just knew she didn't feel comfortable with it. There
was something dark happening, and she didn't know what. Keeping
the cafe open later than usual it was just an
excuse to make sure she wasn't alone. She had had
many emotions since losing Finn, but this was the first
time she felt scared being on her own, fearful of
whatever had left those marks, Terrified that it had seemed
to get within feet of the cafe where she had
been laying. The men told her repeatedly about how they'd
carried her up the steps on mass how she was
so heavy for a little one. How she kept kicking
them every step of the way, and when they finally
got her on the bed, they'd all lost their nerve
about taking her clothes off in case they had to
face her wrath. Test didn't think her temperament was that bad,
yet for some reason, she had a bad reputation for
a fiery temper. Several times she challenged some one on
why they had come to this conclusion, and every time
they just shook their heads, backing up, hands held up
in a defensive manner. Eventually, the cafe client towl drifted
away once Old Ron, who had done most of the
heavy lifting in putting her to bed, as he put it,
decided he'd had as much free coffee as he could
possibly stomach, or at least as far as his bottle
of rum would stretch to, and left she had to
admit defeat and lock up to face the night alone,
terrified of whatever beast might be stalking her from the
dark depths of the ocean. Fin would have known, Fin
would have dealt with it, but Finn wasn't here. Her
heart sank as a thought moved across her mind. The
evening moon was already low across the sea, weaving its
spell between the waves, inspiring sprites to rise and fall.
Another storm was growing. That was obvious even in the
darkness of the evening. From the cafe, she could already
hear the crashing of the waves, their sound on the
beach becoming louder and louder, a deafening, metallic sound that
resonated through the building. It had been two nights since
she'd been to the cove alone. The cafe no longer
felt safe. The truth was the cove was the only
place she actually did feel safe. God knows why. A
beast of the ocean could take her there a lot
easier than in the cafe, Yet she could feel its drawn,
the velvety tendrils of temptation inviting her down. Though still
drained and aware of the risks, she knew she couldn't
resist for another night. The desire to be near her
love again was already burning inside, and the truth was
the cove and the sea was the only place that
she could get close to him anymore. Putting on an
overcoat to shield herself from the storm, tests began the
track down to the beach. She was sure she could
make this journey with her eyes closed. Every step she
knew intimately, every grain of sand a personal friend. Despite
the onslaught of the approaching storm, every step seemed to
relax her somehow, The very existence since the storm seemed
to take the stress of the day away, as if
she was coming home. However tempestuous that may be. The warm,
moist sand spilled over her feet, caressing her despite the
evening chill of the approaching storm. The tide licked at
her legs with a growing heat, enticing her, pulling her
further along the beach, like a lover's fingers, seducing her
back to his arms. The sea breeze kissed briskly at
her face, his fingers moving lightly and firmly along her cheeks.
The fragrance of the ocean, the smell of the oncoming
storm filled her chest, her body, her core. The immersive
experience of the sea of Finn's Sea occupied every sense
she had. Walking through the cloud of memories at their place,
test closed her eyes as those memories of intensity and
passion rekindled, remembering a time, a moment of lust. Breathing
in deeply, the never forgotten heat spread through her nerves
in the distance. She could see her destination despite the
failing light, a small cave hidden an outcrop of rocks
like a hermit grab. Test just knew that when she
was in their cave, she would be safe and secure
and could try to release this fear that was cloying
at her mind. It makes sense of the previous few days.
Tests minded legal glided along the beach, unaware of each step,
ignorant of stepping over a small beach stream, oblivious to
climbing a rock face, obscured by trees and undergrowth, Perfectly safe,
perfectly private. Somewhere in the back of the cave, an
underground spring erupted into the night air. The bubbling pools
it created washed against the smooth rock weathered by time
and sea that provided a perfect resting place. Pitched high
above the waters, Tess could look down on the growing storm.
She could almost feel that she was separate from the
real world, as if the sea was ten thousand feet
beneath her, the rocks the beach so distant, so apart.
Drifting in the night sky, the glimmer of the moon
danced across the crushing waves. For a moment, she closed
her eyes and let herself drift into that dream, into
that memory, the sounds that the pools whispered to her,
the rocks, so close to the crowd, yet so comfortable,
letting her hand drop casually down into the bubbling water.
The caress of the tide moved around her hand, the
firm touch, just like a lover, into locking their fingers.
Tess gasped as a memory of the first time she
had felt Finn's hands in hers invaded her mind as
she immersed herself in the memory and let the water
ease between her fingers, warm them, enticing them his first touch,
his first kiss, the seductive touch of his beautiful contortion,
making her ache in all the right places. That passion
still burned on her lips, in her mind, right through
to her car, burning through her as if she were
back there now. A beautiful, twisted caress of his fingers
as they moved up and down her back, pulling her
tighter against him, the two of them melting into one,
a single body of unanimous pleasure, that first sensation as
he pushed inside her, stretching her sex there, shared moans
vibrating between them as one slow, long, deep thrusts that
filled her completely, kissing every injure of a pussy with
divine affection. Tess's cork clutched passionately for Finn's invasion again,
the shared moment when the world would just vanish and
there was nothing but the two of them, their beautiful
embrace that warmed her whole body, tensing, trying to hold
the moment for just a little longer. They were so
perfectly them. The water pressed tighter around her fingers in
a grip of passion that flashed the memory of Finn's
warm satisfaction, the warm caress of his pleasure, and the
growls that still resonated in her mind. Clenching hard onto
the memory, holding him close one last time, please, just
one last time. Her body shudder trembled, holding him closer.
She let him go before she couldn't, wouldn't let him
go again, holding him tightly, feeling him inside her, still
so close, Tess of Fin together as one again, entwined forever.
A familiar grow embraced her body. Somehow she could feel
his eyes moving over her skin, that gentle look he had,
affectionate and strong. The satisfaction carved into a very being.
Closing her eyes, she could feel him there against her,
holding her so close, being inside her, touching her very soul.
For that moment, she was somewhere else, not in the cave,
not in the cove, not even on the beach, just
somewhere else, maybe in the sea, with Finn. She really
didn't care where it was. She just wanted to be
with him. She just needed to be with him. She
used to say that all the time, but since he
had gone, she realized how much she did need him.
The small things they shared came into focus, the ones
that seemed so natural, the ones she supposed they took
for granted, the assumption they'd always be there together, How
they talked so free and easily, how comfortable they were
with each other, just being They weren't just lovers, they
were friends, soulmates. She should have told him more often.
So much time she wasted on silly stuff that didn't matter,
stuff that could have waited. Anxiety stole those moments from
cursed tests with this emptiness. If only she could see
him once more, just to tell him all of it.
He needs to know, She needed him to know. But
she couldn't tell him. She let him go without saying
those words, and that burns with a deeper pain than
anything ever would, a guilt that wrapped around her throat
every single day. Returning to the cave to the moment
she was aware suddenly of tears stinging her eyes, wiping
them from her face on the sleeve of her overcoat.
Looking up through the mouth of the cave, Tess could
see a lone seagull desperately trying to return to share,
battling the winds in intensifying rain to find a safe haven.
The sea. Was obviously upset by something Finn had always
said when a dark storm blew in the sea, his
mistress was upset. She could be emotional and tempestuous, where
she could also be the most affectionate and caring lover
a man could wish. For cursing the sea again, that
cruel mistress, for taking Finn. Test screeched at the dark sky,
for not letting her have the chance to say everything
she needed to say, For being his other great love,
the one he could never leave, even if he'd wanted to.
He would never part from the sea, for being the
love that bled through his veins, for seducing him in
ways that Test could never hope to. Walking down on
the beach, Test kicked at the tide like some pouty
child trying to punish her, to exact some revenge. In response,
the waves grew larger, heavier, like some guard dog, growling
protecting what was hers. Test had let him go, and
he belonged to the sea now. But still the sea
seduced Tests every day, tempted her back to the shores
to indulge in her sensuous waters, to immerse herself once
more in the passion of Finn, having the one thing
Tests could never resist. She knew that now she would
have to accept whatever glimpses of Finn, the bitch of
the sea would allow her. Test was the other woman,
and that she struggled to reconcile herself with the storm
around its anger, lightning, stalking the water in determined flashes.
Tests was used to storms in this sleepy cove, but
this was different, something ominous about this storm. The tracks
in the beach could only fuel her fear about the
life ahead. Tormented by her guilt and loss. Her only
respite brief moments of stolen pleasure with the man she loved,
as long as the sea would allow. That bitch the sea, well,
I hope you are enjoying this little journey. M hm,
is it into madness? Where is it going somewhere else
even darker? Maybe it's just strange dreams or unexpected fantasies.
Is it just test angry the sea for taking Finn?
Or is there something else, something darker? And is this
he truly angry? Or may be the monster that attacked
to a cafe is returning. Well, you're just going to
have to tune in next week to find out. So
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all over again. This is Devil in Wild and always
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