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So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story
on this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed,
a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. He watched her from
a distance, just a face in the crowd, her moods
as she danced, with the sheer carnal delight of watching
her glide across that floor, seductive and alluring, enticing him
further into his desires, but now alone, at last, hidden
by just the shadows. Cut his devil's feather become his
erotic reality. Hi, it's devilent and welcome to another episode
of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction,
and finger looking for fantasies. So we have a listener's
fantasy this week. Yes, a full story, no doubt. They
titled it the Devil's Feather. Now, I don't know if
you're aware, but this is a Turkish phrase. It means
a woman who stirs a man's interest without realizing it
unwittingly causes sexual arousal. Now, this is a very seductive
story and very much focused on usually from the male perspective.
So I do hope you enjoy it. If you want
to hear your fantasy right here, then you just send
it in devilnt Wild, inbed dot com. Then let's do
our best to turn your carnal delights into a reality. Now,
I hope you're laying on your bed. You loosen those clothes,
your earbudserine, just go ahead and close those pretty eyes
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
your body. And when you're ready to submit to pleasure,
just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold
it for a moment and then release it with a sigh.
Let didhnim go of any tension, any stress you have
decided for the next thirty minutes or so, it's just
you and my voice.
Speaker 2: This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release that in a
passion as you feel my voice going with you, as
you immerse yourself into day's story. It started off innocent,
doesn't It Always just a regular day where I scan
the ads looking for something for my daughter to do
after school, somewhere to channel her creative spirit, something to
help me bring a bit of femininity to her upbringing
a topic of it I am lost on as a
single dad. Something catches my eye and after school dance academy, Yes,
that would work, of course. Seeing the website listed, I
visit it and browse the site. Huges of two tu's
and smiling girls assault my eyes. I look for a
class schedule, Already gritting my teeth against the assault of pink.
I just find a number to call instead to feel
that a woman answers her voice essential and does not
match the pretty pink vibe from the website. I tell
her what I am looking for side and after school
class that channel's creativity for young girls. She suggests a
creative movement class on Fridays at three point thirty next
in take starts next week. Friday dance class comes, and
my little one is jumping with excitement to the door.
The studio glass and doors have made a frosty glass
to let light in, but no one can see what
is happening inside. The place is a buzz of energy
of young girls dancing around and their mothers sitting on
the benches along the side. Ballet bars line the mirrored
walls and professional spotlights beamed down pink and purple lights
from above. Suddenly, a woman appears in front of me.
I didn't notice her approach. She is small and petitte
and curvy. All I can see are red lips moving.
I am already captivated. I realize I am staring at
her lips and she is speaking to me. I leaned
down a bit and ask her to repeat what she said.
She waves at me to follow her into the office
to fame. She closes the door to the noise of
the crowd, and it is as if we were in
a different world. My senses flied a high alert as
our scent wraps its way around me. She tells me
her name and introduces herself, My heart. It's a sultrue
voice from the phone, like a rookie dad. I didn't
my dance clothes for my daughter to wear, but this
sexy dance teacher has come to my rescue and passes
me some pink, stretchy clothes for my daughter to change into.
Smiling at her and taking one last deep breath, capturing
her delicious scent that does nothing but make my cockache.
I reluctant believe the sanctuary of her office and immediately
becoming golf in the sensory overload outside week have to
wake this torturous tanger resides. I show up on Fridays,
I watch from the sidelines. My cock jumps at her
as she demonstrates the moves, hardly daring to blink. On
these days, I can't bear to miss a spin, a twist,
or even a pointed toe from the curly devil's feather.
Her flexibility of leticism and endurance turns me on like
nothing has ever done before. She has no idea what
she has my sexual interest that she was the one
who made my cock so hard. Fridays become tortures. I
am cemented into this one sided, burning slow dance, her
feather always tickling at my self control, daring me to
come onto the dance floor and strip that li likera
right off her sensuous curves. Some weeks of wrap skirt
would cover hers, and others she would let me have
a full view of her delicious ass. Always she wore
red lipstick, and I always wanted those lips wrapped around
my cock, to leave her signature emboldened on my swollen length.
As all good things must come to an end. The
final dance class has come and gone, and I still
had not made a move to relieve the itch bought
on by my devil's feather, I walked begrudgingly to the
studio one last time to return the costume. It was
getting later in the evening, but she had insisted that
it would be fine to drop it off. Entering the studio,
instead of the pink early attack on my senses, something
very different greeted me. The lights were out, it was
dark except for one spotlight in the center of the
floories gone with the pop hits, and a deep, sexy,
seductive beat rang out from the speakers. She was there,
and the music called to her to move her hips,
her arms up, silently dancing her way around with the
ghost of her partner. She did not hear me enter
the studio, I am sure of it. She was captivated
in her moos as she swayed those hips to the
sound of the beat. Nipples. I watched for a while
from the shadows, out of sight and out of reach
from her arms. For now. She twirled herself her arm extended,
her fingertips so closely, just begging at me to touch them.
Else needing so badly to stop this temptation that the
devils herself has kept burning for the last few months.
I reach out to take her hand in mind with
a touch so gentle it does not startle her with
the whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand,
why drinking her intoxicating fragrance. Before I pull her back
and she spins into my arms, you can feeling herself
around my torso and dances around my body, immersed in
her passion, as if she starves for a partner, moving
without bodies pressed together as one, My hands encompass the
curves of her hips, my fingers pressing up and down
her hips as we move together. The graceful movement presses
on my aching cock. I gasp before I press my
hips forward, letting her fil my burning arousal, my need
for her. My head drops as I let my lips
linger on the side of her neck, consuming her passion,
letting her sensuality veil my mind with lust. The tip
of my tongue crafts warm, wet circles as I trace
up and down her skin. Her back arch is in
a beautiful response, her breast pushed forward, it inviting to
be touched. Engulfed in my desire, my fingers explore the
curves of her hips further to cup her beautiful breast,
Your bottle and heavy in my hands, I want needing more.
My fingers move higher and twist her nipples into their
grasses touch. She arches again as a slow, deep moan
escapes her lips, as if she could finally breathe at last.
Staying there with my fingers working at the nipples, rolling
them gently between finger and thumb, cupping her breasts and
squeezing them tightly and pulling her closer as I whisper
along her name so hard, telling her how sexy she
truly was, and my cock had swollen for all these months,
how I wanted to devour her body with my hands
and lips and make her submit to me completely mine God.
Suddenly she twisted away from me and disappeared into the shadows,
stranded again with the ache of the edge she kiss
that has never been scratched. She came back, dragging a
chair explore, leaving it alone in the center of the spotlight.
And again she tormented my desperate need. As I watched
her disappear into the shadows once again, Suddenly, my heart
leapt and my cock twitched as she crept behind me
and let her fingers in twine with mine before she
slowly pulled me into the spotlight. Her gaze was burning
with passion as she loked onto my eyes. Reaching the chair,
she gently pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit down.
My cot strained in my pants. Desperately, I tried to
adjust myself, but knowing I would never get comfortable sitting
here fully dressed, her smile radiated a promise of denied
pleasure as she drifted into the shadows once again, the
spotlight burning at my eyes, blinding me to anything but
that harsh light and my devil's feather moving across the floor.
From the darkness, her touch came again, a fingernail slowly
dragging across the top of my shoulders on accentuating my
desire as it moved on my arm, inch by torture,
asinch it dragged my lust across my stomach to the
hem of my shirt. For the longest moment, she paused
just there, as if orchestrating my desire for the finale
I was so desperate for. Without warning, her touch was
consumed by the shadows, leaving me alone with my frustrated passion,
entranced in the beat of the music, engulfed in the
bright light. From the edge of the darkness, her foot
appears from nowhere in a graceful arc, as it stalked
by the sweet curve of her calf. Hypnotize my eyes
surrender and follow the line of her leg down to
her painted white toes. From the confines of the shadows,
she slowly emerges, radiating into the solitary light. My gaze
cannot help but fall upon the gyration of her hips
as they move seductively to the beat, her hands caressing
those beautiful curves. My mind awashed with thoughts of those
hips pressed against my already burning calm. My lust forces
my gaze to follow her hands as they slides slowly
up her feline curves before teasing at the hem of
her shirt, exposing her beautifully toned flesh.
Speaker 1: As a low, guttural.
Speaker 2: Moan escapes my lips, my craven lust forces my hand forward.
My fingers tremble as they trace up the curves of
her thighs, lingering to hold her hips as she pulls
her tank top off over her head. My eyes devoured
every single inch of her curves, discarding the top into
the shadow. She brings her hands to cut my face,
holding me still, the warmth of her breath so tantalizing close.
As her eyes raise, holding my gaze, the intensity of
the passion burning between us suddenly intensifies. God Slowly, her
eyes trace a line down my face. That electric gaze
caresses my lips. The tip of her tongue teases from
between those beautiful lips, its movement promising the hint of
so much pleasure, tormented with the earth to lock our
lips together and taste its growing passion. But my sweet
devil's feather does nothing to satisfy my craving. Of course,
she just looks and licks her juicy red lips before
dropping to her knees in front of me. You touch
her fingers press along my thighs, her thumbs etching a
circle around the tinting in my pants and your body,
before tormenting a single thumbou along my material covered need. Again,
her eyes fix on mine, the fire of passion within them,
engulfing me completely. As her fingers released the buttons my shirt.
Slowly from the bottom of her finger out tracing a
delightfully slow and painful line over the plane of my stomach,
as if tracing the aching in my cock even higher. Briefly,
she pauses as her nails discover my nipples. Pinching them gently,
she forces a moan from my lips. Suddenly, her gaze
releases me from this torment. Turning as she stands, her
thumbs press under the waistband of her skirt, easing it
slowly over the sensual curves of her round bass. The
solitary light caresses those curves. The desire to have her
overwhelming any sense, veiling any inhibitions. As my cock leaps
at the side of her, Unable to resist, my hands
reach out, grasping her hips as I pull her back,
feeling her body upon my latin. The urge to be
in sight or consumes my mind and the thought of
her cherry red lips around my cock, this need to
fill her completely in every orifice. Frustrated by the last
barrier of the clothes I wear, her skirt drops to
the floor as she braces her hands on my thighs
and holds herself up the curves of her delightful bottom,
just a moment away from landing on my cock. My
eyes fixate on the black lace of her panties, the
seductive motion of her hips, the globes of her ass
consuming my desire. Knowing the heaven that lays just beyond
my cock is tortured beyond what I thought was possible.
I groan with the first caress of her body as
it presses her sweet flesh on to my aching kneed
grinding against me. As her hands reach back and gently
run through my hair. My fingers move up to grip
those hips as they move in that beautiful rhythm. I
growl into the scent of her hair, whispering of my
need being teased to the point of desperation. She turns
those red dipple lips, spreading into a smile as the
tip of her tongue caresses and once again torturing me
more than any bondage. My body shudders as her hands
press over my stomach, releasing the last buttons of my shirt.
As she explores my chest, the whisper of her touch
over my erect nipples sends a bolt of a lightning
through my body, forcing the arousal to swell through every cell.
More than any fantasy I could imagine her breath brushes
my ear as her hand slide over my shoulder, pressing
my shirt down over my arms, before catching it gracefully
in her fingers and adorning it like a matador's cape.
She pirouettes, sliding my fabric over those delicate curves. Entranced
by the swing of her body, my arousal burns with
a fire inside me, hotter than I can imagine, straight
from the devil herself. Turning her head, she glances over
her shoulder, winking seductively, her body turning to face me
as she eases herself down. Slowly, her fingertips trace from
my feet, up my shins, over my thighs, expertly avoiding
the bulge in my pants, eazing up my sides, to
my shoulders, and down my arms, stopping only at my
fingertips gently, our fingers entwined as she painstaking slowly stands
and draws me up with her. Standing before me, she
slowly sways her hips from side to side. She drops
lower and raises herself up again, her bottom pressing out,
luring me further in so tantalizing me, beckoning me, she
turns and reaches for the front of my pants. Eagerly,
I beat her to the chase, kicking off my shoes
and doing my pants, dropping them to the floor and
kicking them to one side. She watches me with one
eyebrow raised and the cocky is grin on her face.
She stands there for the longest moment, just taking me
in her eyes, caressing every inch of my body, inspecting
her prize. Stepping forward, she eases her finger towards my chest,
gently pushing me back onto the chair, sinking into the
shadows once again, the sounds of pleasure mixed into the
beats from the speakers and durrances me further as I wait,
once again with the satisfaction from my devil's feather. Finally,
she returns to the spotlight, slowly easing herself along the floor,
craoling ever so seductively on all fours over to me.
She stops just between my thighs, looking out, the look
in her eyes moving between torture and pleasure. The caress
of her lace brass it's fringes kissing along the inside
of my thighs as she crawls her way up my body,
moving herself until she straddles me, tossing her hair out
of the way. She wrings her lips close to mine,
the warmth of our breath burning together as she stares
into my eyes, her lips just a breath away. I
want to take her heart and fast, need to touch her,
to kiss her, but her enchantment keeps me still, unmoving,
terrified that a touch would shatter this illusion before me.
I wait with agonizing anticipation for her next move. Her
lips move closer to my ear, her breath brushing against
me as she whispers, I've been watching you, watching me
for mites, now waiting for you to make my house.
Would you like to make a move now you know
you needing nothing else from her? I move my hands
up and caress the size of her face while my
lips seek hers, gently devouring them. Hungry, her hands dive
into my hair, pulling at it as her hips ground
into me. She was still wearing my shirt as it
cascaded around us, enveloping us in a veil of passion,
kissing her deeper, my tongue tracing along the edge of
those red lips. I break the kiss to tell her
that she was such a tease. Her finger comes up
to my lips to silent my protests, and then travels
down my neck to my chest. I want deeper, and
traces around the edge of my nipple. Of her other
hand scooped down and swept her panties to the side.
She pinched my nipple and rubbed her thumb over the
head of my cor teasing my pre comes soaked opening,
before placing both of her hands onto my shoulders and
continuing the slow dance on my lap. My cock strains
up to meet her, for me to make contact that
sweet hot spot. She keeps rubbing over me, brushing her
pussy lips over the tip of my cock, circling it gently,
a brush of a wet desire, kissing my cock, fueling
I need to fill her completely, hot and wet. Her
pussy burns closer and closer, and yet so out of
reach of where I need to be. The hint of
her caress willing my cock higher, the promise of the
pleasure waiting just beyond my touch. She tosses her head back,
her long hair falling down over her back. She rears
her palvis forward and finally impels herself along my length,
her lips stretched tightly around my girth, massaging every inch
as a tip of my cock kisses her pussy walls.
The sounds of her deep, slow moans red through my body,
forcing my cock to throb harder, moving her hips in
such a beautiful rhythm, willing my cock deeper with every move.
Surrendering to this passion, my body yields as my hips
rise to meet the rhythm of her body, the trance
of her pleasures. It caresses down my cock, that warm
kiss of her juices, sliding over my balls, every movement
so delightfully slow, so deep and intense. As my body
is consumed by this woman holding my face, our lips
meet again, hungry to taste each other, our tongues in twine.
My fingers slide down her back, cupping her ass tightly
as I pour her forward, wanting to feel more of
her seductive addiction, to share our pleasure and melt into
our satisfaction, and our lips parted, her eyes once more,
burning into mind, her pussy squeezing my cock until I
could control it no more. The rush of my orgasm
rose through my legs, tormenting my cock as I try
to hold back until that shared moment we could both indulge.
As she leans in her breath on my neck, biting
me gently. She whispers, come for me, and I was lost.
She pressed down one last time, the grip of her
pussy forcing my cock to explode. Unable to resist, I
reached down and pulls her breast free from the cups
of her bra My head dips lower and bites on
a nipple, sucking it tightly as my cock continues to pulse.
Wave after wave of orgasm moves through my body as
his beauty tenses against me, her own pleasure shuddering through
her as she moans my name and cascades into an orgasm.
Consumed by our passion. We melt into each other for
the longest time, immersed in this moment as we stay entwined,
the warm loath that mused between us, holding us together,
never wanting to leave, knowing that no one has ever
loved me better than my sweet Devil's feather. So I
hope you enjoyed that. So until next time when we
can get wild in bed all over again, and always
with your pleasure in mind. This is devil in wild,
wishing use slacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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