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Speaker 1: Tonight's little story is actually based on a true story.
Speaker 1: It is well loosely based. Some of this happened. Some
Speaker 1: of this happened for real. I always think they're better
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Speaker 1: just put your earbuds and close your eyes, loosen any clothing,
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Speaker 1: deep breath and hold it for a moment and then
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Speaker 1: just you in my voice. This is your time, your
Speaker 1: time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction. Your time
Speaker 1: to release that in a woman, as you listen to
Speaker 1: my voice and fill the story moving through your body
Speaker 1: as you enjoy tonight's show. She ran through the market,
Speaker 1: her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears,
Speaker 1: her lungs burning as they pressed against her ribs. Gasping,
Speaker 1: she turned to see if she had escaped. For folk's sake,
Speaker 1: she gasped as she sees the strange woman still there,
Speaker 1: not one hundred feet behind her. That woman's not even running.
Speaker 1: How the fuck is she keeping up with her? Turning
Speaker 1: to start again, straight into a woman with silver hair.
Speaker 1: Grabbing her by her shoulders, she pleads, help me, please.
Speaker 1: That woman is chasing me. She's trying to kill me.
Speaker 1: Her panic is reflected in the woman's eyes as she
Speaker 1: points toward her pursuer. Fuck cough, junkie. The woman snarls,
Speaker 1: there's no one there, before pushing her away, aggressively, gasping,
Speaker 1: her legs burning through the exertion, fear pushing her on,
Speaker 1: motivating her. Who the hell is this woman? What have
Speaker 1: I done to her? The thoughts echoing in her mind.
Speaker 1: With a veil of panic covering her, she finds it
Speaker 1: impossible to think clearly to remember anything. Is this all
Speaker 1: just a bad dream? I'm going to wake him from
Speaker 1: any moment. Pushing forward between the market stools, out leaving
Speaker 1: the market behind her, a vision of a church appears,
Speaker 1: injecting my which I needed, hope into her heart, a
Speaker 1: possible sanctuary. Whoever this demon of a woman is, she
Speaker 1: can't follow me into a church right, Drawing desperately on
Speaker 1: her last reserves of energy, every movement of her legs
Speaker 1: agony as she runs through the gates, barely noticing the
Speaker 1: Saint Joseph's sign that she stumbled towards the white doors.
Speaker 1: Glancing over her shoulder, the woman is still there, but
Speaker 1: seems to be hesitating at the church gate. Maybe she
Speaker 1: really can't come into church land. Banging on the door
Speaker 1: as her body collapses against it for support, Gasping frantically,
Speaker 1: the door swings open as she falls inside, her body
Speaker 1: finally submitting to the tall man she has experienced. Her
Speaker 1: mind becomes shrouded in darkness and brief moments of confused
Speaker 1: consciousness plague with vague sensations of a voice, a man's
Speaker 1: soothing voice, the sensation of being carried, the feeling of
Speaker 1: resting on a soft bed, the perspiration on her brow
Speaker 1: being wiped away with cold water, strong arms holding her,
Speaker 1: strange words echoing through her mind, the welcome caress of
Speaker 1: cold water on her lips. It might have been ours,
Speaker 1: it might have been days before. The fall on sort
Speaker 1: of consciousness cascaded through her body, the panic returning with
Speaker 1: a jolt, filling her so completely that she sat bolt
Speaker 1: upright on the bed, her eyes frantically dancing around the
Speaker 1: room to get a sense of where she was, the
Speaker 1: strange walls adorned with religious pictures with crosses. Suddenly feeling safe,
Speaker 1: she collapsed back on the bed, her mind slowly recovering
Speaker 1: had it been a dream? The door in the corner
Speaker 1: of the room glided open silently, a man walking in,
Speaker 1: obviously trying to remain quiet and not disturb anybody. Seeing
Speaker 1: her sat up in the bed, he said, oh, you're awake,
Speaker 1: an easy smiled, gently moving across his lips. I was
Speaker 1: a bit worried about you for a while. Walking over
Speaker 1: to the bed, Ignoring her shocked looked, he says, well,
Speaker 1: let's give you the once over now you're awake, his
Speaker 1: strong hand cradling her face as his thumb firmly draws
Speaker 1: her lower eight lid down. A flash of an image
Speaker 1: a memory shoots her mind, rough hands over her breast,
Speaker 1: pinching her nipples painfully, an electrifying bliss remaining. As those
Speaker 1: hands release her throbbing nipples, she moans involuntarily as a
Speaker 1: warmth grows between her thighs. A familiar yet strange desire
Speaker 1: burning through her hands moved down the back of her neck,
Speaker 1: pressing firmly along her muscles and shoulders, grows loudly as
Speaker 1: another image sparks in her mind, hands pulling tight on
Speaker 1: her hair, pulling her shoulders back as she feels a
Speaker 1: hard erection pressing deep inside a pussy, her hips moving
Speaker 1: in symphony with the memory desire dripping down her thighs.
Speaker 1: You took quite a bang there when you fell through
Speaker 1: the door, but I can't feel any real damage. Perspiration
Speaker 1: dripping down her forehead as a burning desire moves through
Speaker 1: her body. Seeing the moisture, he raises a hand to
Speaker 1: her head, brushing her hair back, forcing an image into
Speaker 1: her mind of hands around her bound wrists, naked and vulnerable,
Speaker 1: the warm wood of a crucifix pushing along the length
Speaker 1: of a body as a firm stroke of hand crashes
Speaker 1: across her naked ass, the initial sting of pain subsiding
Speaker 1: into a beautifully erotic sensation of glowing walls between her thighs.
Speaker 1: That hand sliding between her thighs, massaging her damp lips, slowly, painfully,
Speaker 1: slowly caressing her wet folds, before another crash at the
Speaker 1: hand across her ass. Her thighs tense in anticipation. Somewhere
Speaker 1: in the vision of voice whispers are you hot. Desire
Speaker 1: fills her body as her core clenches, overpowering any fear
Speaker 1: or any sense, opening her eyes the man's sensual gaze
Speaker 1: watching her inquisitely as he repeats, are you hot? I
Speaker 1: can turn the thermostade down if you like. Smiling weakly,
Speaker 1: she just replies no, I'm fine. Suddenly remembering why she
Speaker 1: ended up here, she asked quickly the woman that was
Speaker 1: chasing me? Has she gone? Looking at her? He smiles calmly,
Speaker 1: there was only you at the door. Breathing a heavy
Speaker 1: sigh of relief, she sinks back into the bed. Are
Speaker 1: you okay? Yes's words concerned and natural. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,
Speaker 1: Just struggling to remember some things. Something about his voice
Speaker 1: resonated with a memory. She was trying desperately to recall
Speaker 1: something about him she felt she should remember, but just
Speaker 1: beyond her touch, so frustratingly close, and yet she couldn't.
Speaker 1: What are you struggling to remember? Maybe I can help.
Speaker 1: Concentrating for a moment, she suddenly felt like her whole
Speaker 1: life had started with her running across the market away
Speaker 1: from that evil woman who obviously wanted to kill her. Well,
Speaker 1: my name, for a start, and who the heck I am?
Speaker 1: And where that woman was chasing me? She laughed, mirthlessly.
Speaker 1: Standing by the side of the bed, his hands reach
Speaker 1: out for hers, placing her hand in his. A storm
Speaker 1: of image's cascade into her mind, her eyes focusing on
Speaker 1: the throbbing erection inside his pants. She was there in
Speaker 1: front of an altar, a wall of green behind her,
Speaker 1: on her knees in silent prayer, as she slid his
Speaker 1: zipper down, his firm cock pushing into the air. She
Speaker 1: could taste his shaft on her lips as she slid
Speaker 1: them up and down his length, dragging her teeth along
Speaker 1: his throbbing erection. And then another hand, a woman's hand,
Speaker 1: caressing his bulls as her tongue dances around the tip
Speaker 1: of his cock, the excitement of having him on the
Speaker 1: edge of her mouth and throbbing violently, exciting her even more.
Speaker 1: Feeling his hand lift her, she rises from the bed,
Speaker 1: the comforter, falling to the floor. A cold breeze caresses
Speaker 1: over her naked body. Fuck, she was naked. How the
Speaker 1: hell did that happened? You undress me, she asked nervously,
Speaker 1: suddenly feeling very self conscious. Laughing gently, he said, no,
Speaker 1: not me, my housekeeper. Your clothes needed a little attention,
Speaker 1: his eyes gently caressing over her body, somehow fueling the
Speaker 1: desire already there, her nipples painfully raising to his gaze,
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching and anticipation of well, she just didn't
Speaker 1: know what please, You've nothing to fear with me. Adam
Speaker 1: and Eve were perfectly naked in the garden of Eden,
Speaker 1: and that wasn't an issue until they felt ashamed by it.
Speaker 1: Still unsure, she nevertheless followed his lead as he led
Speaker 1: her to a large mirror in the corner of the room.
Speaker 1: Just look in the mirror, tell me what you see.
Speaker 1: Standing in front of the mirror, her naked body tense
Speaker 1: with self consciousness, throbbing with an unknown desire. She looked
Speaker 1: up and down herself from head to foot, her eyes
Speaker 1: settling on the eyes in the mirror as she whispers,
Speaker 1: it's just me. Gently. The warmth of his breath caresses
Speaker 1: her ears as he whispers, it is will look harder,
Speaker 1: Maybe you're not seeing everything. Looking again, staring harder. There
Speaker 1: was something, something just over her shoulder, something in the
Speaker 1: shadows in the corner of the room, almost a smile
Speaker 1: materializing out of the darkness. An image of Alice in
Speaker 1: Wonderland and the Cheshire Cat flooded her mind, the grin
Speaker 1: becoming attached to lips, a face, her face grinning ominously
Speaker 1: in the shadows, turning quickly, panic flooding her mind. But
Speaker 1: there is nothing there, just the shadows. You do see yourself,
Speaker 1: don't you? Beth? Beth, her name is Beth. How do
Speaker 1: you know my name? Do I know you? She stutters,
Speaker 1: her finger tipped touched with sanity, vanishing with every passing moment.
Speaker 1: You could say that you came to me a little
Speaker 1: time ago for help on a personal matter. You stayed
Speaker 1: for a while so we might explore it and help
Speaker 1: you find a resolution. He smiled that smile that seemed
Speaker 1: to caress Beth from the inside out, that smile that
Speaker 1: brought flashes of a memory to a mind. Him over her,
Speaker 1: grasping her wrists as he pounded into her, his eyes
Speaker 1: holding her gaze, smiling as thrust after deliciously powerful thrust
Speaker 1: hammered into her pussy, the tip of his cock pushing
Speaker 1: hard along the inside that smile as his cock swelled,
Speaker 1: but pussy clutching at him desperately, needly, she gasped loudly
Speaker 1: as she felt him errupt inside her, her own body
Speaker 1: climaxing in beautiful sinchronity. As the memory dimmed, the sensations
Speaker 1: just grew stronger, the aching in her body undeniable. Who
Speaker 1: are you, she whispered, I am father Simon. You do
Speaker 1: not remember me at least, he said, raising her hand
Speaker 1: to her face, his finger tipped gently, caressing her skin.
Speaker 1: Electricity flooded through her body at his touch, feeling desperately
Speaker 1: to turn her face into his hand and suck on
Speaker 1: his fingers, to fall to her knees and submit to
Speaker 1: his desires. I doubt if I'm honest. Okay, come with me.
Speaker 1: Don't worry about being naked. There is no one else here,
Speaker 1: and the doors are locked, his hand reaching out and
Speaker 1: finding hers, leading her gently through the door into the
Speaker 1: knave of the church, the ceilings rising high above her head,
Speaker 1: the sunlight beaming through stained glass windows, the colors dancing
Speaker 1: across the stone floor, leading her across the church, the
Speaker 1: cold air biting at her body, stimulating the rising desire
Speaker 1: moving through her further. Stopping at an old font, he says,
Speaker 1: put your hands on the font and look into the water. Obediently,
Speaker 1: Beth hands grasped the side of the font, Looking into
Speaker 1: the water, she feels a sudden urge to push her
Speaker 1: ass out, as if she could feel Simon's hands upon
Speaker 1: her hips, pulling her hard against him, as his swollen
Speaker 1: cock teases at her pussy, and as she feels out
Speaker 1: first thrust, stretching her lips as he fucks her deep
Speaker 1: and hard, the tension in her body grows, the passion
Speaker 1: burning between her thighs turning into a wildfire, as she
Speaker 1: watches the waves of pleasure moving over her face in
Speaker 1: the watery reflection, her pussy clutching frantically a disthrusting cock,
Speaker 1: her own wet pleasure dripping down her thighs, Grasping at
Speaker 1: the font, she can feel an orgasm rising, the expression
Speaker 1: of pleasure changing her face, her expression as if she
Speaker 1: was possessed by her own desire, her own lust. Staring
Speaker 1: hard into the face in the font, that look, that
Speaker 1: woman's face looking back at her from the still water. Shocked,
Speaker 1: Beth pushes herself away from the font, leaning back over
Speaker 1: slowly as if she expects the water to explode in
Speaker 1: her face. Nothing but her nervous gaze looking back. What
Speaker 1: just happened, she asks, turning to face Simon. Just memory
Speaker 1: coming back. I'm sure now you know you always love
Speaker 1: the altar, he says, leading her to the green copped altar,
Speaker 1: The green walls a perfect backdrop to the golden crucifix
Speaker 1: that hangs there. Watching Simon move in front of the altar,
Speaker 1: as he turns to face her, his son caresses her forehead,
Speaker 1: her knees buckled, the urge to fall to her knees
Speaker 1: overpowering as her gaze fixes on the erection tentting his pants,
Speaker 1: and desire, the need to taste him swamping every thought,
Speaker 1: the memory flooding her senses, her fingers grasping a stiff
Speaker 1: cock as she eases her lips over the end, tasting
Speaker 1: that delicious hint of his desire, as her tongue swirls
Speaker 1: over his tip, exploring him, enticing him as he thrust
Speaker 1: deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips as he threatens
Speaker 1: her throat, his fingers grasping her hair, pulling her tight
Speaker 1: onto his cock, and then from nowhere, another mouth moving
Speaker 1: deftly over his bulls her red lips, sucking them into
Speaker 1: her mouth, forcing his cock to swell even harder in
Speaker 1: Best's mouth, the first drop of pre come trickling over
Speaker 1: her tongue as she sees those eyes that face her,
Speaker 1: face right next to hers, her eyes staring at hers
Speaker 1: as she takes his cock deep into her mouth. Shocked,
Speaker 1: Beth opens her eyes, shattering the memory into a thousand pieces,
Speaker 1: even more shocked to find herself on her knees, her
Speaker 1: arousal burning like a wildfire as she eyes the bulge
Speaker 1: in Simon's pants, the desire to taste him, to fill
Speaker 1: his seed exploding in her throat, to satisfy his desires,
Speaker 1: and then to feel her pussy full of his hard
Speaker 1: passion as he pushes inside of her, pushing his hand
Speaker 1: through her hair, lifting her there, ayes, meeting their lips
Speaker 1: just inches away. Beth can taste the warmth of his breath,
Speaker 1: feel the heat of his desire pressing against her stomach
Speaker 1: as he whispers, you know there was one room you
Speaker 1: absolutely loved. How about that will bring your memory back,
Speaker 1: before taking her hand and leading her briskly to the
Speaker 1: door at the back of the knave. Taking a key
Speaker 1: from his pocket, he unlocks the door and steps aside.
Speaker 1: With a sweeping motion of his hand, he says, you
Speaker 1: open it please, It is your room and certainly a
Speaker 1: place where ladies always come first. Nervously, she places her
Speaker 1: hand on the door handle, turning it, pushing the door
Speaker 1: and standing back. Panic feels her as she stares through
Speaker 1: the open door at the site before her. So well,
Speaker 1: I hope you've enjoyed that. Part two next week so
Speaker 1: you'll have to see what's in the room and what's
Speaker 1: going to happen and who is that strange woman hanging around? Yes,
Speaker 1: this is a two parters, so you can tune back
Speaker 1: in next week when we can get wild in bed
Speaker 1: all over again. But until next time, and always with
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