Speaker 1: Hi, it's Devlin. I want to take a moment before
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you for staying with me. So for now, just lay
back and enjoy tonight's story. High as Devil, and welcome
to another episode of Wild in Bed, your Monday night
destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking good fantasies.
You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on
your bed. Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes,
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over
and inside you. And when you're ready, take a deep
breath and hold it for a moment, and then let
it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension,
any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's
just you in my voice. This is your time, your
time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time
to release that in a woman as you listen to
my voice and feel the story caressing over your body
as you enjoy this week's listener fantasy. The early afternoon
sun warms her face and shoulders. She sits in the grass,
her legs folded and her hands resting on her knees.
Her eyes are closed in silent contemplation. As she breathes
in and out with the rhythmic keys. Her mind wanders
and she feels a burning in the middle of her
back that is yet unnamed. Unchallenged. She straightens her spine
and tries to ignore the pressure against her back. The
back of her neck tingles. The muscles of her throat
tighten as he ache in her chest becomes stronger and
louder in her silent mind, Where are you? She whispers
to the sun. A breeze rustles through the hair resting
near her ear, and she shivers, her crown tingles. Warmth
flows over her and around her. She slowly opens her eyes,
silhouetted against the sunlight. A figure walks up the slope
of the hill she is sitting on. She knows him,
knows his name, his eyes, his smile, and the sound
of his voice, a low, beautiful. He whispers in his
gruff tone. Where are you? She sighs again. Here, he says,
and kneels in front of her. I miss you, she whispers.
Tears blur her vision. She closes her eyes. A strong
hand reaches out, touching the edge of her jaw. I
feel you all the time, but can't touch you or
hear you. I'm questioning if this is real, and yet
cannot stop being pulled in your direction. Her lips fill
the butter like caress of a kiss, and she trembles
her mouth, tingles, nerves coil in her belly. Is any
of this real? She mutters, arms in case her and
she feels someone nibble the skin of her neck. This
cannot be real, she murmurs, as tinkles of pleasure flush
over her chest to her center. Her breath catches, her
chin lifts toward the sky as the tingles race down
the center of her neck. Something warm and firm cups
her breast, and she moans. The nipple stings prickly, and
she gasps with pleasured surprise. This cannot be happening, she
says softly, and falls back into the rich grass, her
arms raised above her head. Her core seems to pulse
with her heartbeat. Her clip hums. She twists her hips.
Tingles race across her chest as another strong grip digs
a hold of her other breast, and she feels a
soft flesh and braced in a warm palm. She arches slightly.
Her nipple still hums, as if poured repeatedly by unseen lips. Please,
she sighs on an escaping breath. Her body is tingling.
Warmth from the sun beats down, blinding her, until the
man leans up and blocks out the light. Please, She
breathes again, just before he bends over and encapsulates her
mouth in a deep kiss. He lays upon her, her
legs part, allowing him to rest in her in the
warmth of the afternoon. His hips breast down and she
feels the hardness of him against her burning core. She
jerks her mouth away and cries out with need I'm here,
he says, gruffly, his lips against her cheek. I need you,
she mutters, harshly, almost frantic. Her legs wrap around his
sides and she hugs him tightly. I need you too,
he whispers, taking her mouth in another kiss. She groans.
Her hands reach out and she finds thick hair, burying
her fingers into it. Holding him close, He suckles her
lips with long, deep caresses, letting his tongue slide in
and out of her mouth, before he gently tugs on
her bottom lip with his teeth. She pants as He
runs his lips over her neck and down once again
to her achy breast, where he pulls one peek in
his mouth and nibbles with appreciation. She trails her hands
over his back, feeling the strength of him, the manliness
of him. Her lips arch upwards, and she moans when
his teeth prick her nipple with stinging pleasure. He moves
down her body. Her fingers tug on his hair, tingles
race along her skin as he licks her hip, tugs
on her clothing, and curses he cannot reach his aim.
She lifts and feels warm sunshine caressing her skin as
he pulls her yoga pants down her legs. The breeze
is lovely, but not as lovely as a rush of
his breath on her skin. He tugs on her panties
with his teeth, his arms wrapping under her thighs. He
spans his hands along her hips and plays with the
skimpy material, his eyes gazing up over her body. She
looks down into beautiful blue eyes and feels herself tremble violently. God, Please,
she whimpers. He presses his face against her mound and
begins to nibble her pussy lips. Through her panties. She
cries out and tugs his hair. He is relentless, teasing
her this way. He nibbles a notch where her thigh
connects with her crotch. He runs his mouth along the
seam of her panties, where moisturer tests her desire for him.
His finger caresses the material's edge, slowly easing it to
one side until his tongue can sneak out and flick
the hard number of her desire. She jerks with a
spasm of glee. He looks up at her, then pulls
the material out of the way. Lowering his head, he
runs in tongue up her seam with slow deliberation. She
cries out, then catches her breath. He stops and leisurely
swirls his tongue over her clip, flicking it from side
to side. She pants, lifting to his mouth, begging in
action what she cannot put into words. His grip on
her hips tightened, and he holds her in place, teasing
her with his tongue, giving her long licks, before slowly
rolling over the achy nub with deliberate need. Her pussy
is seeping fluid, she can feel it. He growls. The
sound deep and hungry. When he bites lightly on her lips,
pulling them with his teeth, she cries out and rocks
her head from side to side, his tongue finding her
again and again as he licks her rhythmically, persistently, not stopping.
As her hips recoil from the instant pleasure of his kiss,
she digs her fingernails into his scalp and starts to
grow loudly. He does not relent, does not release her,
as her pussy shivers and trembles violently beneath him. She
is too close. Suddenly he pulls away, and she cries out.
Her legs release from his hard grip. She shudders, her
orgasm denied and her kneeds so great. Looking down, she
watches him unbutton his pants and pull out his hard cock.
She pleads with her eyes, hooking him with her feet,
trying to pull in toward her. His large hands clasp
her hips, stilling her movements. She blinks. The sun is
still silhouetted behind him, but she can see the blue
in his eyes as he looks down and buries his thick,
hard cock into her deeply. He lifts her hips so
she is resting on his shoulder blades, his hands clutch
her tightly. She cries out as his cock dries into
her heart and her pussy clamps down with an intense orgasm.
Her toes curl into the grass and her fingers dig
into her palms as a world bursts into rainbow colors
of dizzying energy. He drives into her as she shudders,
causing her orgasm to listen. Cut. She shudders, her pussy
still tight and shivering. Cut, don't stop. He lowers her
hips slightly and moves in and out of her softly,
his rigid length flinger stretching her to bursting. She tries
to catch her breath, but can hardly think with the
rush of renewed pleasure that begins to spiral his way
through a core cut. She looks at him with aching
need and longing for him to possess her in every
possible way, to join with her in the way all
soul mats connect to find fulfillment and peace. God Please.
He growls loudly and rocks his hips hard against her.
She reaches up and grabs his shoulders, pulling him down
so she can kiss him with all the warmth that
is hidden in her heart. Her mouth sucks on his
fore lips. She swallows the heat of his breath as
her body begins to tighten again. Fuck, sweetheart, he groans
and pistons his hips against hers. She explodes, her orgasm
so strong that she shivers and fills. The earth tremble
with the explosion of energy releasing from within her. Her
body is rigid and held down with unseen hands as
his love making rides her into nirvana and the sun
explodes behind his head. His hips pound her fiercely. Then
he drops his head back and growls her name as
he comes long and lovingly inside of her. He falls
on to her, his chest heaving. She is dazed and exhausted,
but feels such warmth, such fulfillment, that she wants to
hold him to her breast and never let him go.
He nibbles her neck. She trails her fingers over his back.
Don't go, she whispers. The bright blue of the sky
stare at her, and she can already feel the distance
that is between them. Inserting itself, I'm always here, he murmurs.
His weight is lifting, and she is looking at his face.
I love you, she says, with puzzlement. Her cheeks grow hot.
I can't explain it. His fingers caress her jawel, and
the sun again beats behind its form. She feels tears
sting her eyes as his form is again wrapped in
light and hidden from her. Don't go, she says, with
sadness in her sigh. The sun blinds her and she blinks.
He is gone. The birds are singing.
Speaker 2: She realizes that she is sitting cross legged, her hands
resting on her knees, fully clothed. Where are you, she murmurs,
as the warmth of the sun heats her chestnut hair.
The middle of her back aches, the tight pain making
her want to cry. Is any of this real? She whispers,
feeling one hot tear roll from the corner of her eye. Well,
I hope you've enjoyed that, And you know you can
send in your own fantasies and you can hear them
right here, listen to by thousands of people every month.
It's like having sex in public and nobody knowing when
we can get wild in bed all over again. But
for now and always with your pleasure in mind. This
is Devil in Wild, wishing you salacious dreams as you
have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now and
download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure
free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view.
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