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Speaker 1: Wild and Bed, a reverse Urrehen fantasy, Lisa is traveling
Speaker 1: to a business board dance, but she hasn't got dancing
Speaker 1: on her mind. She has only one thing, the seduction
Speaker 1: of Martin. He has obviously wanted her, and she has
Speaker 1: been waiting two years for him to make a move.
Speaker 1: But tonight she was going to make damn sure she
Speaker 1: would have him, and have him hard. For all his
Speaker 1: gentle good looks, his baby blue eyes, is clean shaving jawline.
Speaker 1: She was determined to transform him into the animalistic beasts
Speaker 1: she desired. And then, in the middle of nowhere, her
Speaker 1: car breaks down, leaving her lost and cold, so cold,
Speaker 1: her plans of a lust filled night all but destroyed
Speaker 1: in the snow. But is there a savior out there,
Speaker 1: a place for refuge?
Speaker 2: Oh? Will she just end up in a worse position
Speaker 2: and dying a freezing death in this snowstorm? Hi, it's
Speaker 2: Devlin and welcome to another episode of wild and bed
Speaker 2: your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking
Speaker 2: good fantasies. So tonight a reverse harm m. I would
Speaker 2: like to firstly thank Melissa for sending in the story. Yes,
Speaker 2: she's asked me to say her name. She kind of
Speaker 2: likes the thought of m hmm, you indulging in her fantasy. Apparently.
Speaker 2: You know, if you've listened to my experienced eroticus, that
Speaker 2: I have a I have a thing for playing with innocence,
Speaker 2: particularly with fairy tales, so you might you might just
Speaker 2: recognize a little fairy tale here. You know, this podcast
Speaker 2: is best enjoyed life laying on your bed and just
Speaker 2: put those ear PUDs in, loose in your clothes and
Speaker 2: close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my
Speaker 2: voice moving over and inside you. When you're ready to surrender,
Speaker 2: just go ahead and take a nice deep breath, holding
Speaker 2: it for a moment, and release it with a sigh,
Speaker 2: letting go of all that tension, all that stress. For
Speaker 2: the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and
Speaker 2: my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
Speaker 2: your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to explore your
Speaker 2: inner passions, as you listen to my voice and immerse
Speaker 2: yourself in the story. Lisa turned the key in the
Speaker 2: ignition again. The now familiar sound of the engine failing
Speaker 2: to start echoed through the car. Fuck, she mumbled, glaring
Speaker 2: at the snow falling heavily on the windscreen. Her legs
Speaker 2: were already numb, Her initial optimism of still making the
Speaker 2: ball was fading with every new snowflake. The sun had
Speaker 2: dropped below the horizon over an hour ago, taking with
Speaker 2: it the last remnants of warmth in the car. She
Speaker 2: was not dressed for this. She was dressed to be
Speaker 2: wined and dined and to seduce some fuck Martin for
Speaker 2: once and for all, not stuck in the ass end
Speaker 2: of nowhere, up to her tits in snow, holding her breath.
Speaker 2: As she turned the cake again, the battery strained to
Speaker 2: kick stout the car, and then fell into a deafening silence.
Speaker 2: Cursing with a profanity that would shock her mother, Lisa
Speaker 2: prounded the steering whell Why the fuck did this always
Speaker 2: have to happen to her, her first decent night out
Speaker 2: in years, and it was already screwed? I wonder she
Speaker 2: was fucking single? The universe just hated her. After ten
Speaker 2: minutes of mindless screaming, her voice now hoarse, she calmed down,
Speaker 2: deciding that maybe was now the time to be sensible
Speaker 2: about her situation. She could stay in the car with
Speaker 2: no hating. Out of the corner of her eyes, she
Speaker 2: cooled to a glimpse of her cellphone, sat on the
Speaker 2: passenger seat. Picking it up, she glared at the screen.
Speaker 2: He cruelly reminded her she was in the back end
Speaker 2: of nowhere and there was no cell phone signal, so
Speaker 2: she could stay in the car and freeze to death
Speaker 2: or go out in the snow and freeze to death.
Speaker 2: Great choice. A memory stabbed in her mind. There had
Speaker 2: been a building a little way back, maybe a quarter
Speaker 2: of a mile or so. It hadn't been lit up
Speaker 2: or anything, but maybe they had a fire, food, perhaps
Speaker 2: a telephone. The temperature in the car dropped a few degrees,
Speaker 2: as if to confirm her rather limited options. Hesitating, Lisa
Speaker 2: could not be sure if it was a cult making
Speaker 2: her shiver, or the fear of having to walk out
Speaker 2: in the snow in jeans and a sweater. It was
Speaker 2: one thing, but she was dressed in a ball gown
Speaker 2: in hills hardly closed to protect her from the harsh
Speaker 2: winter weather. From what she could remember, the cabin had
Speaker 2: been only a quarter of a mile back, maybe a
Speaker 2: fifteen minute walk in the heavy snow at a push.
Speaker 2: The prospect of a fire and food was very tempting.
Speaker 2: Another five minutes of debate with herself as she made
Speaker 2: her mind up. If she stayed in the car, she
Speaker 2: would definitely die, a beautiful corpse, well dressed, admittedly a corpse. Nonetheless,
Speaker 2: at least going to the cabin she had a chance
Speaker 2: of survival. Jee's people walked to the north pole. She
Speaker 2: was hardly going to die in a fifteen minute walk
Speaker 2: through a few inches of snow to a cabin. Pushing
Speaker 2: the car door open, she thrust herself into the snowstorm,
Speaker 2: determined not to change her mind. It only took a
Speaker 2: few minutes to realize why people didn't walk to the
Speaker 2: north Pole in open toad stilettos, and a few more
Speaker 2: to realize that a ball gown offered absolutely no protection
Speaker 2: against the winter wind. Parts of her body progressed from cold,
Speaker 2: threw frozen to numb, and then burning with a cold fire.
Speaker 2: The lingery she had chosen to wear beneath the ball gown.
Speaker 2: Whilst sexy as hell and admittedly perfect for seducing, Martin
Speaker 2: was certainly not thermal, and every inch of her skin
Speaker 2: was ravaged by the vicious bite of winter. Stumbling footful
Speaker 2: to footful, she lunged up the road. It probably looked
Speaker 2: quite pretty in the summer, she thought, briefly, imagining the
Speaker 2: array of flowers that might decorate her journey. Shaking her head,
Speaker 2: she tried to clear her mind of the maddening thoughts
Speaker 2: of Plater. Was she going insane? Was this some form
Speaker 2: of temporary madness brought on by the cold of the storm.
Speaker 2: After what seemed like an eternity, her hands fell heavily
Speaker 2: against the wood of the cabin door. Struggling, she managed
Speaker 2: to find the handle and push it open with a
Speaker 2: creaky groan, announcing her entrance, hardly the fanfare she had
Speaker 2: imagined turning up to at the ball this evening. Slamming
Speaker 2: the door behind her, she leant back on it, panting heavily. Slowly,
Speaker 2: her eyes became accustomed to the dim light in the cabin.
Speaker 2: It was larger than she thought, and relatively tidy well.
Speaker 2: The mess seemed to be well organized at least a
Speaker 2: large fireplace dominated one more. Its stone hearth looked surprisingly inviting.
Speaker 2: Oh anyone home, Lisa called out uncertainly. She listened intently,
Speaker 2: but all she could hear was the deafening sound of
Speaker 2: the storm raging outside. Unsure whether or not she was
Speaker 2: glad for the apparent lack of response, she pulled some
Speaker 2: kindling from the fireside and tried to lay a fire.
Speaker 2: Damn it, she had been a girl's scout, albeit briefly.
Speaker 2: Of course, she could get a fire going, and right
Speaker 2: now that was what she wanted more than anything in
Speaker 2: the world, to feel some warmth. After several attempts, the
Speaker 2: smallest of flames flickered amongst the kindling, Slowly placing logs
Speaker 2: on the infant fire, the flames grew. Relief failed Lisa's
Speaker 2: body as a heat embraced her, and distantly she remembered
Speaker 2: something about hypothermia and the danger of wet clothes. Undressing hurriedly,
Speaker 2: she hung her dress from a nail in the beams
Speaker 2: above her head. As the fire gently grew, casting its
Speaker 2: light around the empty cabin, Lisa noticed a table in
Speaker 2: the corner of the room. Three stone bowls obtained the
Speaker 2: table presumably the produce of whoever occupied the cabin normally.
Speaker 2: Maybe they would return in the morning once a storm
Speaker 2: had passed, and they could help her get home, she thought.
Speaker 2: Or maybe they were mechanics and they could fix her car.
Speaker 2: Optimism started to invade her mind once again. Looking into
Speaker 2: the bowls, the remains of the breakfast were still there.
Speaker 2: Porridge not exactly Lisa's first choice, and it had become
Speaker 2: solid through the cold of the day. Lifting the fur,
Speaker 2: she carried it to the fire. It was a stone
Speaker 2: bole right, it would heat up on the fire at
Speaker 2: least enough so it was at least edible. Placing it
Speaker 2: on the stone hearth next to the flames, Lisa watched
Speaker 2: it intently until whispers of steam arose from the porridge
Speaker 2: and the solidified masked turnto a more appealing slop. Tasting
Speaker 2: it quickly, Lisa spat it back into the bowl. Geez,
Speaker 2: had this person never heard of the health damaged salt
Speaker 2: could do? Apparently not, as the abrasive taste savaged her tongue.
Speaker 2: Taking the second bowl, she placed it on the hearth,
Speaker 2: impatiently waiting for it to steam, Hoping, like how these
Speaker 2: people didn't all over salt their breakfast. When the steam
Speaker 2: did eventually rise, Lisa took a taste and spitting it
Speaker 2: back out again automatically. When on earth did Banana's figure
Speaker 2: with porridge? Okay, Lisa was allergic to them, but they
Speaker 2: would have never tasted good in porridge anyway. Who the
Speaker 2: heck worthy strange people. Taking the third bowl, she placed
Speaker 2: it on the hearth and circled the room, impatiently, wondering
Speaker 2: what awful thing this person had added to their porridge
Speaker 2: to make it inedible to Lisa. Lisa couldn't imagine porridge
Speaker 2: being much worse than it naturally was, but these people
Speaker 2: seemed to have made an art form of creating something
Speaker 2: far more disgusting. As the steam rose from the ball,
Speaker 2: Lisa chanced the smallest taste. The small glow of whiskey
Speaker 2: burned at the back of her throat, sending a warm
Speaker 2: tingle through a body. Lisa smiled wildly as she ate
Speaker 2: from the bowl. Desperately, this one is perfect, she whispered,
Speaker 2: feeling at least less hungry and perhaps a little tipsy.
Speaker 2: She ventured further into the cabin, a kitchen and a bathroom, well,
Speaker 2: a very small bathroom was secreted in the back end
Speaker 2: of the wooden building. A wooden staircase led up from
Speaker 2: the lower floor, and the whole upper floor was given
Speaker 2: over to a single bedroom well, a room with three
Speaker 2: mattresses laying on the floor. Of course, there was three.
Speaker 2: There were three balls, there would be three mattresses. Pressing
Speaker 2: the first mattress with her feet, straw dropped chaotically out
Speaker 2: of the sides. Lisa jumped back, expecting a rat to appear.
Speaker 2: The second mattress was little more than a wooden bench,
Speaker 2: obviously the choice of someone who thought sleep should be
Speaker 2: some sort of masochistic endeavor. The third was at least
Speaker 2: a passable mattress. It felt soft and luxurious under her
Speaker 2: feet compared to the others. Pressing it again, suddenly Lisa
Speaker 2: felt tired. Maybe it was a stress of the evening,
Speaker 2: or perhaps a whiskey laden porridge, but for some reason,
Speaker 2: Lisa felt an undeniable urge to lay down on the mattress.
Speaker 2: Pulling a thick fleece over her, she lay on the mattress,
Speaker 2: staring at the ceiling, letting her mind wander aimlessly to
Speaker 2: the party going on right now, imagining what might be
Speaker 2: happening picturing Martin there, looking handsome in his evening suit,
Speaker 2: his baby blue eyes, and dressing her gently. No doubt
Speaker 2: he would be dancing with that bitch Diane. Now, God,
Speaker 2: this was going to be there night. She had even
Speaker 2: bore this damn lingerie for him. Two years of flatation
Speaker 2: and dripping sexual tension had taken Lisa to the brink
Speaker 2: of sexual madness. Her body warmed with essensial glow as
Speaker 2: she imagined dancing with him, looking into his eyes and
Speaker 2: feeling his cock pressing tightly against her, pushing her fingers
Speaker 2: beneath the waistband of her silk panties. The heat burning
Speaker 2: between her thighs was undeniable. Just the thought of having
Speaker 2: Martin against her turned her un like that. Feeling his
Speaker 2: fingers caressing her thighs sent a warm chill her body.
Speaker 2: The anticipation of his expiration as he neared her swollen
Speaker 2: pussy forced her to moan gently. She could feel him now,
Speaker 2: their legs entwined as his hips pressed between her thighs,
Speaker 2: immersed in his gaze as he watched her, the tip
Speaker 2: of his cop teasing at her lips, his need as
Speaker 2: powerful and as intoxicating as her own. Just to see
Speaker 2: that pleasure in his eyes as he pressed inside her,
Speaker 2: so deep, so hard. He might be gentle in the office,
Speaker 2: but she would make damn sure he fucked her like
Speaker 2: an animal. Once she had him in bed. Lisa's fingers
Speaker 2: parted at her lips, pressing her fingers inside her cow
Speaker 2: clutching along those fingers as they explored the walls of
Speaker 2: her pussy, caressing it fully, rubbing her click with a thumb.
Speaker 2: Her fingers rocked inside, thrusting eagerly, the fleece falling from
Speaker 2: her body as her back arched in pleasure, the cold
Speaker 2: air stimulating her senses beyond recognition. Lisa could feel the
Speaker 2: familiar wave of her orgasm pummeling her body, Pressing her
Speaker 2: feet into the mattress. She lifted her hips to meet
Speaker 2: Martin's thrust, to force him deeper. She didn't want to
Speaker 2: come yet. No, no, not yet, not until he was
Speaker 2: ready and she could feel his warm com fill her need.
Speaker 2: Opening her eyes, the dark eyes of a stranger stared
Speaker 2: at her intensely, Not the baby blue eyes of Martin,
Speaker 2: but dark brown and the molistic eyes, a burned with lust,
Speaker 2: her face covered with a furious beard, a chest scarred
Speaker 2: and tattooed, and so broad it overshadowed Lisa. Strong muscular
Speaker 2: arms held his body above her. She should be scared,
Speaker 2: she knew she should. But there was something so damn
Speaker 2: rugged about this man, something so primeval. His body was
Speaker 2: obviously naked, his hand stroking hard along his exposed direction,
Speaker 2: moving along every damn inch with a hypnotic motion. Lisa's
Speaker 2: eyes watered at the sight of his large cock, so swollen,
Speaker 2: so throbbing, so enticing. Don't stop, he growled. Another desire
Speaker 2: evaded Lisa's thoughts, something so alien to her. She should
Speaker 2: be shocked. This wasn't the man of the office who
Speaker 2: sat behind a desk all day. This was a man
Speaker 2: who lived by his instincts. He killed every damn day.
Speaker 2: Something about his press since was just so powerful it
Speaker 2: assaulted every thought lea saad. He grabbed her thighs and
Speaker 2: pulled it down the mattress until his cock pressed aggressively
Speaker 2: into a pussy, stretching her lips to the point of pain.
Speaker 2: Every thrust of his swollen cock rubbed at her throbbing
Speaker 2: clt fuck. Lisa could feel him pressing it into every
Speaker 2: inch of her, Her pussy clutched without remorse along his
Speaker 2: shaft as he filled her completely, Grabbing her wrissy, pinned
Speaker 2: her hands down, His lips secured on her nipples, biting
Speaker 2: them hard, his beard tingling over her naked chest. The
Speaker 2: burning sensation of electricity vibrated through her body. Her thoughts swirled,
Speaker 2: lost in the midst of confusion as pleasure flooded her body.
Speaker 2: Her mind gazed as he continued to fuck her roughly,
Speaker 2: with unrelenting thrusts of his large cock, lifting her hip.
Speaker 2: She bucked against him, forcing him deeper. Then there was
Speaker 2: a moment when the world stopped and her mind emptied
Speaker 2: of everything but pleasure. The warm stream of his cum
Speaker 2: filled her completely. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lisa
Speaker 2: raised her pussy hard against him, forcing his orgasm harder
Speaker 2: inside her, her pussy clutching frantically as her pleasure exploded,
Speaker 2: her scream of delight drowning at the storm as she
Speaker 2: collapsed back onto the mattress. For the longest moment, sensibility
Speaker 2: evaded her, every thought consumed of the pleasure that relentlessly
Speaker 2: moved up and down her body. What the fuck just happened?
Speaker 2: She thought? As the glimmer of sensibility returned, not wanting
Speaker 2: to open her eyes. She could feel a still pulsing
Speaker 2: cock inside her pussy. She could feel the caress of
Speaker 2: seamen as it teased along the crack of her ass.
Speaker 2: This can't be a fantasy, surely, she thought, this cannot
Speaker 2: be a daydream. As she opened her eyes, slowly, burning
Speaker 2: brown eyes watched her with the sensitivity she wasn't expecting.
Speaker 2: His fingers slid between hers as he thrust his still
Speaker 2: throbbing cock in and out of her pussy slowly, the
Speaker 2: last drops of his cum warming her completely. In the
Speaker 2: dim light of the room, she could make out his face.
Speaker 2: It was handsome in a mountain manned kind of way.
Speaker 2: But perhaps more frightening than the man who had just
Speaker 2: funked her now like an animal was the sight of
Speaker 2: the other Two men stood in the shad, both naked,
Speaker 2: their muscular torsos glimmered in the scant light. Their cocks
Speaker 2: were obviously hard and most definitely erect as they stared
Speaker 2: down at Lisa. Oh fuck, she whispered, her pussy trembling
Speaker 2: with pleasure at the very side of their lust filled bodies.
Speaker 2: So part one of our little winter story. I hope
Speaker 2: you enjoy it, so until next week we can get
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