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enjoy tonight's story. On this episode of Erotic Stories from
Wild in Bed, a taboo listeners erotic Fantasy. After years together,
Melissa has finally found the strength to leave her partner Brandon,
But on nights like this alone in a bar drinking whiskey,
she wondered if it was really the right choice. But
when Bricks, Brandon's best friend, appears in the bar, she
has to wonder if this is just luck or is
there something else at play. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome
to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for
salacious stories, sense your satisfaction and finger looking good fantasies. No,
I do hope you're laying on your bed, you've loosened
those clothes, put your earbuds in, and just close those
pretty eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice
caressing over your body. And when you're ready to surrender
to desire, just go ahead and take a nice deep
breath and hold it for a moment and let it
go with a sigh. Letting go of any tension, any stress.
For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you
and my voice. You have decided this is your time,
your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your
time to explore your inner desires. As you listen to
the story, I feel my voice going with you as
you immerse yourself in the pleasure. Sitting at the bar,
surrounded by dozens of people enjoying the end of a
week on a Friday night, A Lisa felt so alone
after she had left work that evening, she made a
spur of the minute decision to go out for a drink. Why.
Speaker 2: She didn't know, just that she didn't want to be
home alone. Instead, she was alone at a bar. She
lifted her drink, a whiskey sour, to her lips. The
drink slid smoothly down, telling her the bartender knew their stuff. Sighing,
she saved the flavors on her tongue. Alisa barely registered
someone sitting on the store beside her. It wasn't until
she heard her name that she was pulled from her
brooding thoughts. Alsa is that you? She turned, her eyes
widened in recognition and surprise, Bricks, Hi, I thought it
was you. It's been a while, what two? Three years? Now?
Three years? Last time I saw you was just before
the divorce, the last poker knight at the house. Alisa
looked down into her tumbler, unable to meet Briggs's eyes. Now,
bris was her ex husband's best friend and coworker, she
had always felt comftable around him. Unlike some of his
friends and family, Briggs had always seemed too well, almost
pitier at times, yet not in a way that made
her feel pathetic. No, it was more along the lines
of making her feel she deserved better. It's been that long,
Briggs replied, sounding a bit surprised. Yeah, I'm sure you
and his father friends hate me like his family does.
After all, I'm the reason he left town and all.
Briggs reached out and took hold of her chin, gently
but firmly. He turned her head so that her eyes
met his. Lisa, listen to me, you have nothing to
be sorry for. You're not the one who did anything wrong.
Brandon would never have treated me the way he did
if I'd been enough. Stop it, you, hear me, Stop this.
Brandon is the one who should apologize to you. You
did not deserve to be treated the way he treated you.
He's the one who fucked up, not you. Elisa could
feel the tears pricking the corners of her eyes. But
I was a bad wife. All I ever did was complain.
I couldn't do anything right. I'm fat. Her words died
on her tongue at the angry look in Bricks's hatel
eyes and the low growl that escaped him. He was
looking at her like well, she could not describe the look.
All she did know was that no man had ever
looked at her like he was. Brandon surely hadn't unless
she was going crazy. He looked angry, not at her,
but for her. You were a great wife. You took
care of the house, made sure the bills were paid
on time, did his laundry, cooked his meals, all that,
working full time yourself. As for you being fat, I'm
calling bullshit, he said, his barytone voice taking on an
edge that she had never heard before. You were always
a terrific hostess when Brandon had our poker nights or entertained.
I don't know many women who would silently take Bricks
broke off and took a swallow of his beer. This
peeked at Liza's interest. However, what was he insinuating? Did
he mean what she was thinking he meant? She licked
her lips and took a slow breath before speaking, take
what bricks. His body almost shook at the breath he released,
as if he was expelling all those emotions he felt.
After a few heartbeats, he once more locked eyes with her.
There was that look again. It shot through her as
she met his gaze, waiting for him to explain the
jokes the innuendos at Brandon and some of the others made.
I know you had to have heard on those nights,
didn't you. Eliza looked away again and nodded kind of
hard not to hearing Brandon and the others laughing at
me when they assumed I couldn't hear. Well, I never
heard you join them, but the others that's because I
would never degrade a woman that way. Eliza. I'm sorry, sorry,
sorry for what she asked, her head snapping up looking
at him in the low bar light, and shock for
not stopping them, not saying something to them when he
told us you filed that last night, He honestly thought
you weren't serious. So did the others, but I knew better.
I had watched over the years as you started getting
more and more upset, though you never voiced it. Brandon
would tell me this version of arguments you two had
at the office, how he would blow off your feelings.
He would tell me how you were just an overly
emotional woman, but never looked at himself. It pissed me off.
Eliza knew her eyes had to be wide now and
her mouth agape in surprise. You you were pissed off
for me. Bris's eyes met hers again without hesitation, he nodded,
I was I still am, Eliza. I'm so sorry. I
never said anything to stop him or the others bricks,
Eliza breathed. Eliza felt her heart pounding now, sitting there
in the low light, Her eyes tethered to Brix's. Those
hazel eyes seemed almost ethereal in the light, boring to hers,
almost as if he were silently trying to convey something
that she could not decipher. Unconsciously, her tongue slipped out
over her lower lip. Her body felt an electric charge
she had not felt in so long, and Briggs was
the cause. Slowly, Briggs lifted a hand from where he
had been resting it on his thigh, almost as if
reaching towards the skittish cat. He kept his movement slow
as he gently cupped her cheek. The barely audible whimper
she released was encouraging and hot as hell. He studied.
Eliza washed her brown eyes close and her head leaned
into his touch, a look of pure bliss washing over
her face. It thrilled him, and he wanted to see
that look on her face again. Many times over the
nearly fifteen years of knowing this woman had he wanted
to do this, to fill her skin against his hand,
to just pull her into his arms and hold her.
All those poker knights that Brandon and the others had
laughed about her, talked down about her, They teased him
when he would defend her, when in reality he had
wanted to find her, pull her into his arms and
hold her. Now he could do just that. Sitting on
his barstel, Bricks reached out his other arm and pulled
Eliza into him. He did not miss the way her
body tensed, but that did not stop him. Gently and firmly,
Bricks enveloped Eliza into his arms. Her head now against
his shoulder as he stroked up and down her back hesitantly.
He felt her arms move and encircle him. Eliza, he breathed,
unsure if she heard him. Over the dinner of the bar.
Eliza's head was spinning as she sat on the edge
of the barstel being held by Briggs Cooper. Of all
of Brandon's friends, this man had been the only one
who made any effort to talk to her, to engage
with her in any way. He had always been able
to make her smile. At one time, Brandon had accused
her of having a crush on him, which was true,
but she only admitted that to herself. Then he would
follow that up with a guy like Bricks could never
want a woman like her. Emotions flooded her then, emotions
she had believed were short up in her mind. Her
hands clutched the cotton t shirt he wore as she
buried her face into his shoulder. Her tears she had
kept at Bay broke free silently in this man's embrace.
Those tears came unwanted. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away,
but Briggs's arms refused to let her and only tightened
around her. She felt him stroking the back of her head.
I've got you now, Eliza, You're safe. Now, just let
it go, Briggs whispered, AI, can you take me home? Please?
Eliza requested, her voice cracking. Did you drive or took
an uber Then let's get out of here, sweetheart. Sitting
in the passenger seat of Briggs's truck, Eliza took several breaths.
She felt horribly embarrassed at losing it there at the
bar and in front of bricks of all people. When
he called her sweetheart, A delicious and forbidden shiver shot
through her. What the hell was happening here between her
and Briggs? You're right over there. Yeah, I'm sorry about
losing it in the bar. You have no need to
apologize to me. I have a feeling what happened was
a long time coming, Eliza. Yes, Briggs, When was the
last time someone comforted you? The question stunned her. God,
when had been the last time? Brendan surely had not,
not even when she lost her grandmother and mother. Oh,
he had said he was sorry and went to the
funerals with her, But that was all. She frowned as
she thought about Briggs's question. II God can't even remember,
Eliza managed. Briggs just hummed but said nothing further as
he continued driving. Eliza sat there looking at the window,
feeling herself calming down again. When Bricks had placed her
in this truck, she had not missed how effortlessly he
lifted her off her feet. She knew she was no feather.
Brandon constantly reminded her of the fact that at one
hundred and fifty pounds, she needed to get in better shape.
It was only in the last year and a half
or so she had started to become comfortable with her body,
so what if she was no size too and did
not weigh under one hundred and twenty pounds. Out of
divorcing Brandon and getting the house in their divorce, she
started to try and enjoy herself. She did the things
she wanted to ate what she wanted to eat. Hell,
there were still times like tonight when those doubts that
Brandon had created in her mind crept in how he
had been the best thing and that no man would
want a nearly forty something, chubby lay woman like her.
She was bought out of amusing when Briggs pulled into
her driveway beside her Subaru. You want to come in.
I kind of ruined your night out, so the least
I could do is offer you a drink or something. Sure,
Bricks smiled at her, the glow of the dash casting
shadows over his handsome face. Before she could do more
than unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door, Brigs was
out of the truck and at her side. His hands
were at her waist and once more effortlessly lifting her
from the cab of the truck before sitting her on
her feet. Eliza licked her suddenly dry lips, looking up
at him. Briggs was a tall man, almost a foot
taller than her, not to mention incredibly good looking and strong.
He did not look his age, that was for sure. Reluctantly,
she turned from him and led the way to her
front door. A feeling washed over her again, the same
feeling she fell at the bar when he had cupped
her cheek, an awareness she had not felt before, almost
like Bricks was looking over her as he followed behind her.
It was quickly followed by embarrassment to that thought, No,
that's ridiculous, Bricks could never see me that way. My
crush is not reciprocated. Eliza chastised herself, unlocking the front door.
She had only taken two steps into the entryway, barely
enough to set her keys and purse on the small
table before her world tilted on its axis. She flipped
on the light. Then Brakes grabbed her, spun her and
pinned her against the wall, his strong hands shackling her
wrists up over her head, Eliza Briggs growled. His lips
captured hers, confident demanding, his tongue slid along her lips,
making her gasp. Briggs took advantage of her distraction and
his tongue invaded her mouth, Swirling dancing with hers, Eliza moaned,
sucking his tongue as her body came alive, her nipples
diamond hard and throbbing, her pussy going molten between her legs,
her whole body sizzling, knees barely supporting her bricks. We
shouldn't I want you, Eliza Briggs breathed, licking along the
column of her neck. I've wanted you for years to
feel you come alive for me. I want you to
give in, give in to me. How fuck bricks your
mouth Chuckling against her skin, Briggs lifted his other hand
to her hip. Slowly, his hand traveled up her side,
learning the curves that had haunted his dreams since he
had met her. Under her skirt and blouse she wore,
feeding her tremble and hearing her gasp his name up,
his hand continued, reaching the curve of her breast, Needing
to feel their weight in his hand, Briggs cupped her.
Got your breasts feels so good, perfect fit. Yes, Briggs,
Please tell me, sweetheart, m have you ever thought of me?
Imagined me doing this? Eliza whimpert. Briggs lifted his head
and looked down at the brunette he had pinned to
the wall. Her eyes were closed. Open your eyes, sweetheart,
languidly her lids lifted. That's a good girl. Now answer me.
Have you ever thought of me? Tell me the truth? Yeah, yes,
Eliza whispered, Oh, I like that, knowing you've thought of
me as I've thought of you. Her eyes widened. You
you thought of me, Brigs. His hand slid over the
plane of her stomach and explored the inside of Eliza's thigh,
massaging it firmly as his gaze burned into her eyes,
his pupils dilating with a furious intensity as his fingertips
caress the material of her panti's, exploring her warm, dampness,
teasing her desire higher. Fuck I did every time I came,
He groaned as his fingers slid her panties aside and
pressed inside her wet lips. Curling slowly, his fingertips caress
the walls of her pussy, kissing every inch, tracing electricity
through her body, his burning through her mind. Eliza moaned
to her pleasure as her pussy clinched tightly around his fingers,
wanting to feel him deeper, needing him to fill her completely.
Completing her gyrating her hip, she pressed back against his hand,
immersing in the sensations moving through her body, orchestrated by
the perfect motion that Briggs his fingers. The pad of
his thumb discovered her clint, massaging it in delightfully erotic
circles as his fingertips continued to tease her pleasure, forcing
her knees to buckle. Briggs His other hand pressed through
her hair, holding her tightly as his lips stalked to
her mouth, Kissing her hungrily. He whispered, come for me,
Come on my fingers, opening her eyes again, the intensity
of his passion nailing her to the spot. Eliza could
only ride his fingers, pushing them deeper into her as
her body tensed, clenching on to breaks his fingers. As
her pleasure cascaded down her body, breaks leaned down, kissing
her once more, this time slower, said auctively. He pulled
back to rest his forehead against hers. Even when I
was still married, but more after my own divorce. Every
time I heard Brandon talked down to you, every time
I saw that hurt in your eyes, all I wanted
to do was take you in my arms, make you
feel everything you should be feeling, to make you tremble
under my fingers, my mouth, to take you away from him.
Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Briggs decided to change
things up. He lowered her arms, holding her hand, he
tugged her toward the living room, sitting on the so
he eased it down so she now sat on his lap.
He could see that she seemed nervous at this, and
he had a pretty good idea why, and immediately wanted
to put her insecurities to rest. So part one of
our listeners Taboo Fantasy. Yes, Well, I hope you've enjoyed it,
so next week Part two. Now, I wonder what insecurities
might be there and how he's going to handle those
on the sofa, Well, you'll have to tune in next
week to find out. So until then, and always with
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