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enjoy Tonight's story. On this episode of Erotic Stories from
Wild and Mad, part one of her particularly dark paranormal
erotic fantasy, Lisa has suffered at the hands of those
she believed she could trust. Her career, her confidence, her
passion all destroyed as she sinks into the darkness of
her life, wishing for it all to end the moment
of last resort, and even then in the depths of
the dark, there is a flicker of light. But where
does it lead? Hi, It's Devlin and welcome to another
episode of Wild and Bad, your destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, this episode,
I have to warn you it does touch on some
pretty edgy subjects and it is particularly dark. I'm just
letting you know. You know, for hundreds of years, that
post orchasmic state, you know, when your mind is away,
as often be described as as a friend would say
that the tea mort the little death, and that's really
what has inspired this story. I told you it was
going to get dark, so be warned. Now, if you
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you're ready to surrender a pleasure, just go ahead and
close your eyes and enjoy the caress of my voice
as it moves up and on your body. And when
you're ready, 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 stress or tension.
For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you
and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax,
your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to explore your
inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel
my words drifting with you as you immerse yourself into
Night's story. The sun slowly dipped towards the city headline,
darkening orange pands feel the sky, creating a beautiful backdrop
to the skyscrapers. Pinpricks of office lights dimmed to black,
as the city slowly moved towards closing for the night.
Through the open window, voices drifted up from the streets,
the harried sounds of people desperate to get home. Various
styles of car horns sounded their angry fanfare as drivers
irritably pushed along the roads. Shutters clashed as the nighttimes
doors opened their doors for trade, and the first fragrances
of promise food filled the air. In the office, Lisa
leaned back in her leather chair. Swiveling slowly, she put
her heeled foot on the desk, her stilettos etching a
line across the dark mahogany one lone desk lap tried
to illuminate the room. She hadn't had the light on
during twilight hours since the incident. The ice in her
glass chinked against the crystal that held her generous measure
of Russian vodka. Lazily, she cast her eyes over the
various awards and certificates that adorned the walls, markers of
her success that proved to be so fragile, a future
that seemed to promise much, but when it came down
to it, it was never enough. Lisa sighed as She
pondered her life. How many things can change on the
toss of an eye, leaving just an empty shell, a
numb corpse, a walking zombie desperate for sensations. It all
had been so easy once, those years before. It happened
when she was full of hope and promise and trust
was so easily given those days before she met Mark,
and she learned the brutal reality of life. Somewhere, her
phone shined to life, illuminating the room more brightly than
the lamp. Lisa picked up the phone from the desk
and cast a glance over it, Briefly recognizing the number,
She declined the corn just another man. There have been
hundreds of them, or maybe not hundreds, but certainly more
than she could remember or cared to admit to. Ever
since Mark had dragged her confidence down into the mud,
she had desperately thought to recapture the sensuality she had
enjoyed before she met him, and that resulted in a
lot of empty relationships. But the fact was she was
now numb, her body a carcass. She enjoyed the thought
of men getting off using her body, but didn't experience
the same climatic pleasures with them she once had, raising
her fingers to her cheek. The bruises had long since gone,
the scars now healed, but the pain festered incessantly inside her.
In the shadows in the corner of her office, she
could barely make out the photo of the partners of
the legal firm where she had aspired to do so much.
She just knew that Mark's face was glaring out of
that photo, daring her to challenge him. She had tried,
She had taken it before the board even reported the
abuse to the ethics committee, and all for nothing. In fact,
things were even worse because of it. She had effectively
been demoted and stuffed into this back office as nothing
more than a glorified clerk. Mark had made it clear
following her complaint that her career was over in the
legal industry. She truly had nothing to look forward to.
Her hope was gone. Although Lisa's body was numb to
the touch of man, insensitive to their seductions, she could
still pleasure herself, her only release in an otherwise barren
sensual life. Taking a sip from the glass of alcohol,
she smiled ruefully, staring at the unseen photo hidden by shadows.
She whispered, Is this what you want? She said, as
she parted her thighs, her pencil skirt falling back up
her legs, exposing her lace panties to Mark Stern. Glare
you bastard, she cursed, knowing it had been a mistake
to have an affair with the senior partner in the firm.
She was an intelligent woman. When she had taken the bar,
she was top the best. All the top legal firms
had been desperate to employ her. How could she have
been so stupid to believe his lies? But that was then,
before the affair, before the abuse, before Lisa became known
as the courtroom slut. In the days following the relationship
with Mark, Lisa tried desperately to rekindle her passions and
rediscover her confidence once more, to once again enjoy the
desires and sensuality he had beaten out of her. Of course,
it had started as a sex came between them, a
little spanking, a little bondage. But the spanking became more
aggressive and the bondage more painful, and Lisa frankly ran
out of excuses for the bruises across her face. She
just still couldn't believe that, as an intelligent woman she
had brought his lies. He was never going to leave
his wife, nor his children, nor his holiday home out
at the lakes. Mark treated her like a slut, and
after they finished, Lisa couldn't see herself in any other
role and parted her thighs for any man who asked.
The sex became pointless and empty, leaving a hollow feeling
in sight. So she really couldn't imagine ever being intimate
with a man properly again. He had truly ruined her,
her career dead, raped of her desires, and her reputation shattered.
Lisa could really see no way out of this mess.
Raising a glass to the photo in the corner, she
sneered one last time for you, Mark, You never did
make me come. She downed the last of the vodka
in the glass, replacing the crystal on the desk. Lisa
turned her thighs slowly to face the photo and parted
them a little wider. Men might not be able to
give her or chasms, but she certainly could. Her fingers
slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breast to the night air.
Her nipples ate from the vicious caress of the breeze
as it bit on her flesh. Taking the vodka covered
ice from the glass, she brushed it over her nipples, slowly,
paying special attention to her one, paying special attention to
the piercings, the press or her nipples. Squirming in her
chair as the first waisted, delightful passion caressed her body,
she raised her hips a little so she might pull
her skirt further up. The cool air of the night
breeze whipped viciously at her warm folds, a biting caress
of forcy ache in her body to grow. Lisa's hips
gyrated in the leather seat, her pussy already swollen and
demanding attention. Her fingers slid over her stomach, tracing a
line with the vodka soote. Ice is cold caress, accentuating
the throbbing already there in her core. Tracing her fingers
lower still, the sting of the ice bitter the soft
flesh of her thighs. She could feel her pussy throbbing, pulsating,
wanting more. Pushing her feet against the desk, she raised
her hips to meet the touch of the cold ice
bite through the soft, mature liver panties, sliding the cube
along the length of a pussy, up and down, teasing
that sensitive nub. The cold drops of water traced a
line between her lips and dribbling down and forcing her
ass to clench to clutch with fervent desire, Lisa moaned
hoarsely as her fingers edged her panties aside, exposing her
desire to the bite of the night air. As her
fingers slid between her wet lips, the brutal caress of
the ice tormenting her need, the delicious sting of vodka
biting her nub, forcing a new wave of pleasure to
cascade through her body, biting her lip. As her body twisted,
tortured by the raptures of pleasure, Lisa's hand clutched her breast,
squeezing her nipple painfully with vicious drops of her finger
into a pussy. The sensation just continued to grow, a
wildfire ignited within her body that she had no hope
to control. Suddenly, her back arched, her pussy clenched against
her fingers, squeezing the ice one last time, as her
thighs tightened, tormented by the waves of her orgasm, pushing
her fingers deeper inside massaging those spots that only she knew,
perpetuating her pleasure. Lisa's fingernails dug into her breast, pinching
her nipples, roughly twisting them, pulling them as fingers plunged
even deeper. Wave after wave cascaded down her body, exploding
through her pussy, her click trembling with violent pleasure, her
body still shaking. Her hand reached for the bottle of
vodka before pouring alot shot, repeatedly filling her glass and
emptying it with a mouthful. Lisa allowed the sensations to subside.
Once they finally calmed, she sat back upright, adjusting her
clothes to look at least a little professional. She then
reached down into the drawer at the top of the desk,
putting it open and retrieving a package. The package opened
easily in her hand, and as she tipped a handful
of white pills into her palm, she swallowed them quickly,
emptying the bottle of vodka to chase them down her throat.
Casting one last angry stare at the photo in the corner,
she hissed, fuck you, Mark, fuck all of you, as
she closed her eyes and lay back in the chair.
The darkness of the soporific sleep stole over her. Quickly,
the dark memories of all that had happened slipped from
her grasp. There was a sensation like sliding into a
warm bath as all her senses drifted away, the darkness
becoming heavier, like a veil of lead. But even in
that darkness, somewhere in the distance, there was a spark
of life, like a new day beginning, a dawn arising.
And as she focused on that bright spot, curious as
it slowly grew, her senses squinting at the painful brightness
that was blinding her mind, like watching the sun in
its first moments of dawn. As its bright rays cascaded
over the earth, the light faded, but left a silver
silhouette edged in the dark, the shape of a man
that seemed to be moving toward Lisa. The rhythm of
his movements was smooth and sensual, as if he flowed
or out of the walked. Lisa started to speak to
ask where she was. His only response was a sensation
of her finger upon her lips, quieting her as he
leaned forward. You are here, and that is all that matters,
he whispered, with warm tones, a resonance to his voices
seemed to massage her very core, relax her mind. You
can call me Luke, he said, answering her next unasked question.
As the heat of his voice somehow took Lisa into relaxation.
Even in this moment of absolute confusion, his presence moved
around somehow, the resonance of his being caressing her body
like no other. A sensation sparked something long forgotten, a
distant memory from before darkness came into her life. It
was as if being next to him, the scent of him,
the sound of him, filled her being with a new desire.
Her mind confused by the situation, Lisa whispered the only
question she could think of. Are you a demon or
a name? She asked Somewhere in the darkness. A laugh
shook the atmosphere, dark and threatening, yet strangely erotic. That
rather depends on her, you ask, he replied, mischievously, the
silhouettes of his face becoming clearer. His eyes burned with
a passionate light, fueled by a desired Lisa had never known.
Taking her unresisting hand, Luke led her into the darkness.
Lisa followed willingly. The strength of anticipation consuming her mind.
So where is Luke taking Lisa? Is he truly good
or evil? Is she dead or maybe somewhere else? Something
else is going on? So many questions you'll just have
to tune in next week to find out more. So
until next time when we can get Wild in Bed
all over again. This is Devil in Wild and Always
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