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Speaker 1: On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bad,
Speaker 1: Carla starts to discover the kinkier side of her nature
Speaker 1: through an online chat room. Divorced and lonely, the relationship
Speaker 1: with her children seemingly cold and distant since the separation,
Speaker 1: Carlo turns to an adult chat room for company, where
Speaker 1: she begins to explore are secret desires. Hi, it's Devlin,
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Speaker 1: as you listen to my voice and enjoy the story
Speaker 1: moving of your body. Carlo woke up early that morning
Speaker 1: to the familiar sense of fried bacon and freshly brewed coffee,
Speaker 1: lingering from previous practice, memories of happier time spent with
Speaker 1: a now in strange husband, and enjoying the company of
Speaker 1: her kids once again. As the rays of dawn streamed
Speaker 1: through the small window of her humble suburban bungalow, she
Speaker 1: took comfort in the war and wooden furniture and threadbare carpet,
Speaker 1: surrounded by handcrafted keepsakes passed down through generations. This house
Speaker 1: once stood strong against adversities, but recent years have left
Speaker 1: marks evident within every crack and crevice of its walls.
Speaker 1: The silence was deafening at times, even more so since
Speaker 1: the break up of her marriage. Although the children were
Speaker 1: with her most of the time, they seemed indifferent about
Speaker 1: the divorce at best, and at times even supportive and
Speaker 1: protective towards their father. Karla felt unseen her feelings hidden
Speaker 1: behind layers of love and obligation. Something inside her yearned
Speaker 1: for validation, for intimacy beyond relationship boundaries. It wasn't just loneliness.
Speaker 1: It went deeper than what mere human touch could cure.
Speaker 1: Carla sought solace wherever she could find it, scrolling through
Speaker 1: Facebook pages looking for distractions amongst friends and acquaintances. Eventually
Speaker 1: she stumbled on an unexpected suggestion. Desert Deserts a mysterious
Speaker 1: adult chat room filled with people eager to explore their
Speaker 1: deepest desires in their mature years. Carla took a breath,
Speaker 1: the whisper of anticipation at the thought of stepping into
Speaker 1: these foreign waters, concerned it would only leave her feeling
Speaker 1: vulnerable and exploited. However, curiosity had always been a driving
Speaker 1: force throughout her life. Perhaps taking risks would lead it
Speaker 1: back into a path towards happiness once more. Swart's got
Speaker 1: your attention, pawn, her son equipped, jokingly, raising an eyebrow
Speaker 1: as he glanced over Carla's shoulder. Hey, no need to
Speaker 1: be embarrassed, he smiled, reassuringly, Attempting to diffuse the situation.
Speaker 1: Mimi merely shrugged dismissively, without lifting her gaze from her
Speaker 1: phone screen, maintaining her air of detachment Deep down, though
Speaker 1: she too was curious, Carla took a long look at
Speaker 1: her son, amused, she noticed how much Nick resembled his father,
Speaker 1: Tall with broad shoulders, full head of dark hair. His
Speaker 1: eyes radiated intelligence and wit. On the other hand, Mimi
Speaker 1: bore an almost identical likeness to herself. Both were beautiful,
Speaker 1: young adults growing up under the weight of circumstances beyond
Speaker 1: their control. Maybe they weren't indeed, after all, perhaps there
Speaker 1: was a hope for them all to find peace together.
Speaker 1: I thought you had an evening class tonight, Carla asked
Speaker 1: her son, a smile on her face. I too, I
Speaker 1: just came back to change first and grab a quick bite,
Speaker 1: Nick explained, grabbing a wrapviously made sandwich and a drink
Speaker 1: from the refrigerator. Unless you wanted me to make a
Speaker 1: pit stop at Dad's new place, Nick quipped, instantly regretting it.
Speaker 1: The conversation suddenly turned awkward, leaving both him and Carla
Speaker 1: momentarily tongue tied. They sat quietly around the kitchen table,
Speaker 1: sipping their drinks in discomfort. Carla couldn't help her feel
Speaker 1: guilty for putting her son through such an uneasy change.
Speaker 1: She knew how sensitive he was regarding matters over his
Speaker 1: parents' separation. Eventually, Mimi decided to changed the subject altogether,
Speaker 1: asking her brother lecture or lab ugh Oh evenings are
Speaker 1: always lectures history of computer science tonight, Nick said, eagerly,
Speaker 1: grabbing the life preserver her sister just threw him. They
Speaker 1: never allow labs at night. That would be way too
Speaker 1: much fun, he chuckled. The atmosphere began to lighten again,
Speaker 1: allowing room for discussion and laughter. The siblings teased their
Speaker 1: mother playfully, banishing some of the early attention from the room.
Speaker 1: Carla appreciated her children's sense of humor. Despite the challenges
Speaker 1: they faced daily, Their ability to joke in the spirits
Speaker 1: built some semblance of normalcy back into her heart, albeit temporarily.
Speaker 1: While watching her offspring engaging carefree exchanges, Carla secretly wondered
Speaker 1: if joining desert desserts might provide similar relief. Albeit fleeting.
Speaker 1: Finishing his sandwich, Nick grabbed his backpack and drank and
Speaker 1: leaned toward the door and said, well, time for glass.
Speaker 1: I have to go as well. Mimi added, goodbye Mum,
Speaker 1: she said as she kissed Carla on the right cheek,
Speaker 1: then stared daggers at Nick. Oh, go goodbye Mum too,
Speaker 1: Nick stammered, leaning in to kiss his mother on the
Speaker 1: left cheek. The gesture was brief and held little meaning
Speaker 1: compared to the powerful connection they used to share before
Speaker 1: the divorce. Nevertheless, it offered Carla a glimpse of nostalgia,
Speaker 1: bringing back memories of happier times. As they walked out
Speaker 1: the front door, Carla watched them walk away, their silhouettes
Speaker 1: gradually dissolving into the distance with bittersweet undertones. She closed
Speaker 1: the door behind them and prepared herself for an another
Speaker 1: solitary evening. Sitting alone in the living room, dressed only
Speaker 1: in her cozy pajamas, her mind drifted to the idea
Speaker 1: of exploring dessert deserts. The more she contemplated it, the
Speaker 1: more fascinating and enticing the prospect became. At least, it
Speaker 1: would give her a chance to connect with others on
Speaker 1: the level she hadn't experienced in quite some time. Besides,
Speaker 1: she reasoned, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Carla took another deep
Speaker 1: breath and held it as she completed the registration, amazed
Speaker 1: by the number of bits of information they needed just
Speaker 1: for some adult conversation. Finally, the only remaining thing left
Speaker 1: was her profile, something she surprisingly hadn't been prepared for.
Speaker 1: After signing up and selecting a username, curves and conversations,
Speaker 1: she uploaded pictures of herself taking several years ago, showing
Speaker 1: off her voluptuous frame. These were carefully chosen, displaying her
Speaker 1: confidence and sensuality rather than her age. Finally, she wrote
Speaker 1: an inviting message to potential partners, highlighting her interest seeking
Speaker 1: someone kind, honest, and equally adventurous. Feeling like she had
Speaker 1: accomplished something, Carla pressed to submit button impatiently waited for responses.
Speaker 1: An hour passed and she had nothing to show for it,
Speaker 1: her notification and view account bosio. Frustrated and disheartened, Carla
Speaker 1: considered abandoning the site entirely. Just as she reached for
Speaker 1: her laptop to shut it down, a new message popped up.
Speaker 1: Why there would you like a couple of tips? Carla hesitated,
Speaker 1: briefly uncertain, but compelled by the sudden interest. After all,
Speaker 1: she figured, why shouldn't she take advantage of the opportunity
Speaker 1: provided Maybe finding someone on here wouldn't be so bad
Speaker 1: after all, So she replied, with caution, typing very slowly
Speaker 1: to remove any typos. Hello, nice to hear from you. Yes,
Speaker 1: please send me those tips. My name is Carla. By
Speaker 1: the way, I appreciate your help. Thank you, she typed,
Speaker 1: hitting enter with the mix of apprehension and anticipation. Immediately,
Speaker 1: a private chat windowed opened up, displaying a stranger's name
Speaker 1: alongside hers an answer pop back, no problem. First thing
Speaker 1: we should talk about is a camera. As a broadcaster,
Speaker 1: it helps to turn it on, it read with a
Speaker 1: wink emoji. But I'm not a broadcaster, Carla responded tentively,
Speaker 1: somewhat puzzled by the request. Then, in horror, Carla looked
Speaker 1: at her account's settings and realized that somehow her subscription
Speaker 1: changed and she unwillingly transformed into a broadcast model. This
Speaker 1: wasn't supposed to happen, especially considering her reluctance to appear
Speaker 1: live on camera. Her anxiety heightened as she frantically tried
Speaker 1: to disable the feature, hoping no one else could see her. Meanwhile,
Speaker 1: her partner kept offering helpful suggestions, trying to put her
Speaker 1: at ease. Carla felt increasingly self conscious and exposed. She
Speaker 1: started thinking about closing the tab, immediately escaping this unfamiliar
Speaker 1: world forever. No, please don't, her response popped up, as
Speaker 1: if answering Carla's saults. If you look anywhere close to
Speaker 1: the pictures, you posted, then you would be doing this
Speaker 1: sight of service by being a broadcaster. This strange continued
Speaker 1: to persuade her, insisting that seeing a real person made
Speaker 1: the whole experience more authentic. Reluctantly, Carla agreed, knowing that
Speaker 1: it was at least a positive option available. As she
Speaker 1: activated the webcam, she glanced nervously at the mirror, taking
Speaker 1: deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Once the video
Speaker 1: feed went live, she found herself acutely aware of her surroundings,
Speaker 1: the cluttered bookshelf behind her, the scuff marks on the wallpaper,
Speaker 1: all aspects reflecting her harsh reality. Wow, just wow. Her
Speaker 1: computer popped in response to Carla's camera feat never doubt
Speaker 1: yourself like that again, Improvements do need to be made,
Speaker 1: but not in your natural looks. Before Carla could respond
Speaker 1: to the flattery, the pop of another message came in.
Speaker 1: Oh and hi, I'm Max. The mysterious helper introduced himself,
Speaker 1: his voice coming through the speakers. The image displayed a
Speaker 1: young man with a muscular build, sporting a full bush
Speaker 1: of black hair that cascaded over his shoulders. His eyes
Speaker 1: were piercing, capturing Carla's gaze effortlessly. Although slightly intimidating, Carla
Speaker 1: took comfort in the fact that this individual seemed to
Speaker 1: possess an insight she sought. His voice was warm and calm,
Speaker 1: caressing her body with every word without hesitation. She asked
Speaker 1: him what other improvements she could make to maximize her
Speaker 1: appeal without skipping a beat, Max suggested as she changed
Speaker 1: from the pajamas as it hid too much of her.
Speaker 1: Surprised by his honesty but grateful for his candle, Carla
Speaker 1: loosened the buttons on her pajama top, exposing her collar bones.
Speaker 1: She smiled sheepishly into the camera. Is this better, she
Speaker 1: whispered softly. Definitely, Now I can admire your curves and
Speaker 1: features more easily. Oh wait, sorry, that sounded wrong. Let
Speaker 1: me rephrase your appearance, including your lovely rack, Max said,
Speaker 1: gesturing towards Carla's chest with a smile. Feeling for stray.
Speaker 1: Feeling flustered and aroused simultaneously, Carla let out a shaky giggle.
Speaker 1: Thank you, but please call me Carla, she requested, wanting
Speaker 1: to establish an informal tone. Max nodded, knowingly, acknowledging her
Speaker 1: desire for closeness outside the virtual sphere. Okay, Carla, here's
Speaker 1: my suggestion in terms of the lighting, try turning off
Speaker 1: all the lights except one dim lamp near the bed.
Speaker 1: This will create a warm ambience and set the perfect mood.
Speaker 1: Carla followed Max's guidance, making sure to strike the ideal
Speaker 1: balance between light and shadow and clothes wise. Max paused
Speaker 1: thoughtfully observing Karla's dress. How about you wear something flowy,
Speaker 1: preferably white, and let it drape elegantly over your curves.
Speaker 1: It will accentuate your assets without restricting movement, Max explained,
Speaker 1: with authority. Listening closely, Karla wondered whether he had a
Speaker 1: background in fashion design or modeling. She decided to follow
Speaker 1: his advice, slipping on a loose fitted nightgown away from
Speaker 1: the camera. Upon looking at herself in the mirror, she
Speaker 1: couldn't believe the transformation. With renewed confidence and determination, she
Speaker 1: returned to the chat box. Perfect choice, you look stunning,
Speaker 1: and remember communication is crucial. Be bold and express your
Speaker 1: desires directly, Max complimented Carla Blush Crimson under the glow
Speaker 1: of the lone lamp, Feeling the heat radiate through a body. Nervously,
Speaker 1: she cleared her throat and began speaking with a sense
Speaker 1: of urgency. So, ah, how exactly does one go about
Speaker 1: initiating a session? Just say what you want, be clear
Speaker 1: and assertive about your intentions, Max instructed, matter of factly.
Speaker 1: Karl nodded, gaining confidence from his straightforward demeanor. What turns
Speaker 1: you on most in times of intimacy? What specific desires
Speaker 1: do you enjoy? Carla hesitated before replying, I think we're
Speaker 1: both adults here, so I guess I can tell you
Speaker 1: that kissing passionately and intimacy starting slow and building intensity gradually,
Speaker 1: and I love receiving oral sex. She mentioned her sek's
Speaker 1: reddening ever so slightly. That sounds fantastic. How about incorporating
Speaker 1: a little bondage, Max proposed nonchalantly. Carla felt her pulse
Speaker 1: quickened at the prospect of experience true intimate pleasure. However,
Speaker 1: she remained guarded, unsure whether she truly trusted this complete
Speaker 1: stranger enough to indulge in such kinks. Boldened by Max's encouragement,
Speaker 1: Carla eventually mustered the courage to admit her curiosity about
Speaker 1: experimenting with bondage. Though initially hesitant, Max assured her that
Speaker 1: they would progress slowly giving ample time for Carla to
Speaker 1: adapt and explore boundaries safely. As she listened to his
Speaker 1: words drifting over her immersing her mind in a world
Speaker 1: of suggested fantasy, of yet unknown desires and satisfaction, Karla
Speaker 1: found herself sinking into the sound of his voice, the
Speaker 1: gentle vibrations that danced over her body. Staring at the screen,
Speaker 1: she lost herself in his profile picture, just for a moment,
Speaker 1: wondering how it might be to feel his hands, his
Speaker 1: fingers slowly moving over her body, To feel him artfully
Speaker 1: caressing the soft curves of her neck, A shudder around
Speaker 1: through her body, a sudden a growing between her thighs
Speaker 1: she had forgotten for so long, without thinking, her fingertips
Speaker 1: caressed the soft skin of her neck, dragging her warm
Speaker 1: glows slowly over her shoulders, caressing the gentle curves underneath
Speaker 1: her nightgown. There was something almost hypnoi at this man,
Speaker 1: something about his voice that moved through her body, lulled
Speaker 1: her into her deepest passions without trying. The sensations that
Speaker 1: gripped her body only accelerated as Carla realized how swollen
Speaker 1: her nipples were just from the thought of its hands
Speaker 1: over her shoulders, slipping her night dress over her naked skin.
Speaker 1: Gasping from a mixture of desire and surprise at how
Speaker 1: strong the passion gripped Carla's mind, she wondered how it
Speaker 1: would fail to feel his arms around her, lifting her
Speaker 1: from her seat and bending her over the dressing table,
Speaker 1: letting her rope fall to the side, and exposing her
Speaker 1: wet desire, biting her lips. As her passion grew, her
Speaker 1: hand drifted naturally between her thighs, stroking the swollen mound
Speaker 1: of her pussy. The electricity passing through a clif vibrated
Speaker 1: with the dark intensity, and she swore she could feel
Speaker 1: the tip of his cock teasing at her pussy, the
Speaker 1: throbbing head of his manhood pressing between her folds. As
Speaker 1: she washed his face in the mirror, his gaze intensified
Speaker 1: with pleasure, with lust, with the need to fuck her deeply.
Speaker 1: Carla's fingers explored deep inside her own pussy, tracing the
Speaker 1: line of his cock, feeling her lips swollen around him
Speaker 1: as he thrust even deeper, his fingernails digging into her ass,
Speaker 1: pulling her back against him. As he tightened along her body,
Speaker 1: her thumb rubbed her clip roughly as she felt him
Speaker 1: swell inside her, the tip of his cock kissing along
Speaker 1: the walls of her pussy, the warm heat of every
Speaker 1: inch of his erection caressing her sex in the most
Speaker 1: intimate way. Her fingers tormented her clip roughly as the
Speaker 1: long length of his cock continued to fuck her even deeper.
Speaker 1: Carl looked up into the mirror and saw the intensity
Speaker 1: in his eyes. The swemming grew within her body as
Speaker 1: she gripped at the table, her pussy clutching along his cock,
Speaker 1: squeezing at its The pleasure only continued to grow. She
Speaker 1: tried to control it, tried to hold herself on the edge,
Speaker 1: but it had been so long the attempt was futile
Speaker 1: as her body collapsed into the ravine of pleasure, her
Speaker 1: orgasm cascading down through every nerve, every cell, as her
Speaker 1: body trembled in a wave of satisfaction. Slowly her breathing
Speaker 1: returned to normal, the trembles moving through a body subsiding
Speaker 1: into a warm after glow. Karla stared at the screen
Speaker 1: and realized it was blank. She called out Max, are
Speaker 1: you there, and waited, hoping for a response. So what happened?
Speaker 1: To Max, where did he go? Was he ever there
Speaker 1: at all? Well to answer these questions and dive deeper
Speaker 1: into Carla's desires, you will have to tune in next week.
Speaker 1: So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
Speaker 1: this is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams attempted
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