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Speaker 1: on this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed,
Speaker 1: a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. He watched her from
Speaker 1: a distance, just a face in the crowd, her moods
Speaker 1: as she danced, with the sheer carnal delight of watching
Speaker 1: her glide across that floor, seductive and alluring, enticing him
Speaker 1: further into his desires, but now alone, at last, hidden
Speaker 1: by just the shadows. Cut his devil's feather become his
Speaker 1: erotic reality. Hi, it's devilent and welcome to another episode
Speaker 1: of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction,
Speaker 1: and finger looking for fantasies. So we have a listener's
Speaker 1: fantasy this week. Yes, a full story, no doubt. They
Speaker 1: titled it the Devil's Feather. Now, I don't know if
Speaker 1: you're aware, but this is a Turkish phrase. It means
Speaker 1: a woman who stirs a man's interest without realizing it
Speaker 1: unwittingly causes sexual arousal. Now, this is a very seductive
Speaker 1: story and very much focused on usually from the male perspective.
Speaker 1: So I do hope you enjoy it. If you want
Speaker 1: to hear your fantasy right here, then you just send
Speaker 1: it in devilnt Wild, inbed dot com. Then let's do
Speaker 1: our best to turn your carnal delights into a reality. Now,
Speaker 1: I hope you're laying on your bed. You loosen those clothes,
Speaker 1: your earbudserine, just go ahead and close those pretty eyes
Speaker 1: and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
Speaker 1: your body. And when you're ready to submit to pleasure,
Speaker 1: just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold
Speaker 1: it for a moment and then release it with a sigh.
Speaker 1: Let didhnim go of any tension, any stress you have
Speaker 1: decided for the next thirty minutes or so, it's just
Speaker 1: you and my voice.
Speaker 2: This is your time, your time to relax, your time
Speaker 2: for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release that in a
Speaker 2: passion as you feel my voice going with you, as
Speaker 2: you immerse yourself into day's story. It started off innocent,
Speaker 2: doesn't It Always just a regular day where I scan
Speaker 2: the ads looking for something for my daughter to do
Speaker 2: after school, somewhere to channel her creative spirit, something to
Speaker 2: help me bring a bit of femininity to her upbringing
Speaker 2: a topic of it I am lost on as a
Speaker 2: single dad. Something catches my eye and after school dance academy, Yes,
Speaker 2: that would work, of course. Seeing the website listed, I
Speaker 2: visit it and browse the site. Huges of two tu's
Speaker 2: and smiling girls assault my eyes. I look for a
Speaker 2: class schedule, Already gritting my teeth against the assault of pink.
Speaker 2: I just find a number to call instead to feel
Speaker 2: that a woman answers her voice essential and does not
Speaker 2: match the pretty pink vibe from the website. I tell
Speaker 2: her what I am looking for side and after school
Speaker 2: class that channel's creativity for young girls. She suggests a
Speaker 2: creative movement class on Fridays at three point thirty next
Speaker 2: in take starts next week. Friday dance class comes, and
Speaker 2: my little one is jumping with excitement to the door.
Speaker 2: The studio glass and doors have made a frosty glass
Speaker 2: to let light in, but no one can see what
Speaker 2: is happening inside. The place is a buzz of energy
Speaker 2: of young girls dancing around and their mothers sitting on
Speaker 2: the benches along the side. Ballet bars line the mirrored
Speaker 2: walls and professional spotlights beamed down pink and purple lights
Speaker 2: from above. Suddenly, a woman appears in front of me.
Speaker 2: I didn't notice her approach. She is small and petitte
Speaker 2: and curvy. All I can see are red lips moving.
Speaker 2: I am already captivated. I realize I am staring at
Speaker 2: her lips and she is speaking to me. I leaned
Speaker 2: down a bit and ask her to repeat what she said.
Speaker 2: She waves at me to follow her into the office
Speaker 2: to fame. She closes the door to the noise of
Speaker 2: the crowd, and it is as if we were in
Speaker 2: a different world. My senses flied a high alert as
Speaker 2: our scent wraps its way around me. She tells me
Speaker 2: her name and introduces herself, My heart. It's a sultrue
Speaker 2: voice from the phone, like a rookie dad. I didn't
Speaker 2: my dance clothes for my daughter to wear, but this
Speaker 2: sexy dance teacher has come to my rescue and passes
Speaker 2: me some pink, stretchy clothes for my daughter to change into.
Speaker 2: Smiling at her and taking one last deep breath, capturing
Speaker 2: her delicious scent that does nothing but make my cockache.
Speaker 2: I reluctant believe the sanctuary of her office and immediately
Speaker 2: becoming golf in the sensory overload outside week have to
Speaker 2: wake this torturous tanger resides. I show up on Fridays,
Speaker 2: I watch from the sidelines. My cock jumps at her
Speaker 2: as she demonstrates the moves, hardly daring to blink. On
Speaker 2: these days, I can't bear to miss a spin, a twist,
Speaker 2: or even a pointed toe from the curly devil's feather.
Speaker 2: Her flexibility of leticism and endurance turns me on like
Speaker 2: nothing has ever done before. She has no idea what
Speaker 2: she has my sexual interest that she was the one
Speaker 2: who made my cock so hard. Fridays become tortures. I
Speaker 2: am cemented into this one sided, burning slow dance, her
Speaker 2: feather always tickling at my self control, daring me to
Speaker 2: come onto the dance floor and strip that li likera
Speaker 2: right off her sensuous curves. Some weeks of wrap skirt
Speaker 2: would cover hers, and others she would let me have
Speaker 2: a full view of her delicious ass. Always she wore
Speaker 2: red lipstick, and I always wanted those lips wrapped around
Speaker 2: my cock, to leave her signature emboldened on my swollen length.
Speaker 2: As all good things must come to an end. The
Speaker 2: final dance class has come and gone, and I still
Speaker 2: had not made a move to relieve the itch bought
Speaker 2: on by my devil's feather, I walked begrudgingly to the
Speaker 2: studio one last time to return the costume. It was
Speaker 2: getting later in the evening, but she had insisted that
Speaker 2: it would be fine to drop it off. Entering the studio,
Speaker 2: instead of the pink early attack on my senses, something
Speaker 2: very different greeted me. The lights were out, it was
Speaker 2: dark except for one spotlight in the center of the
Speaker 2: floories gone with the pop hits, and a deep, sexy,
Speaker 2: seductive beat rang out from the speakers. She was there,
Speaker 2: and the music called to her to move her hips,
Speaker 2: her arms up, silently dancing her way around with the
Speaker 2: ghost of her partner. She did not hear me enter
Speaker 2: the studio, I am sure of it. She was captivated
Speaker 2: in her moos as she swayed those hips to the
Speaker 2: sound of the beat. Nipples. I watched for a while
Speaker 2: from the shadows, out of sight and out of reach
Speaker 2: from her arms. For now. She twirled herself her arm extended,
Speaker 2: her fingertips so closely, just begging at me to touch them.
Speaker 2: Else needing so badly to stop this temptation that the
Speaker 2: devils herself has kept burning for the last few months.
Speaker 2: I reach out to take her hand in mind with
Speaker 2: a touch so gentle it does not startle her with
Speaker 2: the whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand,
Speaker 2: why drinking her intoxicating fragrance. Before I pull her back
Speaker 2: and she spins into my arms, you can feeling herself
Speaker 2: around my torso and dances around my body, immersed in
Speaker 2: her passion, as if she starves for a partner, moving
Speaker 2: without bodies pressed together as one, My hands encompass the
Speaker 2: curves of her hips, my fingers pressing up and down
Speaker 2: her hips as we move together. The graceful movement presses
Speaker 2: on my aching cock. I gasp before I press my
Speaker 2: hips forward, letting her fil my burning arousal, my need
Speaker 2: for her. My head drops as I let my lips
Speaker 2: linger on the side of her neck, consuming her passion,
Speaker 2: letting her sensuality veil my mind with lust. The tip
Speaker 2: of my tongue crafts warm, wet circles as I trace
Speaker 2: up and down her skin. Her back arch is in
Speaker 2: a beautiful response, her breast pushed forward, it inviting to
Speaker 2: be touched. Engulfed in my desire, my fingers explore the
Speaker 2: curves of her hips further to cup her beautiful breast,
Speaker 2: Your bottle and heavy in my hands, I want needing more.
Speaker 2: My fingers move higher and twist her nipples into their
Speaker 2: grasses touch. She arches again as a slow, deep moan
Speaker 2: escapes her lips, as if she could finally breathe at last.
Speaker 2: Staying there with my fingers working at the nipples, rolling
Speaker 2: them gently between finger and thumb, cupping her breasts and
Speaker 2: squeezing them tightly and pulling her closer as I whisper
Speaker 2: along her name so hard, telling her how sexy she
Speaker 2: truly was, and my cock had swollen for all these months,
Speaker 2: how I wanted to devour her body with my hands
Speaker 2: and lips and make her submit to me completely mine God.
Speaker 2: Suddenly she twisted away from me and disappeared into the shadows,
Speaker 2: stranded again with the ache of the edge she kiss
Speaker 2: that has never been scratched. She came back, dragging a
Speaker 2: chair explore, leaving it alone in the center of the spotlight.
Speaker 2: And again she tormented my desperate need. As I watched
Speaker 2: her disappear into the shadows once again, Suddenly, my heart
Speaker 2: leapt and my cock twitched as she crept behind me
Speaker 2: and let her fingers in twine with mine before she
Speaker 2: slowly pulled me into the spotlight. Her gaze was burning
Speaker 2: with passion as she loked onto my eyes. Reaching the chair,
Speaker 2: she gently pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit down.
Speaker 2: My cot strained in my pants. Desperately, I tried to
Speaker 2: adjust myself, but knowing I would never get comfortable sitting
Speaker 2: here fully dressed, her smile radiated a promise of denied
Speaker 2: pleasure as she drifted into the shadows once again, the
Speaker 2: spotlight burning at my eyes, blinding me to anything but
Speaker 2: that harsh light and my devil's feather moving across the floor.
Speaker 2: From the darkness, her touch came again, a fingernail slowly
Speaker 2: dragging across the top of my shoulders on accentuating my
Speaker 2: desire as it moved on my arm, inch by torture,
Speaker 2: asinch it dragged my lust across my stomach to the
Speaker 2: hem of my shirt. For the longest moment, she paused
Speaker 2: just there, as if orchestrating my desire for the finale
Speaker 2: I was so desperate for. Without warning, her touch was
Speaker 2: consumed by the shadows, leaving me alone with my frustrated passion,
Speaker 2: entranced in the beat of the music, engulfed in the
Speaker 2: bright light. From the edge of the darkness, her foot
Speaker 2: appears from nowhere in a graceful arc, as it stalked
Speaker 2: by the sweet curve of her calf. Hypnotize my eyes
Speaker 2: surrender and follow the line of her leg down to
Speaker 2: her painted white toes. From the confines of the shadows,
Speaker 2: she slowly emerges, radiating into the solitary light. My gaze
Speaker 2: cannot help but fall upon the gyration of her hips
Speaker 2: as they move seductively to the beat, her hands caressing
Speaker 2: those beautiful curves. My mind awashed with thoughts of those
Speaker 2: hips pressed against my already burning calm. My lust forces
Speaker 2: my gaze to follow her hands as they slides slowly
Speaker 2: up her feline curves before teasing at the hem of
Speaker 2: her shirt, exposing her beautifully toned flesh.
Speaker 1: As a low, guttural.
Speaker 2: Moan escapes my lips, my craven lust forces my hand forward.
Speaker 2: My fingers tremble as they trace up the curves of
Speaker 2: her thighs, lingering to hold her hips as she pulls
Speaker 2: her tank top off over her head. My eyes devoured
Speaker 2: every single inch of her curves, discarding the top into
Speaker 2: the shadow. She brings her hands to cut my face,
Speaker 2: holding me still, the warmth of her breath so tantalizing close.
Speaker 2: As her eyes raise, holding my gaze, the intensity of
Speaker 2: the passion burning between us suddenly intensifies. God Slowly, her
Speaker 2: eyes trace a line down my face. That electric gaze
Speaker 2: caresses my lips. The tip of her tongue teases from
Speaker 2: between those beautiful lips, its movement promising the hint of
Speaker 2: so much pleasure, tormented with the earth to lock our
Speaker 2: lips together and taste its growing passion. But my sweet
Speaker 2: devil's feather does nothing to satisfy my craving. Of course,
Speaker 2: she just looks and licks her juicy red lips before
Speaker 2: dropping to her knees in front of me. You touch
Speaker 2: her fingers press along my thighs, her thumbs etching a
Speaker 2: circle around the tinting in my pants and your body,
Speaker 2: before tormenting a single thumbou along my material covered need. Again,
Speaker 2: her eyes fix on mine, the fire of passion within them,
Speaker 2: engulfing me completely. As her fingers released the buttons my shirt.
Speaker 2: Slowly from the bottom of her finger out tracing a
Speaker 2: delightfully slow and painful line over the plane of my stomach,
Speaker 2: as if tracing the aching in my cock even higher. Briefly,
Speaker 2: she pauses as her nails discover my nipples. Pinching them gently,
Speaker 2: she forces a moan from my lips. Suddenly, her gaze
Speaker 2: releases me from this torment. Turning as she stands, her
Speaker 2: thumbs press under the waistband of her skirt, easing it
Speaker 2: slowly over the sensual curves of her round bass. The
Speaker 2: solitary light caresses those curves. The desire to have her
Speaker 2: overwhelming any sense, veiling any inhibitions. As my cock leaps
Speaker 2: at the side of her, Unable to resist, my hands
Speaker 2: reach out, grasping her hips as I pull her back,
Speaker 2: feeling her body upon my latin. The urge to be
Speaker 2: in sight or consumes my mind and the thought of
Speaker 2: her cherry red lips around my cock, this need to
Speaker 2: fill her completely in every orifice. Frustrated by the last
Speaker 2: barrier of the clothes I wear, her skirt drops to
Speaker 2: the floor as she braces her hands on my thighs
Speaker 2: and holds herself up the curves of her delightful bottom,
Speaker 2: just a moment away from landing on my cock. My
Speaker 2: eyes fixate on the black lace of her panties, the
Speaker 2: seductive motion of her hips, the globes of her ass
Speaker 2: consuming my desire. Knowing the heaven that lays just beyond
Speaker 2: my cock is tortured beyond what I thought was possible.
Speaker 2: I groan with the first caress of her body as
Speaker 2: it presses her sweet flesh on to my aching kneed
Speaker 2: grinding against me. As her hands reach back and gently
Speaker 2: run through my hair. My fingers move up to grip
Speaker 2: those hips as they move in that beautiful rhythm. I
Speaker 2: growl into the scent of her hair, whispering of my
Speaker 2: need being teased to the point of desperation. She turns
Speaker 2: those red dipple lips, spreading into a smile as the
Speaker 2: tip of her tongue caresses and once again torturing me
Speaker 2: more than any bondage. My body shudders as her hands
Speaker 2: press over my stomach, releasing the last buttons of my shirt.
Speaker 2: As she explores my chest, the whisper of her touch
Speaker 2: over my erect nipples sends a bolt of a lightning
Speaker 2: through my body, forcing the arousal to swell through every cell.
Speaker 2: More than any fantasy I could imagine her breath brushes
Speaker 2: my ear as her hand slide over my shoulder, pressing
Speaker 2: my shirt down over my arms, before catching it gracefully
Speaker 2: in her fingers and adorning it like a matador's cape.
Speaker 2: She pirouettes, sliding my fabric over those delicate curves. Entranced
Speaker 2: by the swing of her body, my arousal burns with
Speaker 2: a fire inside me, hotter than I can imagine, straight
Speaker 2: from the devil herself. Turning her head, she glances over
Speaker 2: her shoulder, winking seductively, her body turning to face me
Speaker 2: as she eases herself down. Slowly, her fingertips trace from
Speaker 2: my feet, up my shins, over my thighs, expertly avoiding
Speaker 2: the bulge in my pants, eazing up my sides, to
Speaker 2: my shoulders, and down my arms, stopping only at my
Speaker 2: fingertips gently, our fingers entwined as she painstaking slowly stands
Speaker 2: and draws me up with her. Standing before me, she
Speaker 2: slowly sways her hips from side to side. She drops
Speaker 2: lower and raises herself up again, her bottom pressing out,
Speaker 2: luring me further in so tantalizing me, beckoning me, she
Speaker 2: turns and reaches for the front of my pants. Eagerly,
Speaker 2: I beat her to the chase, kicking off my shoes
Speaker 2: and doing my pants, dropping them to the floor and
Speaker 2: kicking them to one side. She watches me with one
Speaker 2: eyebrow raised and the cocky is grin on her face.
Speaker 2: She stands there for the longest moment, just taking me
Speaker 2: in her eyes, caressing every inch of my body, inspecting
Speaker 2: her prize. Stepping forward, she eases her finger towards my chest,
Speaker 2: gently pushing me back onto the chair, sinking into the
Speaker 2: shadows once again, the sounds of pleasure mixed into the
Speaker 2: beats from the speakers and durrances me further as I wait,
Speaker 2: once again with the satisfaction from my devil's feather. Finally,
Speaker 2: she returns to the spotlight, slowly easing herself along the floor,
Speaker 2: craoling ever so seductively on all fours over to me.
Speaker 2: She stops just between my thighs, looking out, the look
Speaker 2: in her eyes moving between torture and pleasure. The caress
Speaker 2: of her lace brass it's fringes kissing along the inside
Speaker 2: of my thighs as she crawls her way up my body,
Speaker 2: moving herself until she straddles me, tossing her hair out
Speaker 2: of the way. She wrings her lips close to mine,
Speaker 2: the warmth of our breath burning together as she stares
Speaker 2: into my eyes, her lips just a breath away. I
Speaker 2: want to take her heart and fast, need to touch her,
Speaker 2: to kiss her, but her enchantment keeps me still, unmoving,
Speaker 2: terrified that a touch would shatter this illusion before me.
Speaker 2: I wait with agonizing anticipation for her next move. Her
Speaker 2: lips move closer to my ear, her breath brushing against
Speaker 2: me as she whispers, I've been watching you, watching me
Speaker 2: for mites, now waiting for you to make my house.
Speaker 2: Would you like to make a move now you know
Speaker 2: you needing nothing else from her? I move my hands
Speaker 2: up and caress the size of her face while my
Speaker 2: lips seek hers, gently devouring them. Hungry, her hands dive
Speaker 2: into my hair, pulling at it as her hips ground
Speaker 2: into me. She was still wearing my shirt as it
Speaker 2: cascaded around us, enveloping us in a veil of passion,
Speaker 2: kissing her deeper, my tongue tracing along the edge of
Speaker 2: those red lips. I break the kiss to tell her
Speaker 2: that she was such a tease. Her finger comes up
Speaker 2: to my lips to silent my protests, and then travels
Speaker 2: down my neck to my chest. I want deeper, and
Speaker 2: traces around the edge of my nipple. Of her other
Speaker 2: hand scooped down and swept her panties to the side.
Speaker 2: She pinched my nipple and rubbed her thumb over the
Speaker 2: head of my cor teasing my pre comes soaked opening,
Speaker 2: before placing both of her hands onto my shoulders and
Speaker 2: continuing the slow dance on my lap. My cock strains
Speaker 2: up to meet her, for me to make contact that
Speaker 2: sweet hot spot. She keeps rubbing over me, brushing her
Speaker 2: pussy lips over the tip of my cock, circling it gently,
Speaker 2: a brush of a wet desire, kissing my cock, fueling
Speaker 2: I need to fill her completely, hot and wet. Her
Speaker 2: pussy burns closer and closer, and yet so out of
Speaker 2: reach of where I need to be. The hint of
Speaker 2: her caress willing my cock higher, the promise of the
Speaker 2: pleasure waiting just beyond my touch. She tosses her head back,
Speaker 2: her long hair falling down over her back. She rears
Speaker 2: her palvis forward and finally impels herself along my length,
Speaker 2: her lips stretched tightly around my girth, massaging every inch
Speaker 2: as a tip of my cock kisses her pussy walls.
Speaker 2: The sounds of her deep, slow moans red through my body,
Speaker 2: forcing my cock to throb harder, moving her hips in
Speaker 2: such a beautiful rhythm, willing my cock deeper with every move.
Speaker 2: Surrendering to this passion, my body yields as my hips
Speaker 2: rise to meet the rhythm of her body, the trance
Speaker 2: of her pleasures. It caresses down my cock, that warm
Speaker 2: kiss of her juices, sliding over my balls, every movement
Speaker 2: so delightfully slow, so deep and intense. As my body
Speaker 2: is consumed by this woman holding my face, our lips
Speaker 2: meet again, hungry to taste each other, our tongues in twine.
Speaker 2: My fingers slide down her back, cupping her ass tightly
Speaker 2: as I pour her forward, wanting to feel more of
Speaker 2: her seductive addiction, to share our pleasure and melt into
Speaker 2: our satisfaction, and our lips parted, her eyes once more,
Speaker 2: burning into mind, her pussy squeezing my cock until I
Speaker 2: could control it no more. The rush of my orgasm
Speaker 2: rose through my legs, tormenting my cock as I try
Speaker 2: to hold back until that shared moment we could both indulge.
Speaker 2: As she leans in her breath on my neck, biting
Speaker 2: me gently. She whispers, come for me, and I was lost.
Speaker 2: She pressed down one last time, the grip of her
Speaker 2: pussy forcing my cock to explode. Unable to resist, I
Speaker 2: reached down and pulls her breast free from the cups
Speaker 2: of her bra My head dips lower and bites on
Speaker 2: a nipple, sucking it tightly as my cock continues to pulse.
Speaker 2: Wave after wave of orgasm moves through my body as
Speaker 2: his beauty tenses against me, her own pleasure shuddering through
Speaker 2: her as she moans my name and cascades into an orgasm.
Speaker 2: Consumed by our passion. We melt into each other for
Speaker 2: the longest time, immersed in this moment as we stay entwined,
Speaker 2: the warm loath that mused between us, holding us together,
Speaker 2: never wanting to leave, knowing that no one has ever
Speaker 2: loved me better than my sweet Devil's feather. So I
Speaker 2: hope you enjoyed that. So until next time when we
Speaker 2: can get wild in bed all over again, and always
Speaker 2: with your pleasure in mind. This is devil in wild,
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