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Speaker 1: tantalize your desires when we go back? Is it truly
Speaker 1: ever the same when we try to relive our youth?
Speaker 1: Maybe there is something else, something waiting to be discovered.
Speaker 1: As Lauren returned to her sanctuary, her place of lasting
Speaker 1: protection from our teenage years, it's history, one mass twist,
Speaker 1: a darker passion might have forgotten. Is she ready to
Speaker 1: explore the depths of her last Hi is Devlin and
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Speaker 1: Your clues are loosened, you've got those ear bums in now,
Speaker 1: just go ahead and close your eyes and surrender to
Speaker 1: the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And
Speaker 1: when you're ready to submit to pleasure, just go ahead
Speaker 1: and take a nice deep breath and hold it for
Speaker 1: a moment and then let it over the side, letting
Speaker 1: go of any tension, any stress. For the next twenty
Speaker 1: minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. You
Speaker 1: have decided this is your time, your time to relax,
Speaker 1: your time for sense, your satisfaction, your time to release
Speaker 1: those in a pastis hm. As she listened to my
Speaker 1: voice and filled the story caressing through your body. The
Speaker 1: grass felt damp as Laurence stopped in the middle of
Speaker 1: a clearing. The sun was already setting, making her lazy
Speaker 1: way towards the horizon. The moon was glowing, casting her
Speaker 1: silvery veil across the forest around her. Laurence sighed as
Speaker 1: she watched the stars twinkled to life. They're pinpoints of radiance,
Speaker 1: emphasizing the presence of the moon, somehow underlining her authority
Speaker 1: in the night sky. She really couldn't remember which direction
Speaker 1: she was meant to be going. She had been in
Speaker 1: this forest years ago. I knew these were only trees,
Speaker 1: so they didn't change that much, But damn if she
Speaker 1: couldn't find the path she wanted. The whole forest looked
Speaker 1: so different now. It might only be fifteen years ago,
Speaker 1: but what had happened to these trees? She didn't even
Speaker 1: really know why she wanted to visit the old chapel
Speaker 1: years ago. It was a run down building. God knows
Speaker 1: if it was even still standing. But when she was younger,
Speaker 1: the chapel had always been the place to escape to.
Speaker 1: Whenever there was problems or troubles at home, she could
Speaker 1: just go to the chapel and escape hide out for
Speaker 1: a few days. It truly was her sanctuary. Of course,
Speaker 1: as she grew up and realized that that broken down
Speaker 1: building couldn't offer any security, she stopped using it and
Speaker 1: somewhere over the midst of time, it just disappeared from
Speaker 1: her thoughts until now. Now she felt like she needed
Speaker 1: the chapel more than ever. The chapel held all the answers.
Speaker 1: She was never one to admit when she was wrong
Speaker 1: or even lost, so she wasn't about to start now.
Speaker 1: Just continuing to push through the undergrowth despite there not
Speaker 1: being any obvious path, she allowed the thorns and branches
Speaker 1: to pull at her skirt and clothing, the repeated sound
Speaker 1: of ripping material just fueling her desire to push further.
Speaker 1: She knew it was here, somewhere. It had to be.
Speaker 1: Old buildings just don't get up and walk away, and
Speaker 1: you really didn't get much older in these parts than
Speaker 1: the chapel. It might have taken an hour, maybe two,
Speaker 1: but eventually Lauren stumbled over a path which looked vaguely familiar.
Speaker 1: Following it, every step seemed to be a step back
Speaker 1: in time, back to when she was so much younger,
Speaker 1: and she still felt hopeful for the life ahead. She
Speaker 1: couldn't be sure, but Lauren thought she could smell the
Speaker 1: dying embers of a fire, that same smell she had
Speaker 1: smelled so many times when she was here when she
Speaker 1: was younger, when the chapel had been a destination for
Speaker 1: all of them, a place they could sleep out at
Speaker 1: night and not have to worry about putting up a tent,
Speaker 1: a place where they had some of the best parties.
Speaker 1: Lauren had ever attended, and her dark secret was that
Speaker 1: she'd actually lost her virginity in this very chapel over
Speaker 1: the altar, if you're interested. They had both been young
Speaker 1: and naive, so the fact it was on the altar
Speaker 1: was the most memorable thing about it was nice enough,
Speaker 1: but Lauren realized soon after that he wasn't the man
Speaker 1: for her. The moonlight cast its eerie glow over the
Speaker 1: park of the trees, illuminating them in the most beautiful way.
Speaker 1: As she traveled along the path deeper into the forest,
Speaker 1: the bark seemed to spark to life, glowing in the moonlight,
Speaker 1: and even in the darkness of the night. This path
Speaker 1: felt strangely familiar, almost as if she could be walking
Speaker 1: it again, just as she had all those years ago.
Speaker 1: Eventually it opened up into a wide area amongst the trees.
Speaker 1: The familiar tumbledown stone of buildings long since forgotten decorated
Speaker 1: the ground. When there were kids. They would tell each
Speaker 1: other that the buildings were once part of a grand
Speaker 1: mansion of an incredibly wealthy family, built to humility by
Speaker 1: the devilish antics of one's son who had brought nothing
Speaker 1: but shame to his family name. Eventually, the story went,
Speaker 1: the locals, who were extremely religious, burned the mansion to
Speaker 1: the ground, believing the son was a spawn of Satan himself.
Speaker 1: The legend went that although he was in the house
Speaker 1: with many of his lovers as the building was engulfed
Speaker 1: with flame, none of them screamed, No one shouted, Not
Speaker 1: one of them begged for mercy, knowing they were destined
Speaker 1: for their rightful place in the flames of hell. It
Speaker 1: was always a favorite story set around that camphire, and
Speaker 1: every year they would decorate it. While there would be
Speaker 1: more illustration, more passion into the story, there had been
Speaker 1: a time when Lauren had taken more than a passing
Speaker 1: interest in the local legend. She actually investigated the old
Speaker 1: building that had been on the side, and it was
Speaker 1: true there was once a mansion, and what's more, the
Speaker 1: family that owned it did actually fall onto hard times
Speaker 1: within a single generation. The reports, such as they were
Speaker 1: at the time, seemed to say that the fire had
Speaker 1: actually been accidental, and the son of the devil who
Speaker 1: had perished in the flames was nothing more than a
Speaker 1: young man troubled by his sexuality. Of course, back then
Speaker 1: times were different, and many things would be cast as
Speaker 1: the devil's work, particularly the homosexual sun of a wealthy,
Speaker 1: prominent family. The moonlight seemed to isolate the chapel with
Speaker 1: its veil as she approached the forest around it, disappearing
Speaker 1: as the light gently danced across the old stone, casting
Speaker 1: a magical aura over the grave facire. There was almost
Speaker 1: something relaxing without seeing this building once more, after all
Speaker 1: this time. Laurence sighed as she stood on the edge
Speaker 1: of the clearing, holding her breath for a moment and
Speaker 1: just absorbing the view in front of her, a view
Speaker 1: she thought she'd never see again, or ever really want to.
Speaker 1: And yet here she was, staring at over three hundred
Speaker 1: year old stones for all her life, feeling like she
Speaker 1: had returned home once again. It was true. As much
Speaker 1: as she wanted to night, as much as she wanted
Speaker 1: to pretend this was part of her imagination, she dannwell
Speaker 1: missed this place and all its collapsing history well than
Speaker 1: she thought possible. Taking a deep breath, Lauren took a
Speaker 1: step forward and pushed her way through the undergrowth that
Speaker 1: surrounded the old chapel. A fog of insects sparkled in
Speaker 1: the moonlight, disturbed from whatever slumber they were engaged in.
Speaker 1: Pushing her fingers through the knotted ivy, Lauren eventually discovered
Speaker 1: the edge of a nutjar door. The door had been
Speaker 1: opened this way, certainly ever since she had known this place.
Speaker 1: Occasionally people would tear down the ivy so locals might
Speaker 1: visit the old chapel, But somehow, always, within days, the
Speaker 1: ivy had grown and the undergrowth returned to ensure the
Speaker 1: building's entrance was hidden from all those that didn't already know,
Speaker 1: or maybe the chapel didn't want knowing. As she pushed
Speaker 1: through the undergrowth into the building beyond, she had to
Speaker 1: admit the gap between the door and the wall felt
Speaker 1: a little tighter than it had when she was younger.
Speaker 1: Perhaps the door had moved after all, Perhaps the ivy
Speaker 1: had bordered a little more closed than it had all
Speaker 1: those years ago. After all, that was the only sensible
Speaker 1: conclusion Lauren could reach about the change in circumstances. A
Speaker 1: carpet of green recovered the floor. Brief glimpses of moonlight
Speaker 1: ignited the dew that hung on the leaves, diamonds glittering
Speaker 1: over the ancient stone. Just as when she was younger,
Speaker 1: there were moments when Lauren felt the chapel was speaking
Speaker 1: to her, intrusting her with the secrets of this old
Speaker 1: building and charging her with keeping the secrets safe. There
Speaker 1: was something truly magical in this chapel. Lauren felt it
Speaker 1: felt like she belonged to it, as if the place
Speaker 1: was where she always wanted to be. How could she
Speaker 1: possibly have denied herself for all this time? Pulling the
Speaker 1: undergrowth from a stone seat beneath an old mully and window,
Speaker 1: Lauren reclined and closed her eyes, releasing all the stress
Speaker 1: of the day. It was here, she remembered, here where
Speaker 1: she could feel truly safe within these walls. She could
Speaker 1: never explain why, but she really did feel safe here,
Speaker 1: oddly enough, safer that when she was in any church
Speaker 1: the other building. Here truly was her sanctuary. Listening to
Speaker 1: the sounds that echoed gently around the hollow room, the
Speaker 1: comforting whisper of a natural spring bubbling life into a
Speaker 1: font relaxing and inviting her to sleep, to immerse herself
Speaker 1: in the relaxation that gently pulsed in the fabric of
Speaker 1: this building. How long she slept, she couldn't be shun
Speaker 1: or she did know that when she awoke, she wasn't
Speaker 1: alone anymore. Two men occupied the shadows on the edge
Speaker 1: of the room, their broad shoulders dominating her view. Content
Speaker 1: to remain hidden within the shadows, Lawn pressed herself back
Speaker 1: tighter against the wall. Unsure who these men were or
Speaker 1: their intentions, she certainly didn't want the day to get
Speaker 1: any worse. There was a strange tension between the two men.
Speaker 1: Lauren couldn't decide if it was anger of frustration or
Speaker 1: maybe something else, but certainly the electricity seemed to crackle
Speaker 1: through the air as the two men stalked each other
Speaker 1: around the stone altar in the center. Suddenly, a clap
Speaker 1: of flesh echoed in the chapel, the sounds of two
Speaker 1: strong bodies embracing, engulfing each other in their muscled grasps.
Speaker 1: The sound more felt than herd as it resonated around
Speaker 1: the chapel, forcing Laurent to WinCE at the sensation that
Speaker 1: vibrated through a body. The two men pressed their chests together,
Speaker 1: fingers entwined as they wrestled each other against the altar.
Speaker 1: Lauren's pupils dilated at the erotic power plane unfolding before her.
Speaker 1: These two men seemed to be battling each other for supremacy,
Speaker 1: to see who would be in charge, and suddenly Lauren
Speaker 1: realized her pussy was trembling. Aching at this pleasurable thought.
Speaker 1: Whiting on her lip, Lauren tried desperately to suppress a
Speaker 1: wildfire of passion it was already growing inside, a gentle
Speaker 1: whimper that dropped from her lips as she watched the
Speaker 1: two men's hands moving over then naked torsos. An energy
Speaker 1: vibrating between these men more powerful than she could imagine possible,
Speaker 1: an electricity that lit up the dark hair, igniting the
Speaker 1: space in the chapel. Their thumbs pressed into their tight muscles,
Speaker 1: pushing deeply, with their fingernails digging into each other's chest,
Speaker 1: tormenting their already erect nipples as they pinched them roughly.
Speaker 1: The two men lost in each other's gazes, consumed by
Speaker 1: an erotic desire that Lauren could only watch, spellbound by
Speaker 1: her own lustful thoughts as their hands squeezed over the
Speaker 1: tight muscles of their abdomen, pushing lower, their hands gripping
Speaker 1: each other intimately, and one of the men suddenly reached
Speaker 1: down and unbuckled the other's jeans, tearing the leatherbout from
Speaker 1: their denim hoops, before letting the cascade down his thighs,
Speaker 1: amassing into a heap around his ankles, before grabbing the
Speaker 1: man's swollen cock and stroking it through his shorts. The
Speaker 1: deep moans of a frustrated desire echoed in the chapel
Speaker 1: as he squeezed his partner's erection tightly, gently milking the tip.
Speaker 1: Your pretty little cock want to come, she heard one
Speaker 1: man ask, and watched the couple engrossed in their desires
Speaker 1: as the other nodded his reply. Not yet, not until
Speaker 1: I say, the first man said. But now you can
Speaker 1: get on your knees and make my cock tremble with
Speaker 1: your lips, and when you've tasted every last drop, I
Speaker 1: might consider letting you come in my ass. Loren's fingers
Speaker 1: dug into her thighs, pressing through the gentle material, she
Speaker 1: stroked the sensitive skin. It never considered watching two men
Speaker 1: together could be so erotic and so pussy tingling. But
Speaker 1: right now she couldn't think of anything hornier than watching
Speaker 1: these two men fuck the daylights out of each other.
Speaker 1: Her own slick already kissing down her thighs, stroking the
Speaker 1: soft skin as her desire grow, and stopping herself as
Speaker 1: she realized she was standing in anticipation, trying to get
Speaker 1: a better view of the man who knelt on his knees,
Speaker 1: lavishing his tongue around the erect shaft that trembled before him,
Speaker 1: his lips sucking gently along every inch of that sensitive cock.
Speaker 1: Every movement of his mouth screamed that he worshiped the
Speaker 1: cock in front of him, Cupping the man's bulls and
Speaker 1: squeezing them gently as his fingers pushed further back, tormenting
Speaker 1: him further, forcing his cock even stiffer as it trembled
Speaker 1: with passion. Even in the moonlight, Lauren could watch it,
Speaker 1: throbbing with desire. Every motion between the two men occupied
Speaker 1: her thoughts obsessively. She watched as the one stood pushed
Speaker 1: his fingers through his own hair as if flaunting his
Speaker 1: cock in front of the other's mouth, tormenting him with
Speaker 1: the pleasure. He so desired, proudly displaying the impressive size
Speaker 1: of his erection as he pushed it towards his partner's mouth. Slowly,
Speaker 1: his lips lid over the tip of the man's cock,
Speaker 1: his mouth stretched to take him fully and deeply in
Speaker 1: his throat. Lauren's fingers pressed against her sudden panties, massaging
Speaker 1: her lips, her clip through the soft material, matching the
Speaker 1: speed and rhythm of the man's head as he slipped
Speaker 1: his mouth along that impressive length, taking his cock deep
Speaker 1: into his throat, as Lauren pushed her fingers between her
Speaker 1: wet lips, fucking deep into a pussy without even thinking,
Speaker 1: as if hypnotized by watching the pendulous motion of the
Speaker 1: man giving a blow job. As his pace quickened, his
Speaker 1: head moving faster, the passion rising, Lauren's fingers pushed deeper
Speaker 1: into a pussy, fucking herself with determined thrust, wanting to
Speaker 1: come in perfect time as that cock exploded in the
Speaker 1: man's mouth. For a moment, she could imagine the taste
Speaker 1: of kissing come from his lips, from the tight skin
Speaker 1: of their chest and down their stomach, and what those
Speaker 1: two men might do to a fragile body as they
Speaker 1: explored each and every our office to satisfy their desires.
Speaker 1: Lauren could feel her or hassen rising, accelerating as a
Speaker 1: body tensed, watching the man's fingers pulling into his partner's hair,
Speaker 1: his mouth taking that cock even deeper as his bull
Speaker 1: slapped on his chin with each pussy electrifying thrust. Lauren
Speaker 1: could almost feel his balls tightening, his pre come rising
Speaker 1: as his cock trembled in the man's throat, tasting that
Speaker 1: first hint of pleasure as he fucked deeper and harder.
Speaker 1: Owning his mouth, her fingers grasped their breast, squeezing them
Speaker 1: tightly as she watched his button's tense and thrust that
Speaker 1: hard cock even more urgently into the welcoming mouth of
Speaker 1: the man on his knees. There was a voice suddenly,
Speaker 1: somewhere in the darkness, a voice that just said, you
Speaker 1: can come for me now. Her thighs tensed around her hand,
Speaker 1: gripping it tightly as her fingers pushed deeper, watching the
Speaker 1: two men melt into a pool of desire as his
Speaker 1: body tensed him. With perfect timing, the man on his
Speaker 1: knees thrust a finger deep into his ass, forcing an
Speaker 1: explosion that consumed his whole body, the streams of white
Speaker 1: comb spilled down his chin and dripping over the tight
Speaker 1: muscles of his chest. Unable to control her orgasm any longer,
Speaker 1: Lauren's fingers pushed deep inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing
Speaker 1: her clip with vicious desire. As her fingernails dug into
Speaker 1: her breast and her body erupted, her orgasm cascading through
Speaker 1: every cell. Closing her eyes, she sank into the oblivion
Speaker 1: of erotic pleasure, and somewhere in the distance, she could
Speaker 1: hear her voice moaning that deepest pleasure, guttural, nanimalistic. There
Speaker 1: was no sense or rhyme to the words, just sheer,
Speaker 1: unadulterated passion that consumed her mind and body. Opening her eyes,
Speaker 1: Lauren realized that Chapel was silent, painfully aware she had
Speaker 1: screamed her pleasure for all to hear, and that she
Speaker 1: was now the focus of the two men's attention as
Speaker 1: they stalked towards her. Everybody's naked and listening with come.
Speaker 1: So part one of that little story, will I hope
Speaker 1: you've enjoyed it? Part two next week, and I if
Speaker 1: you could see me, you'd see how rolling my eyes innocently.
Speaker 1: What could be going on next? Wow, you're just gonna
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