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of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bad her listeners m
FF fantasy. Ashley has lost in her life, a gray,
monochrome existence that doesn't work for her anymore. She has
lived her life, done everything that was expected. Heck, she'd
been normal, and for what to pay for her own
prison cell craft, the very chains that bound her. Now
now it was time for a change, to escape this prison,
to take those chains. But where does a woman go
to find her new passion? Hiyes, Devlin, and welcome to
another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
sensial satisfaction, and finger looking good fantasies. So on tonight's episode, Well,
I was going to do an erotic meditation. However, h
Ashley sounded very enthusiastic about having her fantasy right here
on the podcast. So tonight, this is a little shout
out to Ashley in her fantasy. I know you didn't
think I give you a shout out, but here it
is now I do hope you're laying on your bed,
you'll clothes loosened, just put those ear puts in, then
closure eyes, surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing
over here. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure,
go ahead and take a nice deep breath and just
hold it for a moment and then release it with
a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. 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 release those
in a desires as you feel my voice going with you,
as you immerse yourself into Night's story. The night air
was thick and warm, full of the smell of burning
wood and the chirrups of night birds. Ashley cast her
eyes over the shadow drenched long below. So many memories
lived here, so many reasons to stay. So many things
had trapped her. It wasn't always this way, but now
it just seemed like there was no escape. It was
a quiet night, perfect, she thought, for the first steps
on her new adventure. She had spent so many nights
sitting in her marital bed thinking of what she could
do if only she had the nerve, if only she
could rid herself this damn self doubt, How she could
rekindle their marriage, rediscover the passion they had once shared,
the uninhibited fund, before the kids, before the mortgage, before
having to be a damn adult all the time. Caressing
her fingers longingly over the soft material of the bed linens,
Ashley closed her eyes for a moment. She could almost
feel that lost heat right now. Confused over whether she
should cry or whether she should indulge her memories in
a moment of self pleasure, she just shook her head.
Tonight wasn't about the past, or lost passions, or trying
to live a memory that had long since died. Night
was about Ashleigh and a new adventure. She had readied
her bag and put on her most comfortable clothes, nothing special,
just a pair of old jeans and a baggy T shirt.
She slipped out of her house, careful not to awaken James,
her husband, and made a way towards the edge of town.
As she walked, she felt the familiar thrill of freedom
and adventure, but also a deep sense of sorrow for
all that she was leaving behind. The moon shone from
a sky full of stars, and she shivered despite the
warmth of the night. Ashley was never one for superstitions,
but at that moment she made a silent wish for
a better future, a different future. Walking on and soon
the town was behind her, she felt a strange sense
of calm and focus, Knowing that from this point onward
her life would never be the same again. She felt
a nervous tingle in her belly, one that was both
exhilarating and slightly terrifying. She was embarking on something new,
something that was entirely hers. There was a sense of
power and liberation in this single moment, and she could
feel it surging through her veins. She had spent the
entire day preparing for this night, packing a small bag
with her essentials, and gathering the courage to finally take
this step. Now, standing in the moonlight, ready to go,
she felt a pang of doubt, and then she remembered
all of the days she had spent sitting in her
marriage bed, dreaming of something different. All of these days
she had longed for freedom, something she could call her own,
something that was purely Ashleigh. She knew the only way
to gain that freedom was to take this first step,
and so she did, and as she walked down the street,
she was aware of the disapproving glare of her neighbors.
She had been married to her husband for twenty five years,
and here she was walking away from the security of
an empty marriage and into the unknown. But instead of
shrinking away, she held her head high, determined to make
this night, this moment, hers and hers alone. Arriving at
her destination, a small studio at the edge of town,
a sign above the door read making New Passions. She
slowly opened the door, feeling a sense of anticipation as
she stepped into the warm glow of the light beyond. Inside,
a veil of orange light adorned every surface, and the
walls were lined with canvases of all sizes. There were
sketches and paintings of erotic scenes, of moments of passion,
all in various stages of completion. The scene sort of
reminded her of a music festival her and James had
attended years ago, colorful canvases of tents adorning the fields.
The excitement, the energy of being free and uninhibited fueled
their bodies, and, strangely and perhaps surprising them, Ashley felt
that sensation right now. In the center of the room
was a large wooden table with pencils, paints, and brushes
and arranged neatly around it. The sight of the tools
of her new passion brought a smile to her lips.
She carefully unpacked her bag and set up her workspace.
As she did, her mind was alive with possibilities. Here
she could create whatever she desired. Here she could explore
the depths of her imagination. Her heart raised as she
finally mustered the courage to make her first mark. She
looked up at the male model and saw his sculpted
muscles beneath his tan skin, shining in the soft studio light.
With a deep breath, she clicked her pencils a razor
on top of her sketchpad and slowly started to outline
his form. The sense of freedom and joy was palpable
as she put pencil to paper. It was like a drug,
and as the minutes passed, she felt her soul expand
with each stroke of the pencil. Her pencil teased over
the paper as her eyes drifted over his chest, noticing
the warm light of the studio caressing his muscles, biting
her lip. Actually tried to focus on her artwork, tried
not to let the lust fueled thoughts and memories distract her.
As her fingers lingered over his nipples, so tight, so
pert so inviting. Slowly, her hands sketched the tide lines
of his abdomen, shading the definitions of his muscles, her
hand lingering over the top of his towel, the only
peter material covering any part of his body. The studio
light cast a flattering shadow over the bulge beneath, defining it,
enhancing it. Ashley's thighs tensed to the memory of a
firm erection, inviting her touch her lips, her desire. A
long forgotten throbbing sensation moved between her thighs, squirming uncomfortably
on her storm. The soft material of her panties tormented
her desire further. Ashley began drawing the memory from her
youth from the festival. No towel, only the misty sun
shining through the canvas of the tent. The warmth of
the air dripped with intimate passion as the three of
them looked at each other. It had been completely unplanned,
but weren't all the best moments of passion. That way,
an insect bite that needed attention, that's all it had taken.
The red swelling on Laura's her best friend's knee was
angry and red as Ashley slid her hand over the wound,
rubbing the antiseptic cream into the affected skin. Within moments,
the skin returned to normal and Laura's moans of discomfort changed.
Parting her legs, Laura allowed her skin gird to fall
back over her hips, the flight of the sun glistening
on her wet panties, the gemstones of her pleasure glistening
in the warm light. And then a pause, a moment
of thought and contemplation as the heat of the two
women's gazes created a new energy between the friends. Not
a word was spoken of approval or rejection, just an
inner knowledge that, in this moment, right now, this is
what they both desired. Ashley's fingers pushed up the soft
skin of Laura's thighs, caressing every inch with her lips,
her breath, her tongue teasing warm wet circles higher and higher.
Laura moaned her pleasure, her fingertips exploring Ashley's hair, pulling
her tighter against her wanting her lips her tongue to
explore her completely. Ashley paused for a moment at the
top of her thigh, watching the gentle pulsing beneath Laura's panties.
This was a moment she had thought about often, but
never had the courage to pursue. Hear away from all restrictions,
all inhibitions. This was the moment to experience it. Tracing
her fingers slowly up and down the wet material of
Laura's panties, Ashley smiled, listening to her friend's gentle moans,
knowing full well the desire that must be burning inside.
Eventually pulling the material to one side, her fingers slid
along her lips, teasing them, forcing Laura to raise her
hips in a desperate need to be fulfilled. To be satisfied, bitch,
Laura cursed playfully, just eat me, ash Dipping her head,
she traced a long line along the neatly trimmed pubic hair,
pressing gently between her lips. Ashley had tasted her own
pleasure several times and not thought much of it, but
tasting her friend's warm nectar had an intense taste She
wasn't expecting pushing her lips apart, Ashley pressed her tongue
into a waiting pussy, hungrily eating at her juices. Laura
writhed beneath her touch, pushing her pussy up tight against
her lips. The heat of Ashley's breath pummeled her, pleasure,
burning through her like a wildfire. Ashley's hands pressed over
her stomach and poured a shirt apart to expose her
friend's soft breasts, grasping them tightly, pinching her nipples between
finger and thumb. Ash she could feel the sensations in
her friend's body vibrating through her clit. Sucking that nub
gently at first, just between her lips, she circled it
slowly before pulling it between her teeth. Knowing the sweet
wave of pleasure and pain that would be resonating through
a core, her tongue flicked harder, pummeling Laura's clit, whipping
it with savage caresses that forced her body to submit
to their desires. Ashley's own body resonated in sympathy with
her friends. She could feel how swollen her pussy was,
desperate for its own attention. Caught between a rock and
a hard place, Ashley was desperate to explore her passion
to orgasm with her friend, but was not ready to
yield the pleasure of massaging her breasts. Suddenly, a wave
of cool air filled the tent, and Ashley could smell
the heady fragrance of James's cologne. They had discussed her
fantasies many times, but had never agreed to enact it.
A moment of nervous silence filled the tent as time
seemed to stand still. Suddenly, James's grasping Ashley's hips, lifting
her up, his hard cock swelling against her cheeks. Without waiting,
he poured her skirt over her ass, exposing her naked cheeks,
before pressing his cock deep inside her wanton pussy. Somehow,
every stroke of his cock seemed more intense than it
had before, his erection, more swollen as it pressed along
the walls of her pussy, fucking her with deep, needy strokes.
Ashley pushed her hips back against James, willing him deeper,
her tongue pummeling Laura's clit with a vicious desire, willing
her to be as close to coming as she was
right now. Suddenly, the shock of burning pleasure scorched Ashley's
ass as James repeatedly spanked her, pressing his cock deeper
and harder with every brutal caress. Laura's pussy clutched at
her tongue, her feet pressing into the ground, desperate to
share this moment of pleasure, for the pair of them,
to immerse themselves in their forbidding climax. Suddenly, Laura cried out.
The taste in her pussy changed as her body clt
clenched in a beautiful orgasm. Just the knowledge of it,
the sensation of it on Ashley's tongue, took her over
the edge, her pussy squeezing hard onto James's cock, forcing
his own orgasm to erupt inside Ashley's fingers duck into
her thighs. As she stared at her drawing, her initial
tentative monochrome pencil strokes had given over to wide brushstrokes
of color. The cock she had pulled so heasitantly to draw,
so nervous of the memories it might reignite, pulsed a beautiful,
passionate red. But there was more. In amongst the colors
of the tent canvases, there was a spark of something else,
something deeper. Ashley's lips formed a perfect circle as a
sense of inner realization moved through her mind. Gently, she whispered, oh,
ignoring the sensation of a desire dripping down her thighs.
Ashley quickly stood from her stool, packing her bag with
pencils and paints and grabbing her sketch from the easel.
She rolled it up and hurriedly thanked the model and
teacher and left the studio, Pausing for a moment in
the warmth of the night air, She dug her cellphone
out of her bag and typed a quick imprompture text
of course, setting off toward her home. James is due
to leave for his night shift soon, and if Ashley
got her timing right, this would be perfect. Each step
home confirmed her determination. She was now a woman with
a passion, a woman with a sense of purpose, every
step reaffirming the energy she felt for the first time
in years, affirming how truly a life she felt right
now in this moment. So what is Ashley got planned?
Is she going to pack up bags and leave while
James is out at work, or has she got something
far more salacious in mind? Well, you'll just have to
tune in next week to find out. So until then,
when we can get wild in bed all over again,
and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil
in Wild wishing you solagious dreams as you have enjoyed
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