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