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this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bed. Having
escaped the confines of the Christmas Tree and that damned curse,
Melissa seeks sanctuary in a church, a place she knew
once long ago. But the young priest that haunts this building,
this young man who stalks the stone floors, wanting to
absolve her of sin, is a confession. He wants to
engage her in his or hers. Was he a punishment
or truly a Christmas gift? Now she is free at last. Hi,
it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking
good fantasies. Well, I hope you've had a very good
Christmas and Santa Claus stuffed your stockings full of all
the delight you desire. And hey, it new year coming
up and you still I always love the new year.
It feels like you can put everything else behind you,
make a new start and with new starts. There's several
new podcasts coming live this week, so keep your eyes open.
Something new is on the horizon. Mm hmmmm. I hope
you're nice and relaxed, because you know this podcast is
best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuts
in close, your eyes, loose in those clothes, and surrender
to the pleasure of my voice m caressing over your body.
And when you're ready to experience deep sense your pleasure,
just go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and
hold it for a moment, 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 to
have for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release your inner
desires as you listen to my voice and let the
story move through your body. And the sound of her
heels echoed in the vastness of the empty building. The
repeated click, click, click resonated on the ancient stone. She
could feel the age of them burning through her feet,
history clawing at every step. The rainbow pattern of the
stained glass window and glowed gently on the gray stone,
a warmth that was otherwise missing from this place. Of course,
Melissa could remember when these buildings had been full of warmth,
full of passion and fervor, places where people would meet
and celebrate the changing seasons, grateful to have survived a winter,
and full of hope for a good spring. He was
so much more positive then, no rules about denying your
nature or ignoring the nature of the land. Back then,
they worked with it and gave thanks for everything it
gave them In return. Life was so much simpler. Looking
around the empty walls, corn dollies would have decorated these
halls and garlands made of cones and willows to show
their gratitude the harvest they had received, all to be
burned and returned to nature to ensure the future harvest.
In the days before they discovered the error of their ways,
passion had flowed through every minute of every day. But
that was then, before the gold, the money, the hypocrisy,
the dogma, the rules. She almost spat the words out
as she thought them. Facing the ottar, Melissa never quite
understood how the gifts given in nature had ever become sin,
how denying your true nature ever become the path of
the righteous. She had always held that discovering who you
truly were was one of the gifts of life. Denying that,
to her at least, was most definitely a sin. Yet
these people thought every day to become something they weren't,
denied their nature and spent a life in torment for it.
Each and every day they tortured themselves for what madness?
She thought, as her fingers traced a gold laced cloth
that adorned the altar. All this wealth, or people starved,
or people killed each other over a piece of land
they had never seen. My child, Can I help you?
You look lost? A deep voice said from the recesses
of the church. Oh, it's been a few years since
I've been in a church. I was just curious. I
decided to come in, Melissa replied, without looking up. A
few years. You say, May I suggest a confession? The
priest replied, mine or yours? Melissa asked, her green eyes,
focusing on his golden gaze, his not unhandsome looks, and
his chiseled jewel. Suddenly he seemed unnerved, not a reaction
Melissa was unused to. Attempting a smile, He said, yours,
my child, help absolve you of your sins. How long
have you got Melissa replied, a wide grin spreading over
her red lips. This might be fun as long as
you need, he replied, dipping his head in feign subservience.
She followed the priest to a cubicle in the corner
of the church, Ushering her inside, she looked around the
confined space. Yes, certainly not a place you would want
to spend a great deal of time in, she mused.
Taking a seat on the bench inside, she stretched her
legs out as best she could. Long legs could be
such a bitch At times. A draft of cool air
invaded the folds of her skirt, only serving to accentuate
the growing heat of anticipation between her thighs. Hearing another
door close and a shutter slide across, the priest murmured
a few words in prayer. They were so close she
could feel the heat of his breath. Oh, this is
very intimate, like midnight whispers in bed, Melissa said, with
a mischievous grin. How long since your last confession? The
priest asked, sounding wary of being in such a confined
environment with sir, Oh, I have never confessed to anything
I've only admitted the truth of my nature, she replied,
her eyes glistening despite the darkness. Hesitating, the priest seemed
to be doubting his training, the wisdom of his choices.
It was so much easier when people just confessed to
jealousy or coveting their neighbor's wife. He really didn't feel
prepared for times like this. Well, why don't we start
at the beginning? Just tell me everything, and the priest said,
the hope in his voice, steadily dwindling everything. Well, okay,
I guess we should start. When I was in my twenties,
I went to a dance for the harvest. Everyone was
having so much fun and so relaxed. I'd never been
to one before. I noticed a young couple dancing, and
when they walked away even the dance, into the depths
of the forest, I followed them, she said, her gentle
voice resonating through the confession booth. I watched curiously as
a man slowly undressed the lady, his lips moving over
her breasts. Her nipples were so erect. I realized mine
were as well, and they felt different. Melissa said, not
the kind of a reck nipple you get on a
cold day, but more a sensation of anticipation burning through it.
His lips moved over those nipples, and his tongue licked
at them. The young lady moaned gently as his mouth
explored her reck nobs. It wasn't a moan of pain,
but of resignation, of submission, wondering how that might fill.
I wet my own fingers, unrubbed my nipples, and they
became so painfully hard. It felt like a burning sensation
aching in my body. So I pinched them roughly and
unrubbed them between my finger and thumb. I couldn't help
but moan at the pleasure it created, Melissa said, before
pausing for a moment to let the image sink. In.
A barely audible gulp and unzipping sound came from the
preet's side to the booth. Melissa grinned like a cheshire cat,
and then he lifted her skirt. Even in the darkness,
I could see the glistening on her thighs. He looked
so wet, so wanton. I realized that my own thighs
were dripping with wet, and there was a pulsing sensation
just inside my panties. Something I hadn't felt before. As
a man's fingers moved over her swollen pink lips, the
woman moaned even louder. I couldn't help myself. I lifted
my skirt and caressed my own private area just as
he was doing, and it felt so fucking good. Her
grown echoed in the booth, the groan of a sleeping
desire being woken for the first time in many years,
a grown melisserate hurt so many times before as he
pushed his fingers inside her body bugged a little as
mind did as I pressed my fingers inside myself, feeling
how wet I was, how hot my pussy was, how
it clutched along my fingers, so tight and sensitive, so
desperate for pleasure. Melissa fell silent for a moment, immersing
herself in the shortening breath of the priest. The faint
but distinct sounds of rosary beads rubbing along the hard
cock filled the booth. She had missed us came so much.
You know, it's funny, but just remembering it now and
telling you about it, it feels so real again. My
pussy throbs just like it did then. I can even
feel the warm caress in my juices, kissing my Thuh
does that make sense, she asked collly. The priest fluttered
a little as he replied, yes, my child, carry on,
tell me everything. Wow. The young man started rubbing the
front of the lady's private parts with his thumb as
his fingers were thrusting in and out. I didn't understand
why until I tried it. The first time I pressed
my thumb there, my whole body shook with pleasure. Of course,
I didn't know that was my clip. I'd never even
known it existed until I rubbed it. I had to
bite my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly
and being discovered. Could you imagine that? Yes, yes, do
go on, the priest replied, his voice short desperate, this
young lady managed to unbuckle the man's pants despite her
writhing in pleasure, and when they fell to the ground,
his cock was so hard and right. I'd seen cocks before,
of course, coming from the country, but they had always
been soft and small. This was so much larger, so
much harder. I'm sure my eyes must have been popping
out of my head, she said with a gentle giggle.
The lady fell to her niece, and started kissing his cock,
licking it before she took it between her lips, sliding
her mouth up and down his length. I wondered how
it might fell. So I took my fingers from my
still dripping pussy and suck them into my mouth, my
tongue tasting all my wet deliciousness. Wondering how it might
feel for a man if I had my lips sliding
along his hard cock. How it might feel for my
tongue to be tasting him, to have him deep in
my mouth? Can you imagine that? She asked, grinning at
the groans of pleasure that echoed in the booth. Not
waiting for a reply, Melissa stood and left the booth,
opening the priest's entrance. She looked down at him, sat
on his bench, his pants unzipped, rosary beads wrapped around
his cock as he gripped it firmly in his hand,
stroking his pulsing erection. He blushed the vicious red at
being caught pleasuring himself. Melissa mused briefly, how all priestly
like old men until their cock was in their hands.
This one looked young, naive and innocent. She could sense
the desire burning inside him, the passion far too young
to denert, the desire that burned like an inferno in
his eyes. This is truly a gift from God, Melissa said,
as she knelt in front of him, pushing his hand
to one side gently, her gaze burnt into his as
she slid her lips over his cock and beads the
rolling bulls, seemingly accentuating the sensations moving through his cock.
The end of the strand dropped between his sighs. Roughly,
Melissa eased his pants down his legs until they caressed
his ankles, while still sliding her lips up and down
his shaft. Taking the end of the rosary beats, she
pressed them into his ass with one long finger before
pulling them back out again, running the beads along his
most private erosionas zone every movement, making his cock tremble
a little harder along her tongue. His body tensing, Melissa
could taste of her drops of his pleasure moving into
her mouth before she stopped suddenly and stood, lifting her skirt,
her pussies swollen and throbbing with an angry passion, burning
with a vicious pink heat. Taste my necktar, she whispered,
her fingers through his hair, pressing his head between her thighs.
The priest licked hungrily at her pussy, sucking her juices
before his tongue flicked over her clit, viciously punishing her
nub with repeated strokes of his broad tongue. The flood
of her juices coated his face as he relentlessly tasted
the pull of her pleasure. Spank my pussy, tell me
I'm your Jezebel, she cried out, as she parted her
thighs wider enthusiastically. The priest brought his hand up in
a hard stroke, punishing her thighs with the rosary beats.
You're such a bad girl, a dirty bitch, he growled
as he sucked her clit, biting it between his teeth,
the vibration in his voice sending a fresh weight of
pleasure resonating through Melissa's body. His hand struck again, this
time kissing the folds of her sex with brutal desire,
the stinging sensation of the beads leaving a hot imprint
of pleasure right there on her pussy, a heat that
burned through her whole body, My fucking Jezebel, my heart,
my salarm, he said, punishing her aching pussy, repeatedly flogging
her thighs, her pussy, her lips as his teeth dragged
along her clip, the heat of his breath pulsing with need,
inflaming the desire within her. I am all of those things,
I confess, she moaned, loudly, grinning wildly. Now fuck me,
help me repent. The priest stood behind her, his breath
burning against her neck as he pushed her against us
side of the confession booth and guiding the tip of
his cock between her folds, he fucked deep and hard
into a pussy. He is a frustrated desire swelled in
his erection, pulsing it deep inside Melissa's sex, his hand
coming down, the crack of his palm as it viciously
kissed her exposed ass, echoed in the booth. Dirty bitch,
He repeated, his thrust so hard they lifted Melissa off
her feet. Jezebel, harlot salom, every word punctuated with another
herd spank. The burning sensation throbbed deep into a pussy,
The kneed ached inside her, clutching along his cock, dripping
it firmly. Her pussy rubbed every inch of his shaft,
feeling every pulsing vein, kissing the walls of her pussy
with animalistic need, biting into her neck, his fingernails digging
into her ass, clutching manically at the soft flesh as
his body tightened against her, his cock swelling so hard
inside her pussy, his length pressed against the walls of
her pussy, roamed into her ear mine as her body
erupted in pleasure, squeezing his cock so tightly he could
do nothing else but come, his warm pleasure filling her.
The priest slumped back onto his bench, gasping. Looking up
at Melissa, he grinned before giving her a quizzical look
without saying a word. Melissa slid her hand between her
thighs and caressed their weeping come from her pussy. Taking
a single finger dripping with their juices, she dragged it
across his forehead before sliding it down his forehead and
along his nose, wiping the remaining come across his lips.
She looked at him for the longest moment, the glistening
cross adorning his head, before she whispered, oh, father, I
think I may have sinned. And then she leaned down
and let her lips absorb the taste of their pleasure
from his mouth. Then nooses brushed as her gaze is
met coily. Melissa asked, what do you think? Holding her gaze,
he said, finally, I think your confession could become addictive.
You may need many more. Oh, father, you have no idea,
Melissa replied, her ruby lips glistening as a smile spread
across her face. So the new Year's story, Well, I
hope you have a very very happy new year, and
I wish you all the best and all your desires
and dream can come true. The twenty twenty three I
will be letting you know more about the new podcast
next week where they will be released on Sunday. Yes,
new podcasts, but I will tell you more about the
next week. But if you do see them, please come
and to have a listen. I think you might enjoy them.
It's worth looking at. So until next week when we
can get wild in bed for the first time in
twenty twenty three, mm hmmm, I look forward to seeing you.
This is devil and wild and always with your pleasure
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