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your deepest desires. So let's begin, shall we. On this
episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bed, Carla starts
to discover the kinkier side of her nature through an
online chat room. Divorced and lonely, the relationship with her
children seemingly cold and distant since the separation, Carlo turns
to an adult chat room for company, where she begins
to explore are secret desires. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome
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just put those earbuts in and close your eyes, surrendering
to the pleasure of my voice caress over your body.
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moving of your body. Carlo woke up early that morning
to the familiar sense of fried bacon and freshly brewed coffee,
lingering from previous practice memories of happier time spent with
a now in strange husband and enjoying the company of
her kids once again. As the rays of dawn streamed
through the small window of her humble, suburban bungalow, she
took comfort in the war and wooden furniture and threadbare carpet,
surrounded by handcrafted keepsakes passed down through generations. This house
once stood strong against adversities, but recent years have left
marks evident within every crack and crevice of its walls.
The silence was deafening at times, even more so since
the break up of her marriage. Although the children were
with her most of the time, they seemed indifferent about
the divorce at best, and at times even supportive and
protective towards their father. Karla felt unseen, her feelings hidden
behind layers of love and obligation. Something inside her yearned
for validation, for intimacy beyond relationship boundaries. It wasn't just loneliness.
It went deeper than what mere human touch could cure.
Carla sought solace wherever she could find it, scrolling through
Facebook pages looking for distractions amongst friends and acquaintances. Eventually,
she stumbled on an unexpected suggestion. Desert deserts. A mysterious
adult chat room filled with people eager to explore their
deepest desires in their mature years. Carla took a breath,
the whisper of anticipation at the thought of stepping into
these foreign waters, concerned it would only leave her feeling
vulnerable and exploited. However, curiosity had always been a driving
force throughout her life. Perhaps taking risks would lead it
back into a path towards happiness once more. Swart's got
your attention, pawn, her son equipped, jokingly, raising an eyebrow
as he glanced over Carla's shoulder. Hey, no need to
be embarrassed, he smiled, reassuringly, attempting to diffuse the situation.
Mimi merely shrugged dismissively, without lifting her gaze from her
phone screen, maintaining her air of detachment deep down, though
she too was curious. Carla took a long look at
her son, amused. She noticed how much Nick resembled his father. Tall,
with broad shoulders, full head of dark hair, his eyes
radiated intelligence and wit. On the other hand, Mimi bore
an almost identical likeness to herself. Both were beautiful, young
adults growing up under the weight of circumstances, beyond their control.
Maybe they weren't. Indeed, after all, perhaps there was a
hope for them all to find peace together. I thought
you had an evening class tonight, Carla asked her son,
a smile on her face. I too, I just came
back to change first and grab a quick bite, Nick explained,
grabbing a wrapviously made sandwich and a drink from the refrigerator.
Unless you wanted me to make a pit stop at
Dad's new place, Nick quipped, instantly regretting it. The conversation
suddenly turned awkward, leaving both him and Carla momentarily tongue tied.
They sat quietly around the kitchen table, sipping their drinks
in discomfort. Carla couldn't help her feel guilty for putting
her son through such an uneasy change. She knew how
sensitive he was regarding matters over his parents' separation. Eventually,
Mimi decided to changed the subject altogether, asking her brother
lecture or lab? Ugh, Oh, evenings are always lectures history
of computer science tonight, Nick said, eagerly, grabbing the life
preserver her sister just threw him. They never allow labs
at night. That would be way too much fun. He chuckled.
The atmosphere began to lighten again, allowing room for discussion
and laughter. The siblings teased their mother playfully, banishing some
of the early attention from the room. Carla appreciated her
children's sense of humor. Despite the challenges they faced daily,
Their ability to joke in the spirits built some semblance
of normalcy back into her heart, albeit temporarily. While watching
her offspring engaging carefree exchanges, Carla secretly wondered if joining
desert desserts might provide similar relief. Albeit fleeting. Finishing his sandwich,
Nick grabbed his backpack and drank and leaned toward the
door and said, well, time for glass. I have to
go as well. Mimi added. Goodbye Mum, she said as
she kissed Carla on the right cheek, then stared daggers
at Nick. Oh, go goodbye mum too, Nick stammered, leaning
in to kiss his mother on the left cheek. The
gesture was brief and held little meaning compared to the
powerful connection they used to share before the divorce. Nevertheless,
it offered Carla a glimpse of nostalgia, bringing back memories
of happier times. As they walked out, the front door.
Carla watched them walk away, their silhouettes gradually dissolving into
the distance with bittersweet undertones. She closed the door behind
them and prepared herself for an another solitary evening. Sitting
alone in the living room, dressed only in her cozy pajamas,
her mind drifted to the idea of exploring dessert deserts.
The more she contemplated it, the more fascinating and enticing
the prospect became. At least, it would give her a
chance to connect with others on the level she hadn't
experienced in quite some time. Besides, she reasoned, nothing ventured,
nothing gained. Carla took another deep breath and held it
as she completed the registration, amazed by the number of
bits of information they needed just for some adult conversation. Finally,
the only remaining thing left was her profile, something she
surprisingly hadn't been prepared for. After signing up and selecting
a username Curves and Conversations, she uploaded pictures of herself
taking several years ago, showing off her voluptuous frame. These
were carefully chosen, displaying her confidence and sensuality rather than
her age. Finally, she wrote an inviting message to potential partners,
highlighting her interest seeking someone kind, honest, and equally adventurous.
Feeling like she had accomplished something, Carla pressed to submit
button impatiently waited for responses. An hour passed and she
had nothing to show for it her notification and view
account bosio. Frustrated and disheartened, Carla considered abandoning the site entirely.
Just as she reached for her laptop to shut it down,
a new message popped up. Why there would you like
a couple of tips? Carla hesitated, briefly, uncertain, but compelled
by the sudden interest. After all, she figured, why shouldn't
she take advantage of the opportunity provided Maybe finding someone
on here wouldn't be so bad after all, so she
replied with caution, typing very slowly to remove any typos. Hello,
nice to hear from you. Yes, please send me those tips.
My name is Carla. By the way, I appreciate your help.
Thank you, she typed, hitting enter with the mix of
apprehension and anticipation. Immediately, a private chat windowed opened up,
displaying a stranger's name alongside hers. An answer pop back,
No problem, first thing, we should talk about is a camera.
As a broadcaster, it helps to turn it on. It
read with a wink emoji. But I'm not a broadcaster,
Carla responded tentively, somewhat puzzled by the request. Then, in horror,
Carla looked at her account's settings and realized that somehow
her subscription changed and she unwillingly transformed into a broadcast model.
This wasn't supposed to happen, especially considering her reluctance to
appear live on camera. Her anxiety heightened as she frantically
tried to disable the feature, hoping no one else could
see her. Meanwhile, her partner kept offering helpful suggestions, trying
to put her at ease. Carla felt increasingly self conscious
and exposed. She started thinking about closing the tab, immediately
escaping this unfamiliar world forever. No, please don't. Her response
popped up, as if answering Carla's saults, if you look
anywhere close to the pictures you posted, then you would
be doing this sight of service by being a broadcaster.
This strange continued to persuade her, insisting that seeing a
real person made the whole experience more authentic. Reluctantly, Carla agreed,
knowing that it was at least a positive option available.
As she activated the webcam, she glanced nervously at the mirror,
taking deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Once the
video feed went live, she found herself acutely aware of
her surroundings. The cluttered bookshelf behind her, the scuff marks
on the wallpaper, all aspects reflecting her harsh reality. Wow,
just wow. Her computer popped in response to Carla's camera
feat never doubt yourself like that again. Improvements do need
to be made, but not in your natural looks. Before
Carla could respond to the flattery, the pop of another
message came in. Oh and Hi, I'm Max. The mysterious
helper introduced himself, his voice coming through the speakers. The
image displayed a young man with a muscular build, sporting
a full bush of black hair that cascaded over his shoulders.
His eyes were piercing, capturing Carla's gaze effortlessly, Although slightly intimidating,
Carla took comfort in the fact that this individual seemed
to possess an insight she sought. His voice was warm
and calm, caressing her body with every word without hesitation.
She asked him what other improvements she could make to
maximize her appeal without skipping a beat, Max suggested, as
she changed from the pajamas as it hid too much
of her. Surprised by his honesty but grateful for his candle,
Carla loosened the buttons on her pajama top, exposing her
collar bones. She smiled sheepishly into the camera. Is this better,
she whispered softly. Definitely, now I can admire your curves
and features more easily. Oh wait, sorry, that sounded wrong.
Let me rephrase your appearance, including your lovely rack, Max said,
gesturing towards Carla's chest with a smile. Feeling for stray.
Feeling flustered and aroused simultaneously, Carla let out a shaky giggle.
Thank you, but please call me Carla, she requested, wanting
to establish an informal tone. Max nodded, knowingly, acknowledging her
desire for closeness outside the virtual sphere. Okay, Carla, here's
my suggestion. In terms of the lighting, try turning off
all the lights except one dim lamp near the bed.
This will create a warm ambience and set the perfect mood.
Carla followed Max's guidance, making sure to strike the ideal
balance between light and shadow and clothes wise. Max paused
thoughtfully observing Karla's dress. How about you wear something flowy,
preferably white, and let it drape elegantly over your curves.
It will accentuate your assets without restricting movement, Max explained,
with authority Listening closely, Karla wondered whether he had a
background in fashion design or modeling. She decided to follow
his advice, slipping on a loose fitted nightgown away from
the camera. Upon looking at herself in the mirror, she
couldn't believe the transformation. With renewed confidence and determination, she
returned to the chat box. Perfect choice, you look stunning,
and remember communication is crucial. Be bold and express your
desires directly, Max complimented. Carla Blush Crimson under the glow
of the lone lamp, Feeling the heat radiate through a
body Nervously, she cleared her throat and began speaking with
a sense of urgency. So ah, how exactly does one
go about initiating a session? Just say what you want,
be clear and assertive about your intentions, Max instructed, matter
of factly. Karl nodded, gaining confidence from his straightforward demeanor.
What turns you on most in times of intimacy? What
specific desires do you enjoy? Carla hesitated before replying, I
think we're both adults here, so I guess I can
tell you that kissing passionately and intimacy starting slow and
building intensity gradually, and I love receiving oral sex. She
mentioned her sek's reddening ever so slightly. That sounds fantastic.
How about incorporating a little bondage, Max proposed nonchalantly. Carla
felt her pulse quickened at the prospect of experience true
intimate pleasure. However, she remained guarded, unsure whether she truly
trusted this complete stranger enough to indulge in such kinks.
Boldened by Max's encouragement, Carla eventually mustered the courage to
admit her curiosity about experimenting with bondage. Though initially hesitant,
Max assured her that they would progress slowly, giving ample
time for Carla to adapt and explore boundaries safely. As
she listened to his words, drifting over her immersing her
mind in a world of suggested fantasy, of yet unknown
desires and satisfaction, Karla found herself sinking into the sound
of his voice, the gentle vibrations that danced over her body.
Staring at the screen, she lost herself in his profile picture,
just for a moment, wondering how it might be to
feel his hands, his fingers slowly moving over her body,
To feel him artfully caressing the soft curves of her neck,
A shudder around through her body, a sudden a growing
between her thighs she had forgotten for so long, without thinking,
her fingertips caressed the soft skin of her neck, dragging
her warm glows slowly over her shoulders, caressing the gentle
curves underneath her nightgown. There was something almost hypnoi at
this man, Something about his voice that moved through her
body lulled her into her deepest passions without trying. The
sensations that gripped her body only accelerated as Carla realized
how swollen her nipples were just from the thought of
its hands over her shoulders, slipping her night dress over
her naked skin. Gasping from a mixture of desire and
surprise at how strong the passion gripped Carla's mind, she
wondered how it would fail to feel his arms around her,
lifting her from her seat and bending her over the
dressing table, letting her rope fall to the side and
exposing her wet desire. Biting her lips. As her passion grew,
her hand drifted naturally between her thighs, stroking the swollen
mound of her pussy. The electricity passing through a clif
vibrated with the dark intensity, and she swore she could
feel the tip of his cock teasing at her pussy,
the throbbing head of his manhood pressing between her folds.
As she washed his face in the mirror, his gaze
intensified with pleasure, with lust, with the need to fuck
her deeply. Carla's fingers explored deep inside her own pussy,
tracing the line of his cock, feeling her lips swollen
around him as he thrust even deeper, his fingernails digging
into her ass, pulling her back against him. As he
tightened along her body. Her thumb rubbed her clip roughly
as she felt him swell inside her, the tip of
his cock kissing along the walls of her pussy, the
warm heat of every inch of his erection caressing her
sex in the most intimate way. Her fingers tormented her
clip roughly as the long length of his cock continued
to fuck her even deeper. Carl looked up into the
mirror and saw the intensity in his eyes. The swemming
grew within her body as she gripped at the table,
her pussy clutching along his cock, squeezing at its. The
pleasure only continued to grow. She tried to control it,
tried to hold herself on the edge, but it had
been so long the attempt was futile as her body
collapsed into the ravine of pleasure, her orgasm cascading down
through every nerve, every cell, as her body trembled in
a wave of satisfaction. Slowly her breathing returned to normal,
the trembles moving through a body subsiding into a warm
after glow. Karla stared at the screen and realized it
was blank. She called out Max, are you there? And waited,
hoping for a response. So what happened to Max? Where
did he go? Was he ever there at all? Well?
To answer these questions and dive deeper into Carla's desires,
you will have to tune in next week. So until then,
and always with your pleasure in mind, This is devil
and wild, wishing you salacious dreams. Attempted m