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Stories from Wild in Bed, Part three of our paranormal
second chance sexy romance, exploring some darker and deeper fantasies.
For one brief moment, Tessa thought Finn was there. For
one moment, she thought she could save him. For one moment,
she thought he was back with her. But after that moment,
all hope has gone. Doubt fills her mind as her
heart breaks all over again. Is she going mad? Has
the loss of Finn caused her to lose her sanity
as well? But when a strange sign turns up on
the beach, is this proof of her sanity or is
it just another thing to drive out of her mind? Hi,
here's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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So Part three, Yeah, this is where it starts, getting
a little darker, a little deeper. Just in case you're
wondering where that was coming from and a little more
paranormal ided like saving it, just building that anticipation, don't
you now, I hope you're laying on your bed, your
earbuds are in those clothes loosened, or even better, laying
on the floor. Just go ahead and close your eyes
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over you.
When when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go
ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold for
a moment and let it go with the side, letting
go of any tension, any stress. For the next thirty
minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This
is your time, your time to relax, time for said
or satisfaction, in your time to explore your inner desires.
Did you listen to my voice and feel it go
with you as you immerse yourself into Night's story. Test
dropped to her knees as soon as she reached the spot,
their spot, the very same spot they had consummated their
relationship all those years ago, her tears masked by the
veil of rain, her arms aching to hold him, reaching
down into the tide, the seaweed drifted across her arms.
Seaweed it had only been seaweed. She was so sure
she couldn't believe it wasn't him. She'd seen him ready.
Fragile grip on sanity seemed to be slipping away even further.
The seaweed fell from her fingers, like her sanity, into
the depths of the water. The stinging torrent of rain
washed her tears down her cheeks. So lost, so alone,
raising the seaweed once more to the skies, not sure
if in offering or desperation, test cright. Please bring him back,
let me hold him, just once more. The pain echoed
through her heart, breaking it once again, just like it
had that night the police had called to her door,
A vivid memory she relived every day. Every day it
happens again, every day she looks into those officers eyes,
knowing from that very first moment, knowing that she had
just lost her world. She really couldn't remember anything after
just that moment when she knew her life as it
was was over. She had no idea how long the
sedation lasted. She was so lost, so confused. Lying in
the hospital bed, it seemed to be like days before
she could string a sentence together. The nurses were kind
gently feeding her small snippets of information about what had
actually happened that night, how she'd collapsed into a heap,
how she wouldn't leave the house in case Finn came back,
how she didn't believe a word anybody said, and how
she attacked the officer. Now they had to sedate her
to stop her causing herself harm. Like watching a vague
dream through a veil on a foggy day. She could
sort of see it, but it was so unclear, and
right now that feeling of confusion was coming back with
full force. She felt her heart dropped through her stomach.
The confusion fluttered her mind once again, not being able
to accept or understand what was happening. Once again, her
world collapsed in and she really couldn't see a way
to rebuild it, this time engulfed by a hurricane of voices,
the deafening noise just added to Tessa's confusion. She needed
to escape, to get away. She couldn't take this again.
The ground disappeared beneath her, the noise engulfing her completely,
drowning her in a maelstorm of sound carried away on
some unseen tide, floating drifting her arms, her legs, she
could no longer feel her mind. She could no longer
feel as if watching herself from afar. Like the rhythm
of the tide, she could feel herself floating up and down,
moving without control, without choice, landing in some unseen place.
Softness embraced her. I felt familiar, yet so strange at
the same time, a place she should know already, maybe
maybe somewhere she had just forgotten. Drifting even further down
into this deafening haze, all her senses left her behind,
the hurricane of sounds, slowly muted to silence. I will
catch you when you fall, Finn's voice echoed in her head,
those tones resonating somewhere deep inside her whole body, electrified
with anticipation as his voice traveled right down to her core,
her heart, her soul, memories flooding back as she felt
his arms around her, holding her so close as they
drifted to sleep, safe with each other. Darkness moved over
Tess's body, caressing her, seducing her into the welcoming embrace
of sleep, to this place where she could see Finn again.
The gentle rise and fall of her chest softened as
she succumbed, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of anticipation and need.
Somewhere out there, far beyond the darkness that embraced her,
test could hear his voice calling her, as she had
heard so many times, in fact, every night since he
lured her into her dreams, sinking into that place only
only to the two of them. The gentle caress of
his beard brushed her neck, the warmth of his breath
creating an avalanche of goosebumps to cascade down her body.
The thought, the dream, or whatever the fuck it was,
aroused her like no other, beautiful ways of relaxation and desire,
engulfing her body in the unique combination that she had
only experienced with Finn, either through his words, his touch,
his lips, or his heart, or just his presence, and
drifting even further, sinking into that darkness, willing herself forward
into the block black of this Somewhere in the back
of her mind, her voice cried out. The words were
confused and barely audible. Then again, she really didn't care.
Only one thing mattered right now, to be back with
Finn forever. His eyes had always twinkled. People said it
was his mischievous spirit showing itself his approach to life
had always been fun. Life is too serious. There's no
reason for us to make it anymore. So he would
laugh and smile. Even silly things became a source of
amusement for them. Eventually, even if Tess saw his name
on her phone, she would just smile. Something about that
man and the glint in his eyes made her happy
to her very core. And those dark eyes were there
in the darkness. So much love, so much caring. Just
one look at those eyes and she knew she was wanted, desired.
His words moving across her inside of her, that same
feeling swamped over Tess again, touching every nerve, every cell,
every fiber of her body. She wanted those moments again.
She'd lost them all. She kneeded them back. God knows
she needed Finn. She just wished she'd told him more often.
Her biggest regret was to fight they had before he left,
never to return. The pain sounds of her voice as
he walked out of the door still echoed in her mind,
the sound of the door slamming shut, the deafening silence
that confirmed her prerogatory. After she couldn't remember what it
was about, something dumb, no doubt, something unimportant, Feeling herself full.
Even further somewhere back in the distance, far back, Test
could feel the gentle sting of a tear down her cheek.
The pain she still felt every day manifested in that
one tear, as if that single tear drop somehow carried
all the weight of her sorrows. Falling into his arms,
home again safe, releasing a deep sigh, alas the world
behind us seemed to be gone, She was free, surrendering
to the darkness in front of her, to thin to
his arms, his love forever. His body pressed tightly against her,
the beat of his heart pulsed against her cheek, caress
that echoed her breath. Wrapping her arms around him, she
squeezed him as tightly as she could possibly manage, not
wanting to let go of him now or ever. Looking
up into the warm passion that burned in his dark eyes,
Tess could only manage a week smiled before asking is
it really you? Finn just nodded and smiled as he
ran his fingers roughly through her hair. Somehow, the desperate
need to confirm reality grasped her mind. To consummate the
relationship in this new place, Tess fumbled his belt buckle,
loosening his pants and letting them fall to a crumpled
pile around his ankles. Her hands moved down his body,
sliding over his growing erection along his length. Test closed
her eyes and immersed herself in the pleasure of feeling
him aroused again, the sensation of him throbbing against her fingers,
forcing a moan from her own lips. Rubbing the pad
of her thumb and slowly over his tip. The tremble
that vibrated in his cock reflected through her body, making
a bee line for her clip, gripping him tighter. The
memories of their mutual pleasure flooded her mind, playing back
the intense experiences they shared. Lowering her head, her lips
teased the tip of his cock, sliding slowly up and down,
her wet tongs circling him before her mouth took his
length come, before her mouth took his length completely. Test
hum gently enjoying the sensation of his erection, swelling harder
in her mouth. Sliding back up his body, her fingers
pressing over his chest, feeling his muscles tightened under her caress,
Tess looked deep into his eyes. I want you like
we did in Paris, She whispered, the coded message, understood
by both of them. Finn's eyes glowed with a passion
as he reached down, lifting Test's skirt before grasping her
ass tightly and lifting her bodily up to him until
their chest pressed together. Tess wrapped her legs around his waist,
pivoting on his hips as she guided his hard cock
to the entrance of her sex. Finn's biceps slackened a little,
allowing Tests to be impaled along his length. The intensity
of the sensation pressed her mouth against his shoulder, biting,
raising her again. Finn's cock pressed even deeper, stretching her lips,
filling her completely. Repeatedly, she pounded onto his cock, deep
and hard, her fingernails digging into his back, her pussy
swelling around him, gripping him. Finn's moans of desire burned
in her ears, his growing passion vibrated in his voices.
He growled, come for me. Tests. Her body needed no
other request, no other command, as her orgasms spiraled through
every cell, engulfing her senses. The warm sensation of Finn's
pleasure erupted inside her, holding her tightly, his body posted
with aftershocks as waves of desire moved between them. Slowly,
the two moving as one, they lowered down into the darkness.
Tess was content to just be in Finn's arms again,
happy to face whatever the darkness may hold, as long
as she faced it with Finn. A shock of sunlight
woke Tess up. Bright beams burned into her eyes. Dazed,
she wondered if she had forgotten to close the blinds.
Stunned and robbed of her vision for a moment, she
couldn't recognize where she was. Her stomach tensed with nervous anticipation.
Something was wrong. She shouldn't be here, She should be
with Finn. He was there, She was there. Why did
they have to bring her back? Slowly, her eyes grew
accustomed to the right night, and then a wave of
sadness flooded over her. She'd lost Finn again, so close.
Her senses returned as she shifted on the familiar yet
strange bed, the one test hardly ever slept in. Rubbing
tears from her eyes, she glanced back at the clock.
She had never changed it for a twenty four hour setting,
which was Finn's preference, so it always took her a
moment to work out the real time. Fourteen o four,
so that's gone two in the afternoon. Memories drifted back,
but she couldn't figure out for the life of her
why she was lying in her bed. A sudden dread
flooded over her. Checking under the comforter, she relaxed, still dressed. Downstairs,
sounded choir. Someone must have shut up the cafe after
she'd run out into the rain. A lot of things
could be said about the people around here, but they
were impeccably honest. Somewhere in the distance, tescateer voices, lots
of voices, and maybe a siren given her a current state,
and that was going to take a little working up
to to find out what was going on. Slipping her
feet onto the floor, the gentle caress of age floorboards
caressed her naked cells as she walked toward the window,
gazing out. There was something happening on the beach. A
large group of people had gathered, mostly regulars by the
looks of it, obviously trying to find some beachside entertainment
while the cafe was closed. Mind was always a battlefield
of curiosity and self preservation, but right now curiosity was
getting the better of her. Maybe she had actually seen
Finn and it wasn't just her imagination running wild. Slipping
a pair of shoes on, she gingerly made her way
to the top of the steps. Old Ron was there waiting.
Tess had no idea how old he was. He'd been
old wrong when she was a kid and she reckoned.
He'd probably be at her funeral. What happened, ron, Ah boody,
Good to see you up and about. We were getting worried.
Is after the storm blew out yesterday and they're still
discussing what left the marks on the beach? Test mentally
backed up for a moment. The storm blew out yesterday,
so then today no longer Monday? Ron? What day is it? Wednesdays? See? Okay,
that took some adjusting to what marks are those? Ron?
Best you go look for yourself. I think they might
be very interesting to you. Old Ron was legendary for
his stories. For a tot of rum, he would rege,
you would tells of the sea for hours. Well, his
preferences run, but any alcoholic beverage would do. Of course,
no one could confirm if the stories were true or not.
Old Ron seemed to move between a drunken stupor and
insanity with the worrying ease. In his brief moments of lucidity,
his eyes came to life, and the magic seemed to
be around him. These were rare but worth their wait gold,
so any story he told you had to take with
a pinch of salt. Of course, the tourists loved it
and him, and they would always buy him a drink
or two. The steps down to the beach were still
dripping in rain, making them slippy underfoot. Carefully, Test edged
her way to the bottom, hiding towards the bag to
be unnoticed. She really was feeling too frail for people
bothering her, But no luck, Test, Good to see you up.
How are you feeling? The unmistakably cheerful tones of rick
Emery rang out across the beach, causing everyone else to
look around in her direction. All tesk of manage was
a gentle wave and a nod to indicate that she
was alive and not, contrary to popular opinion, a zombie.
Edging her way through the crowd, Tess tried to fight
the epicenter of interest. Deep trenches sunk into the sand,
ate from what she could tell. Turning to Rick, who
couldn't let the opportunity go to waste of talking to
someone when they wanted to be quiet. So is this
the crop circle brigade? Branching out? Who hostess these marks
were here yesterday after the storm? His face darkened, eyes narrowing,
as if to invite her into some unwelcome conspiracy. The
strangest thing, though, is up on the cliffs by your cafe,
they found blood, not a lot, but some enough to
be concerned about whoever had left it, he said, lowering
his voice to a whisper. They found seaweed, a lot
of sea weed. Not your normal seaweed either, deep sea seaweed. Okay,
Tests thought, I thought I was the one losing my sanity,
but it's in fact the rest of the world's gone
mad in my absence, Rick. The seaweed would have been
blown up by the storm. The blood is probably some
unfortunate selm that got washed back out to sea again,
Tests sighed dismissively. That's a hundred foot top. There never
known the ways to get that high, he replied, obviously
resolute on the alien conspiracy theory he had in mind.
I'm sure it happens, we just don't notice because we're
safely locked up in our houses. That's all, Tess replied,
her mind in no state for these conspiracy theories. What
about the trenches in rick cast Re love to give
up on this, Tests had to admit they were difficult
to explain. It was almost as if a giant had
been pulled out to sea, dragging at the beach by
his fingernails to try and save himself. Of course, that
would have to be a giant with eight fingers, though
presumably in a moment of panic through seaweed at rocks.
Shaking her head, this was all a bit too much
for her after she'd just woken up following two days
of unconsciousness. Test needed coffee, strong coffee, and plenty of it.
Behind her, A gentle chorus began, as if the sea
was beginning to speak. As it got louder, she realized
it couldn't be the sea unless the sea had a
desperate urge for freshly crowned coffee and a muffin. Yes,
I will in the cafe, just give me fifteen minutes.
Test said. They exasperated, absolutely no peace, she thought, so yes,
we're starting to play with the darker elements of the story. Now,
so what are those tracks on the beach? Is test
losing her mind? Is this all her imagination? Well you'll
just have to tune in next week to find out more.
So until next time when we can get wild in
bed all over again. This is devil in wild and
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