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Speaker 1: On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed,
Speaker 1: a taboo listeners erotic fantasy. After years together, Melissa has
Speaker 1: finally found the strength to leave her partner Brandon, But
Speaker 1: on nights like this alone in a bar drinking whiskey,
Speaker 1: she wondered if it was really the right choice. But
Speaker 1: when Bricks, Brandon's best friend, appears in the bar, she
Speaker 1: has to wonder if this is just luck or is
Speaker 1: there something else a play? Hi, it's Devlin and welcome
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Speaker 1: those clothes, put your earbuds in, and just close those
Speaker 1: pretty eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice
Speaker 1: caressing over your body. And when you're ready to surrender
Speaker 1: to desire, just go ahead and take a nice deep
Speaker 1: breath and hold it for a moment and let it
Speaker 1: go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.
Speaker 1: For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you
Speaker 1: and my voice. You have decided this is your time,
Speaker 1: Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your
Speaker 1: time to explore your inner desires. As you listen to
Speaker 1: the story, I feel my voice going with you as
Speaker 1: you immerse yourself in the pleasure. Sitting at the bar,
Speaker 1: surrounded by dozens of people enjoying the end of a
Speaker 1: week on a Friday night, A Lisa felt so alone
Speaker 1: after she had left work that evening, she made a
Speaker 1: spur of the minute decision to go out for a drink. Why,
Speaker 1: she didn't know, just that she didn't want to be
Speaker 1: home alone. Instead, she was alone at a bar. She
Speaker 1: lifted her drink, a whiskey sour, to a lips. The
Speaker 1: drink slid smoothly down, telling her the bartender knew their stuff. Sighing,
Speaker 1: she saved the flavors on her tongue. Alisa barely registered
Speaker 1: someone sitting on the store beside her. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: she heard her name that she was pulled from her
Speaker 1: brooding thoughts.
Speaker 2: Lisa, is that you? She turned, her eyes widened in
Speaker 2: recognition and surprise. Bricks, Hi, I thought it was you.
Speaker 2: It's been a while, what two three years? Now? Three years?
Speaker 2: Last time I saw you was just before the divorce,
Speaker 2: the last poker knight at the house. Alisa looked down
Speaker 2: into her tumbler, unable to meet Briggs's eyes.
Speaker 1: Now.
Speaker 2: Bris was her ex husband's best friend and coworker. She
Speaker 2: had always felt comfortable around him. Unlike some of his
Speaker 2: friends and family, Briggs had always seemed too well, almost
Speaker 2: pitier at times, yet not in a way that made
Speaker 2: her feel pathetic. No, it was more along the lines
Speaker 2: of making her feel she deserved better. It's been that long,
Speaker 2: Briggs replied, sounding a bit surprised. Yeah, I'm sure you
Speaker 2: and his father friends hate me like his family does.
Speaker 2: After all, I'm the reason he left town and all.
Speaker 2: Briggs reached out and took hold of her chin, gently
Speaker 2: but firmly. He turned her head so that her eyes
Speaker 2: met his. Lisa, listen to me, you have nothing to
Speaker 2: be sorry for. You're not the one who did anything wrong.
Speaker 2: Brandon would never have treated me the way he did
Speaker 2: if I'd been enough. Stop it, you, hear me, Stop this.
Speaker 2: Brandon is the one who should apologize to you. You
Speaker 2: did not deserve to be treated the way he treated you.
Speaker 2: He's the one who fucked up, not you. Elisa could
Speaker 2: feel the tears pricking the corners of her eyes. But
Speaker 2: I was a bad wife. All I ever did was complain.
Speaker 2: I couldn't do anything right. I'm fat. Her words died
Speaker 2: on her tongue at the angry look in Bricks's hatel
Speaker 2: eyes and the low growl that escaped him. He was
Speaker 2: looking at her like well, she could not describe the look.
Speaker 2: All she did know was that no man had ever
Speaker 2: looked at her like he was. Brandon surely hadn't unless
Speaker 2: she was going crazy. He looked angry, not at her,
Speaker 2: but for her. You were a great wife. You took
Speaker 2: care of the house, made sure the bills were paid
Speaker 2: on time, did his laundry, cooked his meals, all that
Speaker 2: while working full time yourself. As for you being fat,
Speaker 2: I'm calling bullshit, he said, his barytone voice taking on
Speaker 2: an edge that she had never heard before. You were
Speaker 2: always a terrific hostess when Brandon had our poker nights
Speaker 2: or entertained. I don't know many women who would silently
Speaker 2: take Briggs broke off and took a swallow of his beer.
Speaker 2: This peeked at Liza's interest. However, what was he insinuating?
Speaker 2: Did he mean what she was thinking? He meant? She
Speaker 2: licked her lips and took a slow breath before speaking,
Speaker 2: take what bricks. His body almost shook at the breath
Speaker 2: he released, as if he was expelling all those emotions
Speaker 2: he felt. After a few heartbeats, he once more locked
Speaker 2: eyes with her. There was that look again. It shot
Speaker 2: through her as she met his gaze, waiting for him
Speaker 2: to explain the jokes, the innuendos at Brandon and some
Speaker 2: of the others made I know you had to have
Speaker 2: heard on those nights, didn't you. Eliza looked away again
Speaker 2: and nodded kind of hard not to hearing Brandon and
Speaker 2: the others laughing at me when they assumed I couldn't hear. Well,
Speaker 2: I never heard you join them, but the others that's
Speaker 2: because I would never degrade a woman that way. Eliza.
Speaker 2: I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for what, she asked, her head
Speaker 2: snapping up looking at him in the low bar light,
Speaker 2: and shock for not stopping them, not saying something to them.
Speaker 2: When he told us you filed that last night, He
Speaker 2: honestly thought you weren't serious, so did the others, But
Speaker 2: I knew better. I had watched over the years as
Speaker 2: you started getting more and more upset, though you never
Speaker 2: voiced it. Brandon would tell me this version of arguments
Speaker 2: you two had at the office, how he would blow
Speaker 2: off your feelings. He would tell me how you were
Speaker 2: just an overly emotional woman, but never looked at himself.
Speaker 2: It pissed me off. Eliza knew her eyes had to
Speaker 2: be wide now and her mouth a gape in surprise
Speaker 2: you you were pissed off for me. Bris's eyes met
Speaker 2: hers again without hesitation. He nodded, I was I still
Speaker 2: am Eliza. I'm so sorry I never said anything to
Speaker 2: stop him or the others bricks. Eliza breathed. Eliza felt
Speaker 2: her heart pounding now. Sitting there in the low light,
Speaker 2: her eyes tethered to Brix's. Those hazel eyes seemed almost
Speaker 2: ethereal in the light, boring to hers, almost as if
Speaker 2: he were silently trying to convey something that she could
Speaker 2: not decipher. Unconsciously, her tongue slipped out over her lower lip.
Speaker 2: Her body felt an electric charge she had not felt
Speaker 2: in so long, and Briggs was the cause. Slowly, Briggs
Speaker 2: lifted a hand from where he had been resting it
Speaker 2: on his thigh, almost as if reaching towards the skittish cat.
Speaker 2: He kept his movement slow as he gently cupped her cheek.
Speaker 2: The barely audible whimper she released was encouraging and hot
Speaker 2: as hell. He studied. Eliza washed her brown eyes close
Speaker 2: and her head leaned into his touch, a look of
Speaker 2: pure bliss washing over her face. It thrilled him, and
Speaker 2: he wanted to see that look on her face again.
Speaker 2: How many times over the nearly fifteen years of knowing
Speaker 2: this woman had he wanted to do this, to fill
Speaker 2: her skin against his hand, to just pull her into
Speaker 2: his arms and hold her. All those poker knights that
Speaker 2: Brandon and the others had laughed about her, talked down
Speaker 2: about her, they teased him when he would defend her,
Speaker 2: when in reality he had wanted to find her, pull
Speaker 2: her into his arms and hold her. Now he could
Speaker 2: do just that. Sitting on his barstel, Bricks reached out
Speaker 2: his other arm and pulled Eliza into him. He did
Speaker 2: not miss the way her body tensed, but that did
Speaker 2: not stop him. Gently and firmly, Bricks enveloped Eliza into
Speaker 2: his arms, her head now against his shoulder as he
Speaker 2: stroked up and down her back hesitantly. He felt her
Speaker 2: arms move and encircle him. Eliza, he breathed, unsure if
Speaker 2: she heard him him Over the dinner of the bar.
Speaker 2: Eliza's head was spinning as she sat on the edge
Speaker 2: of the barstel, being held by Bricks Cooper. Of all
Speaker 2: of Brandon's friends, this man had been the only one
Speaker 2: who made any effort to talk to her, to engage
Speaker 2: with her in any way. He had always been able
Speaker 2: to make her smile. At one time, Brandon had accused
Speaker 2: her of having a crush on him, which was true,
Speaker 2: but she only admitted that to herself. Then he would
Speaker 2: follow that up with a guy like Bricks could never
Speaker 2: want a woman like her. Emotions flooded her then, emotions
Speaker 2: she had believed were short up in her mind. Her
Speaker 2: hands clutched the cotton t shirt he wore as she
Speaker 2: buried her face into his shoulder. Her tears she had
Speaker 2: kept at bay broke free silently in this man's embrace.
Speaker 2: Those tears came on. Wanted. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away,
Speaker 2: but Briggs's arms refused to let her and only tightened
Speaker 2: around her. She felt him stroking the back of her head.
Speaker 2: I've got you now, Eliza, You're safe. Now, just let
Speaker 2: it go. Briggs whispered, ay, can you take me home? Please?
Speaker 2: Eliza requested, her voice cracking. Did you drive or took
Speaker 2: an uber Then let's get out of here, sweetheart. Sitting
Speaker 2: in the passenger seat of Briggs's truck, Eliza took several breaths.
Speaker 2: She felt horribly embarrassed at losing it there at the
Speaker 2: bar and in front of Bricks of all people. When
Speaker 2: he called her sweetheart, A delicious and forbidden shiver shot
Speaker 2: through her. What the hell was happening here between her
Speaker 2: and Bricks. You're right over there. Yeah, I'm sorry about
Speaker 2: losing it in the bar. You have no need to
Speaker 2: apologize to me. I have a feeling what happened was
Speaker 2: a long time coming, Eliza. Yes, Briggs, when was the
Speaker 2: last time someone comforted you? The question stunned her. God,
Speaker 2: when had been the last time? Brendan surely had not,
Speaker 2: not even when she lost her grandmother and mother. Oh,
Speaker 2: he had said he was sorry and went to the
Speaker 2: funerals with her, But that was all. She frowned as
Speaker 2: she thought about Briggs's question. II. God, can't even remember,
Speaker 2: Eliza managed. Briggs just hummed but said nothing further as
Speaker 2: he continued driving. Eliza sat there, looking at the window,
Speaker 2: feeling herself calming down again. When Briggs had placed her
Speaker 2: in this truck, she had not missed how effortlessly he
Speaker 2: lifted her off her feet. She knew she was no feather.
Speaker 2: Brandon constantly reminded her of the fact that, at one
Speaker 2: hundred and fifty pounds, she needed to get in better shape.
Speaker 2: It was only in the last year and a half
Speaker 2: or so she had started to become comfortable with her body,
Speaker 2: So what if she was no size too and did
Speaker 2: not weigh under one hundred and twenty pounds. Out of
Speaker 2: divorcing Brandon and getting the house in their divorce, she
Speaker 2: started to try and enjoy herself. She did the things
Speaker 2: she wanted to ate what she wanted to eat. Hell,
Speaker 2: there were still times like tonight when those doubts that
Speaker 2: Brandon had created in her mind crept in how he
Speaker 2: had been the best thing, and that no man would
Speaker 2: want a nearly forty something, chubby, lazy woman like her.
Speaker 2: She was bought out of a musing when Bricks pulled
Speaker 2: into her driveway beside her subaru. You want to come in?
Speaker 2: I kind of ruined your night out, so the least
Speaker 2: I could do is offer you a drink or something. Sure,
Speaker 2: Bricks smiled at her, the glow of the dash casting
Speaker 2: shadows over his handsome face. Before she could do more
Speaker 2: than unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door, Briggs was
Speaker 2: out of the truck and at her side. His hands
Speaker 2: were at her waist and once more effortlessly lifting her
Speaker 2: from the cab of the truck before sitting her on
Speaker 2: her feet. Eliza licked her suddenly dry lips, looking up
Speaker 2: at him. Briggs was a tall man, almost a foot
Speaker 2: taller than her, not to mention incredibly good looking and strong.
Speaker 2: He did not look his age, that was for sure. Reluctantly,
Speaker 2: she turned from him and led the way to her
Speaker 2: front door. A feeling washed over her again, the same
Speaker 2: feeling she fell to the bar when he had cupped
Speaker 2: her cheek, an awareness she had not felt before, almost
Speaker 2: like Brigs was looking over her as he followed behind her.
Speaker 2: It was quickly followed by embarrassment of that thought. No,
Speaker 2: that's ridiculous, Briggs could never see me that way. My
Speaker 2: crush is not reciprocated. Eliza chastised herself, unlocking the front door.
Speaker 2: She had only taken two steps into the entryway, barely
Speaker 2: enough to set her keys and purse on the small
Speaker 2: table before her whorl tilted on its axis. She flipped
Speaker 2: on the light. Then Brakes grabbed her, spun her and
Speaker 2: pinned her against the wall, his strong hands shackling her
Speaker 2: wrists up over her head. Eliza growled. His lips captured hers,
Speaker 2: confident demanding, his tongue slid along her lips, making her gasp.
Speaker 2: Briggs took advantage of her distraction and his tongue invaded
Speaker 2: her mouth, Swirling dancing with hers, Eliza moaned, sucking his
Speaker 2: tongue as her body came alive, her nipples diamond hard
Speaker 2: and throbbing, her pussy going molten between her legs, her
Speaker 2: whole body sizzling, knees barely supporting her bricks. We shouldn't
Speaker 2: I want you, Eliza, Briggs breathed, licking along the column
Speaker 2: of her neck. I've wanted you for years to feel
Speaker 2: you come alive for me. I want you to give in,
Speaker 2: give in to me? How fuck bricks? Your mouth Chuckling
Speaker 2: against her skin, Briggs lifted his other hand to her hip. Slowly,
Speaker 2: his hand traveled up her side, learning the curves that
Speaker 2: had haunted his dreams since he had met her. Under
Speaker 2: her skirt and blouse she wore, feeding her tremble and
Speaker 2: hearing her gasp his name up, his hand continued, reaching
Speaker 2: the curve of her breast, Needing to feel their weight
Speaker 2: in his hand, Briggs cupped her, got your breasts feels
Speaker 2: so good? Perfect fit? Yes, Brigs, Please tell me, sweetheart,
Speaker 2: have you ever thought of me, imagined me doing this?
Speaker 2: Eliza whimpert. Briggs lifted his head and looked down at
Speaker 2: the brunette he had pinned to the wall. Her eyes
Speaker 2: were closed. Open your eyes, sweetheart, languidly, her lids lifted.
Speaker 2: That's a good girl. Now answer me. Have you ever
Speaker 2: thought of me? Tell me the truth? Yeh, yes, Eliza whispered, Oh,
Speaker 2: I like that, knowing you've thought of me as I've
Speaker 2: thought of you. Her eyes widened. You you thought of me, bricks.
Speaker 2: His hand slid over the plane of her stomach and
Speaker 2: explored the inside of Eliza's thigh, massaging it firmly as
Speaker 2: his gaze burned into her eyes, his pupils dilating with
Speaker 2: a furious intensity as his fingertips caress the material of
Speaker 2: her panti's exploring her warm, dampness, teasing her desire higher.
Speaker 2: Fuck I did every time I came, He groaned as
Speaker 2: his fingers slid her panties aside and pressed inside her
Speaker 2: wet lips. Curling slowly, his fingertips caress the walls of
Speaker 2: her pussy, kissing every inch, tracing electricity through her body,
Speaker 2: his gaze burning through her mind. Eliza moaned to her
Speaker 2: pleasure as her pussy clinched tightly around his fingers, wanting
Speaker 2: to feel him deeper, needing him to fill her completely,
Speaker 2: completing her gyrating her hips, she pressed back against his hand,
Speaker 2: immersing in the sensations moving through her body, orchestrated by
Speaker 2: the perfect motion that Briggs his fingers. The pad of
Speaker 2: his thumb discovered her clint, massaging it in delightfully erotic
Speaker 2: circles as his fingertips continued to tease her pleasure, forcing
Speaker 2: her knees to buckle. Briggs his other hand pressed through
Speaker 2: her hair, holding her tightly as his lips stalked her mouth.
Speaker 2: Kissing her hungrily, he whispered, come for me, Come on
Speaker 2: my fingers, opening her eyes again, the intensity of his
Speaker 2: passion nailing her to the spot. Eliza could only ride
Speaker 2: his fingers, pushing them deeper in to her as her
Speaker 2: body tensed, clenching on to breaks his fingers. As her
Speaker 2: pleasure cascaded down her body, Breaks leaned down, kissing her
Speaker 2: once more, this time slower, sideductively. He pulled back to
Speaker 2: rest his forehead against hers. Even when I was still married,
Speaker 2: but more after my own divorce. Every time I heard
Speaker 2: Brandon talked down to you, every time I saw that
Speaker 2: hurt in your eyes, all I wanted to do was
Speaker 2: take you in my arms, make you feel everything you
Speaker 2: should be feeling, to make you tremble under my fingers,
Speaker 2: my mouth, to take you away from him. Seeing the
Speaker 2: doubt in her eyes, Briggs decided to change things up.
Speaker 2: He lowered her arms, Holding her hand, he tugged her
Speaker 2: toward the living room. Sitting on the sofa, He eased
Speaker 2: it down so she now sat on his lap. He
Speaker 2: could see that she seemed nervous at this, and he
Speaker 2: had a pretty good idea why, and immediately wanted to
Speaker 2: put her insecurities to rest. So part one of our
Speaker 2: listeners Taboo Fantasy. Yes, well, I hope you've enjoyed it,
Speaker 2: So next week part two. Now I wonder what insecurities
Speaker 2: might be there and how he's going to handle those
Speaker 2: on the sofa. Well, you'll have to tune in next
Speaker 2: week to find out. So until then, and always with
Speaker 2: your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing
Speaker 2: you salacious dreams.
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