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You're single, now you need a dog for protection, they said,
You can only be safe with a dog, they said,
But looking now at the man laying on the ground,
bleeding in the mud, the first attractive man to approach
her in so many years, and as to wonder, what's
this dog really the right choice? Hi, it's Devlin and
welcome to another episode of Wild and Bead, your destination
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So a big shout out to Gwynn for a dog
walking fantasy. Mm hmm. Now, if you want your fantasy
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in this episode's notes. So I hope you're laying on
your bed, those clothes are loosened. Mm hmmm, you just
put your ear butt in. When you're ready to surrender
the pleasure, you just go ahead and close your eyes
and just sink into the pleasure of my voice caressing
over your body. And when you're ready, just go ahead
and take a nice deep breath and hold it for
a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting
go of any tension, any stress. M hm. For the
next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
This is your time. Time to relax, Your time to
let go and hmm enjoy some sensual satisfaction. Your time
to explore your inner desires as you listen to my
voice and feel the story drifting with you. And risk
pulled back against the leather, feeling it poured heavily upon
her shoulder, her heels clacking over the pavement as Burney
dragged her through the park. It's a dog. They said,
something to protect you. Now you're single. They said something
to save you from strange men, they said, and had
to say she had never felt as concern for her
safety as she did right now as her newly acquired
one hundred and fifty pounds great Dane charged across the park.
There's no doubt he was strong enough to intimidate almost
any man. But it would be nice if they could
walk calmly and enjoy the time together, rather than careering
around the other dog walkers on the park just after
she had finished work for the day. Of course, she
could have been sensible and changed out of her work clothes,
put on some jeans, maybe in a sweatshirt. Perhaps the
office skirt, hills and stockings weren't exactly suitable dog walking attire,
But there again, she had never walked a dog in
her life, so she just didn't know. Bernie really was
the first dog she'd ever been around, and he was huge,
and now she was beginning to doubt the whole decision.
It seems so sensible. Yesterday, a squirrel launched itself across
the path. The gray streak shooting through the evening sun
is tempted too much for Bernie to ignore, as he
changed directions quickly and launched after the squirrel. Leaving Anne
rolling in the mud as she watched a great Dane
pursue the squirrel towards the tree. Cursing to herself, she
lifted herself onto her arms, growling angrily at Bernie as
he tried to climb the tree in pursuit of the squirrel.
Stupid dog, she hissed, trying to regain some dignity, a
situation not helped by the calm voice suddenly by her ear.
Oh don't be so hard on yourself, the strange man said,
as he pushed his arm under her shoulder and lifted
her to her feet. I'm guessing he's your first dog,
and you picked a big boy and just nodded her head,
aware of how stupid she must look as you tried
to brush some of the mud off her clothes. You
might find it easier with a dog like this to
distract him, rather than trying to pull him back on
the leash. Carry some cheese, chopped hot dogs, or sausages,
even in a pouch. You'll find there a magical source
of attraction for a dog like him, and started to
trudge across the park in pursuit of Bernie. She took
a moment to study the man who joined her on
her journey, realizing he was actually quite attractive with his
man bun and design a stubble, she had to admit
it had been quite some time since she had seen
anyone that really did attract her, certainly anyone who stayed
in her company for more than two minutes. Trying desperately
to remember how to do small talk with strange men,
and ventured, So what's your name? Do you have a dog? Yes?
I do, I've had them all my life. And I'm Ashley,
he said as he walked next to her across the park,
occasionally stopped his Anne stumbled in the mud, her heels
digging in a little too deep, and her you found
night in shining armor, catching her before she fell to
the ground. So what's your name and what's he called?
Ashley asked. I'm Man and he's Bernie. She said, but
I'm not sure he's going to stay being my dog.
He's just a little too difficult to control for my liking,
and said as she glared at Bernie. He was still
focused on that tree. Bernie, she called out roughly as
she approached the tree. Not willing to end his play,
Bernie ran around the tree away from her, you'll find
it easier getting him to come to you. Try to
persuade him, as she said, as he plunged his hands
into his coat pockets, retrieving a small plastic pouch and
extracting peace of sausage before holding them in his hand
and wafting them in front of Bernie. Suddenly stopping, Bernie
turned all his attention towards his hand, before leaping up
and placing two impossibly large pools on his chest, forcing
him to the ground. As Bernie foraged the strewn pieces
of sausage around his prone form, eventually triumphantly standing, Ashley
held the end of Bernie's leash as an athlete might
hold the trophy after winning a race. Anne was speechless
as she looked at the man before her. Mud dappled
his clothes and streaked his face. She suddenly realized his
jeans were torn and decorated with the red tinge of blood,
looking at his grinning face and could only think the
man was totally mad. Suddenly focused on the blood on
his jeans, Anne said in a pained whisper, but actually
you're bleeding, Watching him shrug his shouldiers as if it
was nothing something that happened every day, and was amazed
when he replied with let's get you home and we
might talk about training techniques on the way, as he
smiled at her broadly. Anne listened silently as Ashley passed
his words of wisdom, suggesting that there might be an
easier way to train a dog of Instead of putting
him on a leash and expecting him to follow wherever
she wanted to go, he seemed to be suggesting to
entice and persuade the dog, to motivate it to go
where you wanted to go, promising to show Anne what
he meant. When they got Burning back to her house,
the conversation moved to other topics, rediscovering small talk for
the first time in several years, and found herself relaxing
at long last. The drive up to her house seemed
impossibly long. For the first time. Anne opened the side
gate and released Burning into the back yard beyond. She
had to admit she felt strangely comfortable around this Ashley.
There was something truly relaxing about being in his company.
Stopping at the front door, she turned and looked at him,
trying to get the measure of what he wanted and
whether he was truly safe. She eventually said, thanks for
all your help. I'm not sure I would have got
him back without you. Pausing for a moment, her eyes
drifted over his lips and dropped over his chest, before,
without thinking, she ventured, would you like to come in
and clean up? I'm a trained nurse and I can
clean that wound up. Anne suddenly blushed as she realized
the implication of what she was suggesting. Inviting a strange
man into her house so he might clean the mud
off himself. Her mother would have been pulled. Ashley paused
for a moment, his mouth moving silently as he considered
her offer, before he finally said, that would be great,
Thank you, Anne. Opening her front door, she slowly ushered
him in as she slipped her shoes off and walked
gingly across the corridor in her stockinged feet, following him behind.
Ashley slipped his shoes off at the front door and
left them next door hands before following her into the kitchen,
the slate floor, feeling cold beneath his feet and sending
a shiver through his body. Filling a bowl of warm
water and passed Ashley a cloth towel and soap as
she said, that will help you make a start. Looking
down at the terror in his jeans edged with blood,
she said, that could get nasty if we don't clean it.
Let me get my first day kit and then you
can tell me all about doctrine. Ashley's face was reddened
when she returned by the rough polish of the cloth,
his head disheveled as he tied it back into the
man bun once again, and grinned as she watched him
desperately trying to clean the mud off his shirt. There
was something about every male of the species that when
they came into contact with mud, they reverted to being
seven years old. Anne pulled up a seat in front
of him and then put the first aid kit on
the counter, taking out the antiseptic wipe before inspecting the
wound on his leg and touching to herself. This might
sting a little bit, she whispered as she took the
antiseptic wipe and pressed it against the open wound, listening
to him hiss and discomfort as she cleaned it. So
tell me about this training, she whispered, as her fingers
moved art over his thigh. Ashley looked down as he
watched her sat in front of him, her fingers tracing
gently across his skin, taking his mind elsewhere, Suddenly shaking
his head to wake himself as he said, yes, training.
The idea is to distract them before it becomes an issue.
Give them something better to focus on, something that will
get their juices flowing. Geeze, sausages, hot dogs, anything like that.
To make sure they are focused on you, his voice said,
slightly rushed and distracted. Continuing to watch Anne as she
cleaned his leg, Ashley immersed himself in the sensation of
her fingers exploring his skin, his body beginning to respond
behind the type denim, a gentle tenting evidence to swollen
desire through being just inches from her fingers. Remember I'm
a nurse, she said, as her eyes drifted up, holding
Ashley's gaze. I know all sorts of things about a
man's body, beyond a professional training, of course, she whispered,
as she rubbed her fingertip over the swollen denim, tormenting
his desire burning underneath, slowly releasing his buckle, the heat
of his erection already burned close to her lips, his
swollen need throbbing with lust as She gently eased it
free from his shorts, sliding her fingers down his shaft.
Her eyes focused upwards, holding his gaze seductively as she whimpered,
So is that what you do to all the women?
You tempt them with something they truly want? She said,
smiling coolly, as her tongue teased along his swollen tip.
Did you tear your jeanes deliberately, Ashley, so I would
clean the wound? And notice how beautiful your cock is?
His hand stretched behind his body and clutched at the
kitchen worktop for some sort of sanity and stability, Azan
immersed herself in the sensation of feeling him filling her mouth,
her tongue dancing around his length, enticing him to swell harder.
Anne's fingers explored between his thighs, clutching his balls tightly
as she massaged them, pressing them between her fingers, forcing
his cock to swell even harder. As her teeth dragged
along his length, humming gently as she indulged herself in
taking his complete length to the back of her throat.
His lips were bonding. He pressed his cock deeply into
her throat, an urgency filling his body as he whispered
with a guttural overtone, Fuck it, woman, I want to
make your ice sparkle with the tip of my cock,
caressing your throat, his fingers grasping through hand's hair. He
lifted her from his seat and flipped her around, her
stomach pressed against the work surface as he bent her over,
pressing her breast onto the cold surface and lifting her
mudded skirt, exploring the damp material of her panties, tormenting
her sex with broad strokes of his fingers, his other
hand reaching for the dog leaf discarded on the counter,
Grasping it, he brought it sharply across the naked skin
of her butt, the loud caress of the leather echoing
through the kitchen. Fuck. She moaned loudly as the leather
bitter naked skin, leaving its red kissmear across her cheeks,
before the warm glow of the pleasure followed quickly behind,
stimulating every nerve in her body as it grasped unforgivingly
on her sex, torturing her click with waves of beautiful,
stinging pleasure as it throbbed intensely. Again, he stroked her
body with the dark kiss of the leather, its vicious bite,
taking every nerve to the very edge before drowning them
in a sea of dark lust. Again, she moaned loudly,
cursing the pleasure, cursing Ashley, how good it felt to
have that vicious snake bite against her naked ass. Her
hips pressed against the work surface, squirming under his touch
as his fingers gripped her wrist tightly and held her
onto the kitchen counter. Suddenly, his breath caressed her ears,
the heat of his words raising her desire as lust
that dripped from his lips. Fuck, Han, your ass looked
so fucking good when I've spanked it. You know your
pussy is ripping wet, And just nodded as her fingernails
clutched at the counter, her hips pressing back to feel
his erection burning against her, his cock twitching aggressively as
he trembled with need, a desire for Anne she had
forgotten she could incite. I need to see her eyes, Anne,
ash whispered as he spun around the kitchen counter, his
fingertips grasping her thighs as he pulled her against him.
Her legs spun around him, and she felt his cock
against her. Their gazes held as she reached between them,
Pulling her panties to one side. She teased the tip
of his cock against her horns as they kissed each other, hungry,
their tongues entwired in the heat of their passion, exchanging
their breasts as she guided him between her wet lips
with stretch for pussy as it consumed his swollen length,
sucking at every inch as it thrust inside her. A
gentle rhythm building becoming more as the kiss of his
erection caressed the walls of her pussy, inviting her further, harder, deeper,
her fingers running roughly through his hair, releasing his man
bun as her sex clutched along his length, angling her
pussy just so as he thrust even deeper, his cock
swelling inside her and bunched his hair and her fingers,
pulling it into a tight knot as her lips. As
her lips burned over his thrust after thrust, invading every
cell of her body as a tip of his cock
tormented the trembling walls of pussy. Clutching at his back,
Anne's nails dug into his skin, pulling him closer with
a demonic urgency, the fire to fill his cum inside her,
to feel its warm kiss along her thigh. Again, they kissed,
exchanging their breaths as Anne's teeth pulled on his lips,
sharing her desire as she pushed her pussy back harder
against his length, im paining herself deeper to satisfy this need. Viciously,
her hips thrust against his cock, forcing him even deeper, harder. Already,
her body trembled with pleasure, her ache growing as her
sex clutched at his length, willing him to come, Squeezing
at him tightly to feel the heat of his pleasure.
Her hands reached down behind him and clutched his buttons
tightly as she pulled him harder against her, the growing
tension in his body stoking her desire, her need for satisfaction.
Ashley's hand reached behind him, pulled her hips against him,
the swollen caress of his arousal bracing along her clip Hungrily.
His mouth found her neck, dragging the edge of his
teeth across her skin as his cock throbbed inside her,
the heat of his breath fired with desires of fingernails
grasped at his ass, desperate for satisfaction. He moaned her
name against her neck as his cock finally erupted inside her,
filling her with the warm caress of his pleasure, erupting
her own satisfaction that echoed through her body. Clutching against him,
she could deny her orgasm no longer as she sank
into the depths of her lust, moaning his name as
her body trembled with after shots of mutual pleasure. The
gentle waves of aftercloth trembled through their bodies, each of
them reluctant to release the other swamped with pleasure, enjoying
the sensation of being entwined so deeply intimately. The two
of them giggled gently against each other's lips, against their necks,
the pleasure of feeling their self laughter moving through his clock,
caressing every inch of her pussy, somehow accentuating the satisfaction
between them. So that's how you get their attention, Anne ventured,
But how do you make them sit? Ashley just laughed
against her neck, his giggles creating a fresh wave of
aftershocks to move through her body, trembling with perpetual pleasure.
How about I show you that next time, he whispered.
So I hope you enjoyed that little fantasy, don't forget
if you have a fantasy. If you have a then
email me defline wildibed dot com. Don't be shy now,
I'm sure I can come up with something to satisfy
your rich So next week we're going to do something
different and yet familiar. I'm not going to tell you
a lot more because it's it's experimental, So join me.
This is going to be different. Um, you probably want
to put some times out for this one. This isn't
this isn't one just to listen to in the car
or you know, on the on the commute into work.
So I look forward to you joining me then. So
until then and always with your pleasure in mind. Hm hmmm.
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