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Speaker 1: the Wolfman, whispered to me as I lay on his bed,
Speaker 1: a place I hadn't been during my previous visit to
Speaker 1: his lair. I felt like he was letting me in closer,
Speaker 1: making me more eager to comply with this request. I
Speaker 1: need you to sniff this, he said, holding a tube
Speaker 1: of liquid in front of my nose. Make sure to
Speaker 1: take a big whiff. Whatever hurt your feeling, this will
Speaker 1: make it feel better instantly. You're almost ready, he said
Speaker 1: with a smile as he took off his shirt. I
Speaker 1: can feel your eagerness to explore the vast world that
Speaker 1: awaits you. I felt a growing wetness between my legs
Speaker 1: as I anticipated what was about to come. I for
Speaker 1: sure thought he was finally going to give me what
Speaker 1: I desired. But the last thing I remember before blacking
Speaker 1: out was him looming over me. This blackout was more
Speaker 1: intense than the other one. My whole life was flashing
Speaker 1: before me. The trip that I had before I didn't like,
Speaker 1: but this one seemed even worse, even more severe and deep.
Speaker 1: I felt a complete lack of control and I had
Speaker 1: no idea what was about to happen next. At the
Speaker 1: same time, in a strange way, I felt a sense
Speaker 1: of liberation. I didn't trust a wolf man, yet somehow
Speaker 1: I did. I kept telling myself, this doesn't make sense.
Speaker 1: I was eight years old when I saw my parents.
Speaker 1: Their door locked, but I could see them through the crack.
Speaker 1: Primal noises were coming from behind their door. I was
Speaker 1: crying because I was scared, but nobody could hear me.
Speaker 1: The next thing I remember, I was walking home from school.
Speaker 1: I had been rejected from maturity for the third straight year.
Speaker 1: The day had moved on, but the memory of that
Speaker 1: frightened moment left with me forever. All the girls were pretty.
Speaker 1: Their body's better than mine. They made sure to remind
Speaker 1: me of this fact as I took to walk a
Speaker 1: shame up the sidewalk home. Why was I relieve in
Speaker 1: all this? Pay this torture? Then I saw him. This
Speaker 1: is the second time I seen him in twenty four hours.
Speaker 1: It's still hurt just as much as it did back then,
Speaker 1: him taking my virtue and not given a fuck about it.
Speaker 1: But I got back at him tonight and now he'll
Speaker 1: never be the same ever again. Serves his ass.
Speaker 2: Right.
Speaker 1: Wait a minute, I'm a working professional. I help people.
Speaker 1: That man needed help. He was fucked in his head.
Speaker 1: All I did was fuck him up even more. That
Speaker 1: was wrong with me. I should not be happy for
Speaker 1: what I've done. Yet here I am, my pussy soaking
Speaker 1: wet me, filled with excitement. I heard voices. I'm hearing
Speaker 1: these voices.
Speaker 2: I know you can see me. Just go ahead and
Speaker 2: open yourself up to me. Do it.
Speaker 3: You are a naughty girl.
Speaker 4: You need it and need it good, but you are
Speaker 4: afraid of it.
Speaker 3: Don't be afraid let it in.
Speaker 5: Let What is your price? Everyone has a price? What
Speaker 5: is yours? What are you willing to give to get?
Speaker 2: I can see you, I know you can see me.
Speaker 2: Just go ahead and open yourself up to me.
Speaker 5: What is your price?
Speaker 2: Do it?
Speaker 5: Everyone has a price? What is yours? What are you
Speaker 5: willing to give to get?
Speaker 4: You are a naughty girl, You need it and need
Speaker 4: it good, but you are afraid, dummie, don't be.
Speaker 3: Let it?
Speaker 5: Let What is yours? What are you willing to give
Speaker 5: to get?
Speaker 4: You are a naughty girl, You need it and need
Speaker 4: it good, but you are afraid, dummy, don't be afraid.
Speaker 3: Let it in. Let you are a naughty girl.
Speaker 4: You need it and need it good, but you are afraid.
Speaker 3: Don't be afraid to lett it.
Speaker 1: In voices from my past. It's messing my head up again.
Speaker 1: I've got to maintain control, even though I don't know
Speaker 1: where I'm at. I hear the voices. My mind is slippy.
Speaker 1: It's the voices. Why did I allow him to drug me?
Speaker 1: Yet again? The voices are surrounding me. Why did I
Speaker 1: crave this? Why do I find comfort and being disorientated?
Speaker 1: The voices are fucking with my hand. They're loud and no,
Speaker 1: coming in and out of my ears. So circling right
Speaker 1: back around I hear them everywhere in my head. I
Speaker 1: want them to stop.
Speaker 5: What is yours?
Speaker 1: They're getting louder.
Speaker 5: Are you willing to get?
Speaker 1: I want this to stop. You please, no more, no
Speaker 1: more voices, please. I hear them. I hear the voices.
Speaker 1: My legs are opening, my pussy is tripping, wet, and
Speaker 1: my nipples are hard. My body is burning up. Desire
Speaker 1: has hit a fever pitch. You are The voices are back.
Speaker 1: They won't stop. Let me absorb it.
Speaker 3: You are afraid. Don't be afraid.
Speaker 1: You are a naughty Joe.
Speaker 4: You need it and needed.
Speaker 3: Good, but you are afraid. Don't be afraid.
Speaker 2: Lat it in.
Speaker 1: I can see shall in the room. It's a silhouette
Speaker 1: of a wolf. It's the wolf mad. He is standing
Speaker 1: over me. As the voices are increasing. I just will
Speaker 1: but they won't and.
Speaker 4: Out of my head needed good?
Speaker 1: I see you are a free He is standing over me.
Speaker 1: He is standing over me. All right, everyone, you're listening
Speaker 1: to Chris Carroll's in Too Deep Story nine. It hurts
Speaker 1: our psychiatrist, Miss t is on another psychedelic trip. Where
Speaker 1: would this lead? We will find out together, but first
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Speaker 1: see is this big cock in the shadows. I wondered
Speaker 1: to myself. Did he think he needed to get me
Speaker 1: high to have his way with me. He had to
Speaker 1: know the answer was now that being truthful. From the
Speaker 1: moment I first saw him, I wanted him. I wanted
Speaker 1: to be with him. The danger, the mystery, the uncertainty,
Speaker 1: it all drew me in. I knew he was bad
Speaker 1: for me, I did, But I also knew I was
Speaker 1: good for him because I was that first time. I
Speaker 1: saw something in his eyes that told me he wanted
Speaker 1: more from this world, and so did I. However, the
Speaker 1: problem was what he wanted was likely the complete opposite
Speaker 1: of where I was headed. Danger surrounded him. I knew this,
Speaker 1: but I didn't care. From that very first time that
Speaker 1: I had a chance to indulge in risky behavior. I
Speaker 1: took that opportunity and I ran with it, and I
Speaker 1: kept coming back. The riskier the better. I could have
Speaker 1: lived a safe, uncomfortable life off my earnings as a psychiatrist,
Speaker 1: but that would have driven me pardoned upun literally crazy.
Speaker 1: Here it was, again, under the influence of narcotics. Maybe
Speaker 1: I was imagining things. There's a chance that he isn't
Speaker 1: naked at all, and that isn't his enormous cock shadowed
Speaker 1: against the wall. This could be some bad acid trip,
Speaker 1: another hallucination at this point that's what it was, and
Speaker 1: if it was that, I was ready for it. He
Speaker 1: reached for my legs. As I opened them, he was
Speaker 1: still wearing the wolf man mask. My heart was beating fast,
Speaker 1: and I felt myself sweating profusely. It was from the
Speaker 1: heat that was originating from his He threw his mask
Speaker 1: off his face and onto the ground. I watched the
Speaker 1: shadows on the wall as I saw his head move
Speaker 1: towards my vagina. The next day, I felt was his
Speaker 1: tongue looking from the bottom of my vulva, then slowly
Speaker 1: up to the tip of my cleat as sensation laughed
Speaker 1: me trembling, Yeah, yes, yes, I feel so good. I
Speaker 1: could hear myself saying as my voice echoed throughout the room.
Speaker 1: He made no sound and gave no response, but he
Speaker 1: kept looking at my pussy in the same methodical way.
Speaker 1: I began trembling as I felt the orgasmic explosing shooting
Speaker 1: from in between my legs. The Wookman stood over me
Speaker 1: as he watched me shake. I could see a smile
Speaker 1: in the darkness as he took his hand to his
Speaker 1: cock and began stroking it. This man was blessed with
Speaker 1: a big cock, and I have to admit I was
Speaker 1: in fear that he would do irreversible damage to my vagina,
Speaker 1: but I wanted it.
Speaker 2: I needed it.
Speaker 1: I didn't care. The riskier the better. The voices were
Speaker 1: surrounding me yet again.
Speaker 5: Everyone has a price. What is yours? What are you
Speaker 5: willing to give to get?
Speaker 2: I can see you, I know you can see me.
Speaker 2: Just go ahead and open yourself up to me.
Speaker 1: What you do it?
Speaker 2: Do it?
Speaker 5: Everyone has a price.
Speaker 1: Go away. I don't want to hear you right now.
Speaker 1: I just want to take in this pleasure I've been
Speaker 1: waiting so long to receive.
Speaker 4: You are a naughty.
Speaker 1: I took a deep prout, anticipated him jumping on top
Speaker 1: of me, but then he walked away, leaving the room
Speaker 1: even darker than before. Then, all of a sudden, without warning,
Speaker 1: a strobe light took over, given an uncomfortable illumination. As
Speaker 1: I saw him walk out, I begged for him to
Speaker 1: come back. I begged him, where are you going? Come back? Please?
Speaker 1: I need you. But he continued moving towards the door, exiting.
Speaker 1: As a strobe light intensified, the voices began again and
Speaker 1: again in and out of my ears, circling around my
Speaker 1: head the voices, I had no choice but to take
Speaker 1: my fingers to my pussy and shoved him inside of
Speaker 1: it as I began pushing in deep with great force,
Speaker 1: giving me the sensation of being filled up like I
Speaker 1: needed to be. The strokes are starting to fade out
Speaker 1: as I felt my eyes closy, but then they would
Speaker 1: abruptly open again. I felt myself close to having yet
Speaker 1: another orgaso clip throbbing pussy aching by buying my mind
Speaker 1: and body flashing back to a feeling, the feeling of
Speaker 1: a big cough stretching me open and pushing them, pushing
Speaker 1: himself into the back of my pussy as I lay there,
Speaker 1: taking in the group force of a man fucking me
Speaker 1: as hard as he wanted to, as he could as
Speaker 1: he needed to. Again, my fingers deep in as I
Speaker 1: fingered myself fucking my pussy into another or gasping oblivion,
Speaker 1: my eyes completely shut as the darkness of the room
Speaker 1: is all I can remember. What time is it? Am
Speaker 1: I still in the same day? Or have I masturbated
Speaker 1: into multiple days? Then again they wouldn't go away. Why
Speaker 1: can't I escape? Why can I get away? It's the
Speaker 1: voices yet again, they are surrounding me. But now I
Speaker 1: hear one distinctive, deep voice whispering in my ear. I
Speaker 1: need you to sift this, the book man tells me
Speaker 1: as the voices surround me. Yet again, in my desperation,
Speaker 1: I am held deeply from the glass file, not caring
Speaker 1: what it contained. I think that if I did what
Speaker 1: he asked, maybe he would give it to me. Because
Speaker 1: I can't go any longer without being fucked and feeling
Speaker 1: him inside me. My head began spinning. I don't feel good,
Speaker 1: but I do at the same time. Does that make sense?
Speaker 1: Does any of it make sense? Do I make sense?
Speaker 1: I suddenly realized that I promised to meet would patient be,
Speaker 1: But I was so disorientated. I didn't know what day
Speaker 1: it was, or ever a meeting had already passed, or
Speaker 1: had I even attended it. Maybe I just forgot how
Speaker 1: fucked up this was. I took an oh. I promised
Speaker 1: to be there for my patients twenty four to seven.
Speaker 1: Yet here I am laying again under the influence of
Speaker 1: narcotics in the Wolfman's lair, getting as high as the
Speaker 1: fuck and waiting to get fucked myself after the powerful
Speaker 1: drug that I just sniffed fully kicked in. I passed
Speaker 1: out again. As my eyes shut, my frustration grew. The
Speaker 1: Wolfman was just wasting my time and making me bag
Speaker 1: for his pleasure. He wasn't willing to give it to me,
Speaker 1: and I needed to face this. As the last glimpse
Speaker 1: of darkness could be seen through my closing eyes, I
Speaker 1: told myself I was done. I had to leave here
Speaker 1: as soon as possible. I had a job to do,
Speaker 1: I had people that relied on me. Then, without warning,
Speaker 1: my eyes opened wide as I let out a gas
Speaker 1: from the unexpected pain. After the reopen my eyes, I
Speaker 1: could see the wolf Man.
Speaker 2: It was him. He was on top of me.
Speaker 1: He was in inkless up position, wolf man mask fully
Speaker 1: on at his big, hard, fucking cock finally inside me
Speaker 1: as I felt the sensation of finally being stretched and
Speaker 1: filled to the max. All right, everyone, you're listening to
Speaker 1: Chris carrolls into Deep, storied eye it hurts this. In
Speaker 1: Sex Time Stories, I am your host, Maximum Jones, the
Speaker 1: psychedelic sex trip of into Deep. We will continue, but
Speaker 1: first we need to break for these messages and we
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Speaker 1: ahead and conclude this episode. It was everything I had
Speaker 1: imagined it to be. He remained in that push up
Speaker 1: position as he continued to shove his cock in me
Speaker 1: as deep as he could get it in. I looked
Speaker 1: up at him, grabbed his shoulders and saw his gray
Speaker 1: eyes looking out of the wolfman mask. As pleasure bleeded
Speaker 1: out of them. He looked at me with desire and
Speaker 1: satisfaction as he fet his cock my pussy. It had
Speaker 1: been a long time since I had had any cop
Speaker 1: in me, much less one the size of his. The
Speaker 1: pain was intense, but it art so good as he
Speaker 1: can eat, fucking me hard and fast, with an obvious
Speaker 1: desire to climax as quickly as he good. We were
Speaker 1: both feeling the intensity, the want, the need. His movements
Speaker 1: began to slow. He attempted to prolong the pleasure he
Speaker 1: wanted to receive more, and put off feeling the ultimate
Speaker 1: release as much as he tried. My pussy was way
Speaker 1: too good, and it gave him great pleasure, so much
Speaker 1: so that it was impossible for him to control it.
Speaker 1: He unexpectedly linked out his cock with full force and
Speaker 1: then aimed it in the direction of my mouth. I
Speaker 1: opened wide on command and swallowed down all of the
Speaker 1: Wolfman's sirup just that quickly, it was over, but the
Speaker 1: intensity of it was unforgettable. I swallowed every last drop
Speaker 1: of his calm, as this is what I had been
Speaker 1: craving for so long. The wolf Man was so wrong
Speaker 1: for me, but this moment, and every moment since I
Speaker 1: met him, was so right. He insisted on getting me high,
Speaker 1: even though I would have done whatever he wanted me
Speaker 1: to in my normal state of mind. I consumed all
Speaker 1: his spur, and my body, overcome with fatigue, drifted off
Speaker 1: into a deep slumber that seemed to last for several days.
Speaker 1: As the drugs effects began to wear off, I awoke
Speaker 1: briefly from my extended slumber, assaulted by an intense headache.
Speaker 1: The pain throbbed in my temples, a relentless reminder of
Speaker 1: the substances that were coursened through my veins. Despite the discomfort,
Speaker 1: I couldn't help but marvel at the lingering euphoria that
Speaker 1: still danced at the edge of my consciousness, tempted me
Speaker 1: to succumb once more to the seductive embrace of the
Speaker 1: wolfman's touch. The battle between the fading high and the
Speaker 1: encroaching reality raged within me, leaving me torn between the
Speaker 1: desire for clarity and the allure of the unknown. In
Speaker 1: my drug induced sleep, I pondered my daily routines, especially
Speaker 1: tending to my patient be Strangely, I desperately needed a shower.
Speaker 1: The drugs in my system allowed me to imagine the
Speaker 1: most intense, wonderful shower that I had ever had. As
Speaker 1: I bathed my naked body under crystal cure waterfalls near
Speaker 1: a Jamaican beach, all the natives were taken in the
Speaker 1: sight of my naked body be entrenched with the cold
Speaker 1: beach water. I woke up on my knees on the floor,
Speaker 1: my hands me up as my tight ass was straight
Speaker 1: up into the air. All I remembered before that was
Speaker 1: darkness and my imaginary shower. My eyes remained shut the
Speaker 1: whole time I turned my gaze towards the back or
Speaker 1: the wo man stood his presence as a nanatic as ever.
Speaker 1: This time, however, he wasn't wearing his mask. His face
Speaker 1: was fully exposed, revealing the raw intensity of his emotions,
Speaker 1: a testament to the vulnerability he had shared with me
Speaker 1: in this intent moment. The absence of the mass added
Speaker 1: a new layer to the depth of our connection, allowing
Speaker 1: me to witness the unguarded essence of his whole be
Speaker 1: I'd found myself drawn even closer, eager to explore the
Speaker 1: complexities that lay beneath the surface. At this point, I
Speaker 1: could still feel the drugs taken effect. My body was
Speaker 1: almost completely worn out, and fear began to set in.
Speaker 1: It was a deep fear that I could not handle
Speaker 1: the size of his cock in my tight little ass.
Speaker 1: Up until this point, the extent of my anal experience
Speaker 1: was not existent. The thought of him fucking me hard
Speaker 1: in my ass and as certain total control of me
Speaker 1: was definitely a turn on. But mentally I feared that
Speaker 1: pain and damage a cock the size of his could
Speaker 1: inflict on me. No words were a chain. As I
Speaker 1: felt him rub his hard cock up and down my
Speaker 1: ass side, he teased me, poking it around my tight anus.
Speaker 1: I wanted it so bad. I wanted every part of him.
Speaker 1: I was so turned on but scared at the same time.
Speaker 1: As he grabbed my shoulders and positioned his cock at
Speaker 1: the entry of my tight little hole, I took a
Speaker 1: deep breath, closed my eyes, and prepared. Little wolf Man,
Speaker 1: since I had met him, was always full of surprises,
Speaker 1: always so I was taken aback again by him when
Speaker 1: he quickly redirected his hard cock from my tight, untouched
Speaker 1: anus and down to the entry of my pussy. As
Speaker 1: he then began pushing my shoulders back and fucking me
Speaker 1: even harder than he had previously. Dead but I was
Speaker 1: on my back, I felt an intense sensation, unable to
Speaker 1: adjust my position for added comfort due to his firm
Speaker 1: grip holding me in place as his cock eagerly devoured
Speaker 1: my ache and pussy. This intensity was different, a different level.
Speaker 1: This time he seemed to take in more pleasure than
Speaker 1: he previously did. He continued to grab my shoulders hard
Speaker 1: to maximize his leverage and push his cock in as
Speaker 1: deep as he could. I wondered if he was going
Speaker 1: to ejaculate deep inside my pussy, as even though the
Speaker 1: consequences were scary, I secretly desired him to do so.
Speaker 1: I wanted to feel it inside me. The thought of
Speaker 1: having him fill me up with the seed, and the
Speaker 1: intensity of his cock pounding me as his bone all
Speaker 1: slapped my ass. All of this caused me to reach
Speaker 1: yet another orgasm as my body shook against has no
Speaker 1: doubt intensifying his pleasure, as then he quickly yanked his
Speaker 1: cop from out of my pussy and came all over
Speaker 1: my ass. As I felt the heat of it, I
Speaker 1: wanted it inside. I wanted it inside of me anyway
Speaker 1: that I could get it. But I knew that was
Speaker 1: a fantasy. Even in his pursuit of pleasure, The wolf
Speaker 1: Man stayed calm and collected. He wrote me back onto
Speaker 1: my back and cradled me in his arms as we
Speaker 1: drifted off to sleep. For the moment, I only concerned
Speaker 1: myself with the pleasure and fulfillment. But I knew I
Speaker 1: would have to press them for answers to understand just
Speaker 1: how deep I totally was. All right, everyone, you are
Speaker 1: listening to Chris Carrol's Into Deep story. Diye, this hurts.
Speaker 1: This is text Time Stories. We thank you for joining us.
Speaker 1: I am your all this Maximum Jones that I appreciate
Speaker 1: your listening and support. We are going to continue the
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Speaker 1: Into Deep chapter nine. It hurts. After the drugs completely
Speaker 1: wore off and my body physically and mentally had recovered
Speaker 1: from my first intercourse with the Wolfman, That's when the
Speaker 1: complications began. Despite my desire to deceive myself, my knowledge
Speaker 1: of psychology made it clear that his interest in me
Speaker 1: went far beyond mere sexual gratification. If I knew that
Speaker 1: going into this, of course, but like so many women,
Speaker 1: I wanted to dwell deep anyway, figuring that I could
Speaker 1: get him to adapt and change to better acommodate my needs.
Speaker 1: The Wolfman had a deep, complex and challenging nature that
Speaker 1: intensified my desire to break through and possibly get to
Speaker 1: know him better than he knew himself. In theory, I
Speaker 1: believed that I could take control, but from the very
Speaker 1: beginning he held all the power. Even though I managed
Speaker 1: to cloud his mind with pleasure, it was fleeting, and
Speaker 1: he quickly regained his unwavering control over me and the
Speaker 1: entire situation. His dominance was absolute, leaving me helpless to
Speaker 1: resist his enematic allure and dangerous path he chose to
Speaker 1: lead me down. You know you didn't have to get
Speaker 1: me high to have your way with me, right, I mean,
Speaker 1: I'm sure you're aware that, I sarcastically told him. So
Speaker 1: you think that got you high so I can have
Speaker 1: my way with you. No, you surely don't think that,
Speaker 1: he said, with no hint of any emotion. Well, then
Speaker 1: may I ask you? What was your intention to get
Speaker 1: me high? Before you literally fucked my brains out in
Speaker 1: every way possible. I persisted in digging in deeper. So
Speaker 1: when you're about to have sex, not just with me,
Speaker 1: with anybody, the thoughts to precede are hindrance. There is anxiety, uncertainty, danger,
Speaker 1: and insecurities, as well as fear of the unknown. The
Speaker 1: workman continued to explain his philosophy on having sex. Those
Speaker 1: are common feelings, of course, no matter who who you are.
Speaker 1: Are what you know? Am I not correct, doctor, he asked,
Speaker 1: as I struggled to fully take whatever message he was
Speaker 1: trying to convey. Of course, I answered, I think we
Speaker 1: as humans definitely feel vulnerable, especially as women, when we
Speaker 1: cross that line and give ourselves to someone else physically
Speaker 1: because of the potential emotional attachment that could honestly end
Speaker 1: up crippling us if things don't go the way they
Speaker 1: hope or we hope they will. So yeah, it can
Speaker 1: be nerve racking, I said, as he looked at me
Speaker 1: deep and hard. Was what you remember about the sex
Speaker 1: that we just had? Good or great? He asked, knowing
Speaker 1: my obvious answer was going to be yes, it was great,
Speaker 1: which it was, so I nodded my head and answered,
Speaker 1: But I'm sure he wanted to hear. You were able
Speaker 1: to achieve maximum pleasure and totally free your mind and body.
Speaker 1: But it wasn't because of the drugs to work, Man
Speaker 1: declared to me. It was because those drugs allowed you
Speaker 1: to let go of the world you've conditioned yourself to
Speaker 1: be a part of. He further explained he became a
Speaker 1: psychiatrist to help others and improve your own financial situation.
Speaker 1: No doubt While I'm sure you've achieved both goals, you
Speaker 1: are not completely free, he said, as he continued to
Speaker 1: stare at his deep gray eyes. Your life is tied
Speaker 1: to your ability to fulfill these responsibilities for the first
Speaker 1: time in your adult life. I am offering you a
Speaker 1: chance to break free from what has been confine in
Speaker 1: you for all of these years. I'm about to give
Speaker 1: you your freedom if you accept. He said, all of this,
Speaker 1: which only made me that much more confused. I turned
Speaker 1: to him and quickly explained, Look, the sex was incredible,
Speaker 1: better than I could have ever imagined, and you're right.
Speaker 1: I was more relaxed than usual. But it wasn't because
Speaker 1: of the drugs. It wasn't them free in me. It
Speaker 1: was because I allowed myself to be irresponsible for a day.
Speaker 1: I could choose to do that any day without your help.
Speaker 1: Are drugs, he laughed. You're right, But if you randomly
Speaker 1: decided to take a personal day just for yourself, will
Speaker 1: you truly enjoy it? The guilt about being selfish eventually
Speaker 1: take over, he asked with a smile. I freed your mind, body,
Speaker 1: and soul. You loved every minute of it, missus Tea,
Speaker 1: even though you don't remember half of it. The funny
Speaker 1: thing is this, the parts you don't remember are even
Speaker 1: better than the ones you do, he said, with an
Speaker 1: ominous stare. I was unsure if he was just toying
Speaker 1: with my mind. Boasted about our passionate encounter, are being
Speaker 1: mysterious to arouse me? Further, I knew very little about
Speaker 1: this man. Deciphering his intentions proved challenging, to say the least.
Speaker 2: Often.
Speaker 1: To end this game, though, I chose to embrace the
Speaker 1: present moment before return into the realities of my life.
Speaker 1: The wolfman was right. I had never felt better. However,
Speaker 1: as a professional working woman with clients and responsibilities, I
Speaker 1: couldn't sustain myself by constantly getting high and engaging in
Speaker 1: promiscuous activities. Such behavior didn't pay the bills. I needed
Speaker 1: to get back to reality. So I told them exactly
Speaker 1: that this day was amazing, I explained as I gushed,
Speaker 1: still buzzing with excitement. The fantasy lived up to my
Speaker 1: wildest dream, and it was everything I had imagined, I said.
Speaker 1: As I looked in his gray eyes, I knew I
Speaker 1: had to be honest. I can't do this every day,
Speaker 1: I said firmly. I just can't people are dependent on me.
Speaker 1: You're right, he said with the colde Look, you cannot
Speaker 1: do this every day. It would take three times the
Speaker 1: effort to reach the plateau that I took you to.
Speaker 1: You yet you don't appreciate it. So yeah, you're correct.
Speaker 1: You could not do this on your own, much less
Speaker 1: for three days. I immediately replied, what do you mean
Speaker 1: by that? Check your phone? He said, sternly, it's been
Speaker 1: three days since you left. The date and time will
Speaker 1: confirm it. Should also look at your messages. Your phone
Speaker 1: was ringing non stop. By the way, I was beyond furious.
Speaker 1: I yelled out, are you serious? Are you fucking serious?
Speaker 1: Three days? I stabbed, my voice rising with each word.
Speaker 1: You let me sleep for three whole days. I had patience,
Speaker 1: I had work. My anger and my frustration boiled over
Speaker 1: at the realization of how much time I had lost
Speaker 1: and how I had neglected my patience, especially patient be
Speaker 1: The Wolfman's words echoed in my mind, a haunted reminder
Speaker 1: of the emotional hormile that had consumed me. It wasn't
Speaker 1: what I let you do, he said, it was what
Speaker 1: you needed to do, his voice firm and unwavering in
Speaker 1: that moment, I realized the truth behind this statement. I
Speaker 1: had been an emotional wreck, my mind and body exhausted
Speaker 1: from the weight of my responsibilities and the secrets that
Speaker 1: I carried. The Wolfman had seen through my facade, recognizing
Speaker 1: the deaths of my pain and offering me a chance
Speaker 1: to escape, even if only for a brief moment. His actions,
Speaker 1: though unconventional, had provided me with a release I so
Speaker 1: desperately craved, allowing me to confront the demons that haunted
Speaker 1: my saw and to find solace in the midst of chaos.
Speaker 1: You're treated me like a patient now, as if you're
Speaker 1: the psychiatrist, I told him, How can you be so sure? Actually,
Speaker 1: you know what? Never mind, with all those drugs you
Speaker 1: put into me, you probably know everything there is to
Speaker 1: know about me by now. Is that not correct? I
Speaker 1: looked at him, and I asked, you think I needed
Speaker 1: drugs for that? He asked, with a voice ominous and creepy.
Speaker 1: I do all about you before we ever met. You
Speaker 1: think you're hidden in the underground, but you forget no
Speaker 1: matter how secretive something is, there's always someone controlling the narrative,
Speaker 1: maintaining a control that you have no idea exist. I
Speaker 1: took him what he said, ben intimate with him and
Speaker 1: letting him inside me. I started to feel regret, and
Speaker 1: that was an understatement. I felt like he had more
Speaker 1: control over me than ever before. We have crossed the line,
Speaker 1: and there's a no coing pack, no matter if you
Speaker 1: want to or not. The wolf Man said, a spark
Speaker 1: in his gray eyes. I will forever have a piece
Speaker 1: of you. And that's what we both wanted. And that's
Speaker 1: me being fair about this situation. And honestly, you know
Speaker 1: this to be true. You wanted it more and quicker
Speaker 1: than I did. But that's not to say I didn't
Speaker 1: eventually want the same thing. He was correct. I craved
Speaker 1: him with an intensity that consumed me, drawn to the
Speaker 1: danger and risk like a moth to a flame. The
Speaker 1: thought of the consequence insist the reckless, abandoned, and the
Speaker 1: knowledge that I would forever live with the aftermath only
Speaker 1: fueled this desire. I wanted him, I needed him, and
Speaker 1: I yearned for it all with a burning passion that
Speaker 1: knew no balance. The thrill of the forbidden, the excitement
Speaker 1: of the unknown, and the allure of the taboo danced
Speaker 1: in my veins, whispering seductively urging me to surrender to
Speaker 1: my deepest, dartest desires. I asked the question I didn't
Speaker 1: want to ask, and I certainly did not want an
Speaker 1: answer to it. What do you want from me? How
Speaker 1: can I help you? After all? That's what this is
Speaker 1: really about, right? What I can do for you? Right?
Speaker 1: I asked, not showing any type of concern for what
Speaker 1: his answer would be. He then went on to explain
Speaker 1: in great detail what he was seeking. I witnessed a
Speaker 1: harm that sex worker's face at a very young age.
Speaker 1: My mother was a stripper and a drug addict. She
Speaker 1: endured abuse from many men, often in front of me.
Speaker 1: As I grew older and stronger, I took on the
Speaker 1: responsibility of protecting her. One day, the person in charge
Speaker 1: of an underground strip club operation nearly beat my mother
Speaker 1: to death over her tips. I intervened and I killed him.
Speaker 1: The wookman continued this deep story. This is not the
Speaker 1: type of person anyone wants to kill, and you don't
Speaker 1: get away with doing it. My mom and I had
Speaker 1: to be on the run for several years until we
Speaker 1: met them. Man who changed my life. This is a
Speaker 1: man who runs the world's largest underground strip club and
Speaker 1: sex circuit, including the ones you frequent, Miss Tea. He
Speaker 1: took me under his wing and taught me everything about
Speaker 1: the business. After my mom died of a drug overdose,
Speaker 1: he became the only father figure I've ever known. I
Speaker 1: have worked loyally for him all these years. I grabbed
Speaker 1: a workman's hands and said, I am so sorry. That
Speaker 1: is so tragic, and it definitely explains a lot. His
Speaker 1: eyes bore into mine as he spoke again, his voice
Speaker 1: filled with deep, unwavering conviction. I appreciate your sympathy, but
Speaker 1: what I truly need is for you to embark on
Speaker 1: a new mission with me. I need your help to
Speaker 1: change the world, to make a difference in the lives
Speaker 1: of those whose society often overlooks. Your skills, your knowledge
Speaker 1: of the human sight. They're invaluable to creating a safer,
Speaker 1: cleaner environment for all sex workers all around the world,
Speaker 1: and for those who seeks to esport their darkest desires
Speaker 1: in the underground, just like yourself, Misti. I couldn't help
Speaker 1: but laugh. The absurdity of his requests caught me off guard,
Speaker 1: But as this word sank in, I realized the gravity
Speaker 1: of what he was asking. He wanted me to use
Speaker 1: my expertise to dwell into the minds of these individuals
Speaker 1: to where they could contain and maintain their sanity and
Speaker 1: sense of self worth even as they indulged in the
Speaker 1: most taboo of fantasy. It was a daunting task, and
Speaker 1: one that would require me to step far outside of
Speaker 1: my comfort zone and challenge everything I thought I knew
Speaker 1: about the human psyche. Because I looked into the wolfman's eyes,
Speaker 1: I saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to make
Speaker 1: a real difference in the lies who needed it the most,
Speaker 1: And in that moment, I knew I couldn't turned away
Speaker 1: from this opportunity, no matter how difficult the road ahead
Speaker 1: could be. I understand the pain you're feeling. I told him.
Speaker 1: It's natural to want to change the world. However, what
Speaker 1: you're asking for is experimental, and you have to understand
Speaker 1: it will require years and years of research to determine
Speaker 1: quite what makes people behave the way that they do.
Speaker 1: I have clients in a career. I can't just abandon
Speaker 1: it to study strippers and sex fantasy role players. I
Speaker 1: want to help. I do I wish I could, but
Speaker 1: I have responsibilities, bills and a lifestyle to maintain, I explained,
Speaker 1: as I grabbed his hands tightly. He stared at me
Speaker 1: for a good amount of time, his gray eyes burning
Speaker 1: some type of thought straight in my direction. Then he spoke,
Speaker 1: let me assure you, if compensation is that important to you,
Speaker 1: we are willing to pay more than you can imagine,
Speaker 1: he said, his eyes still staring hard at me. Certainly
Speaker 1: more than your profession could ever pay you in a lifetime.
Speaker 1: Not only that, but I can make your fantasies come
Speaker 1: true in every way possible. The last part about living
Speaker 1: my fantasy caught my attention. That was my weakness, and
Speaker 1: he knew it. I also was deeply in love with
Speaker 1: him and willing to do anything he asked. But this
Speaker 1: was way too much. I wanted to do it, I did,
Speaker 1: but I could not give up my profession to participate
Speaker 1: in some kinky, underground sex stuff, whether he called it
Speaker 1: research experiments or whatever else he wanted to call it.
Speaker 1: I had legit, real patience with real problems, a real career.
Speaker 1: It was bad enough that I had neglected patient be
Speaker 1: for the last three days. I needed to call her,
Speaker 1: so I got on the phone and did that. I
Speaker 1: immediately knew something was wrong. When she didn't answer her phone,
Speaker 1: because she always did. A sense of dread washed over me,
Speaker 1: that familiar feeling that your world is about to crumble
Speaker 1: around you. Just knew deep down that something terrible had happened,
Speaker 1: and it was only a matter of time before the
Speaker 1: devastating truth revealed itself. My heart raced with anxiety as
Speaker 1: I braced myself for the inevitable fallout, realizing that everything
Speaker 1: I thought I knew was about to change forever was
Speaker 1: going to do so because of what I was about
Speaker 1: to hear. I couldn't believe the devastating news that tore
Speaker 1: through my heart like a jagged knife. Oh my god,
Speaker 1: I yelled out, Oh my god, she's fucking dead. I
Speaker 1: can't believe she's gone. It's my fault. It's all my fault.
Speaker 1: I sobbed, my voice cracking with the weight of my guilt.
Speaker 1: The voicemail from my friend at the hotel had shattered
Speaker 1: my world, revealing that patient Be had taken her own life,
Speaker 1: slitting both her wrist, her blood staining the sheets of
Speaker 1: the bed that they found her in. I was supposed
Speaker 1: to be there for her, to guide her through her
Speaker 1: darkest moments, but I had felled her in the most
Speaker 1: profound way imaginable. The realization that I had let her
Speaker 1: down when she needed me the most was a burden
Speaker 1: I would carry for the rest of my days. Overwhelmed
Speaker 1: by this devastating news, I found myself running straight into
Speaker 1: the Wolfman's arms and seeking solace in safety and comfort
Speaker 1: in his strong embrace. He welcomed me without hesitation, his
Speaker 1: presence a beacon of stability amidst the chaos that threatened
Speaker 1: to consume me. I buried my face in his chest.
Speaker 1: The weight of my guilt and sorrow bore down upon me,
Speaker 1: and I knew in that moment I was at the
Speaker 1: edges of my consciousness. There was no turning back now
Speaker 1: for what I had ventured too far into the depths
Speaker 1: of this very twisted reality. The only way out was
Speaker 1: going to be to surrender myself completely to this figure
Speaker 1: who held me close, the wolf Man. Now that I
Speaker 1: was there, right where he wanted me to be, weak, vulnerable,
Speaker 1: and needy, I realized it was way too late to
Speaker 1: change my course. I was in too deep with no
Speaker 1: way out. All right, everyone, This concludes Chris Carrol's In
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