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Speaker 1: On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Mud,
Speaker 1: Part one of the particularly dark paranormal erotic fantasy. Lisa
Speaker 1: has suffered at the hands of those she believed she
Speaker 1: could trust. Her career, her confidence, her passion all destroyed
Speaker 1: as she sinks into the darkness of her life, wishing
Speaker 1: for it all to end, the moment of last resort.
Speaker 1: And even then, in the depths of the dark, there
Speaker 1: is a flicker of light. But where does it lead? Hi,
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Speaker 1: it does touch on some pretty edgy subjects and it
Speaker 1: is particularly dark. I'm just letting you know. You know,
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Speaker 1: little death, and that's really what has inspired this story.
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Speaker 1: to my voice and film my words drifting with you
Speaker 1: as you immerse yourself into night's story. The sun slowly
Speaker 1: dipped toward the city headline. Darkening orange pands filled the sky,
Speaker 1: creating a beautiful backdrop to the skyscrapers. Pinpricks of office
Speaker 1: lights dimmed to black as the city slowly moved towards
Speaker 1: closing for the night. Through the open window, voices drifted
Speaker 1: up from the streets, the harried sounds of people desperate
Speaker 1: to get home. Various styles of car horns sounded their
Speaker 1: angry fanfare as drivers irritably pushed along the roads. Shutters
Speaker 1: clashed as the night time stores opened their doors for trade,
Speaker 1: and the first fragrances of promise food filled the air
Speaker 1: in the office. Lisa leaned back in her leather chair,
Speaker 1: Swiveling slowly. She put a heeled foot on the desk,
Speaker 1: her stilettos etching a line across the dark Mahogany one
Speaker 1: lone desk lab tried to illuminate the room. She hadn't
Speaker 1: had the light on during twilight hours since the incident.
Speaker 1: The ice in her glass chinked against the crystal that
Speaker 1: held her generous measure of Russian vodka. Lazily, she cast
Speaker 1: her eyes over the various awards and certificates that adorned
Speaker 1: the walls, markers of her success that proved to be
Speaker 1: so fragile, a future that seemed to promise much, but
Speaker 1: when it came down to it, it was never enough.
Speaker 1: Lisa sighed as she pondered her life. How many things
Speaker 1: can change on the toss of an eye, leaving just
Speaker 1: an empty shell, a numb corpse, a walking zombie desperate
Speaker 1: for sensations. It all had been so easy once, those
Speaker 1: years before it happened when she was full of hope
Speaker 1: and promise and trust was so easily given those days
Speaker 1: before she met Mark, and she learned the brutal reality
Speaker 1: of life somewhere her phone shined to life, illuminating the
Speaker 1: room more brightly than the lamp. Lisa picked up the
Speaker 1: phone from the desk and cast a glance over it,
Speaker 1: Briefly recognizing the number, she declined the corn just another man.
Speaker 1: There have been hundreds of them, or maybe not hundreds,
Speaker 1: but certainly more than she could remember or cared to
Speaker 1: admit to. Ever since Mark had dragged her confidence down
Speaker 1: into the mud, she had desperately thought to recapture the
Speaker 1: sensuality she had enjoyed before she met him, and that
Speaker 1: resulted in a lot of empty relationships. But the fact
Speaker 1: was she was now numb, her body a carcass. She
Speaker 1: enjoyed the thought of men getting off using her body,
Speaker 1: but didn't experience the same climactic pleasures with them she
Speaker 1: once had. Raising her fingers to her cheek, the bruises
Speaker 1: had long since gone, the scars now healed, but the
Speaker 1: pain festered incessantly inside her. In the shadows in the
Speaker 1: corner of her office, she could barely make out the
Speaker 1: photo of the partners of the legal firm where she
Speaker 1: had aspired to do so much. She just knew that
Speaker 1: Mark's face was glaring out of that photo, daring her
Speaker 1: to challenge him. She had tried, She had taken it
Speaker 1: before the board even reported the abuse to the ethics committee,
Speaker 1: and all for nothing. In fact, things were even worse
Speaker 1: because of it. She had effectively been demoted and stuffed
Speaker 1: into this back office. Is nothing more than a glorified clerk.
Speaker 1: Mark had made it clear following her complaint that her
Speaker 1: career was over in the legal industry. Truly had nothing
Speaker 1: to look forward to. Her hope was gone. Although Lisa's
Speaker 1: body was numb to the touch of man, insensitive to
Speaker 1: their seductions, she could still pleasure herself, her only release
Speaker 1: in an otherwise barren sensual life. Taking a sip from
Speaker 1: the glass of alcohol, she smiled ruefully, staring at the
Speaker 1: unseen photo hidden by shadows, She whispered, Is this what
Speaker 1: you want? She said, as she parted her thighs, her
Speaker 1: pencil skirt falling back up her legs, exposing her lace
Speaker 1: panties to Markster and glare you bastard, She cursed, knowing
Speaker 1: it had been a mistake to have an affair with
Speaker 1: the senior partner in the firm. She was an intelligent
Speaker 1: woman when she had taken the bar. She was top,
Speaker 1: the best, all the top legal firms had been desperate
Speaker 1: to employ her. How could she have been so stupid
Speaker 1: to believe his lies? But that was then, before the affair,
Speaker 1: before the abuse, before Lisa became known as the courtroom slut.
Speaker 1: In the days following the relationship with Mark, Lisa tried
Speaker 1: desperately to rekindle her passions and rediscover her confidence once more,
Speaker 1: to once again enjoy the desires and sensuality he had
Speaker 1: beaten out of her. Of course, it had started as
Speaker 1: a sex came between them, a little spanking, a little bondage,
Speaker 1: But the spanking became more aggressive and the bondies more painful,
Speaker 1: and Lisa frankly out of excuses for the bruises across
Speaker 1: her face. She just still couldn't believe that, as an
Speaker 1: intelligent woman she had brought his lies. He was never
Speaker 1: going to leave his wife, nor his children, nor his
Speaker 1: holiday home out at the lakes. Mark treated her like
Speaker 1: a slut, and after they finished, Lisa couldn't see herself
Speaker 1: in any other role and parted her thighs for any
Speaker 1: man who asked. The sex became pointless and empty, leaving
Speaker 1: a hollow feeling in sight. So she really couldn't imagine
Speaker 1: ever being intimate with a man properly again. He had
Speaker 1: truly ruined her, her career dead, raped of her desires,
Speaker 1: and her reputation shattered. Lisa could really see no way
Speaker 1: out of this mess. Raising a glass to the photo
Speaker 1: in the corner one last time for you, Mark, you
Speaker 1: never did make me come, She down the last of
Speaker 1: the vodka in the glass, replacing the crystal on the desk.
Speaker 1: Lisa turned her thighs slowly to face the photo and
Speaker 1: parted them a little wider. Men might not be able
Speaker 1: to give her or chasms, but as she certainly could.
Speaker 1: Her fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breast to
Speaker 1: the night air. Her nipples ate from the vicious caress
Speaker 1: of the breeze as it bit on her flesh. Taking
Speaker 1: the vodka covered ice from the glass, she brushed it
Speaker 1: over her nipples, slowly, paying special attention to her one,
Speaker 1: paying special attention to the piercings the press or her nipples.
Speaker 1: Squirming in her chair as the first waist of delightful
Speaker 1: passion caressed her body, she raised her hips a little
Speaker 1: so she might pull her skirt further up the cool
Speaker 1: air of the night breeze whipped viciously at her warm folds,
Speaker 1: a biting caress of fucy ache in her body to grow.
Speaker 1: Lisa's hips gyrated in the leather seat, her pussy already
Speaker 1: swollen and demanding attention. Her fingers slid over her stomach,
Speaker 1: tracing a line with the vodkasote ice is cold caress,
Speaker 1: accentuating the throbbing already there in her core. Tracing her
Speaker 1: fingers lower still, the sting of the ice bitter the
Speaker 1: soft flesh of her thighs. She could feel her pussy throbbing, pulsating,
Speaker 1: wanting more. Pushing her feet against the desk, she raised
Speaker 1: her hips to meet the touch of the cold ice
Speaker 1: bite through the soft, mature liver panties, sliding the cubil
Speaker 1: on the length of a pussy up and down, teasing
Speaker 1: the sensitive nub. The cold drops of water traced a
Speaker 1: line between her lips and dribbling down and forcing her
Speaker 1: ass to clench to clutch with fervent desire, Lisa moaned
Speaker 1: hoarsely as her fingers edged her panties aside, exposing her
Speaker 1: desire to the bite of the night air. As her
Speaker 1: fingers slid between her wet lips, the brutal caress of
Speaker 1: the ice, tormenting her need, the delicious sting of vodka
Speaker 1: biting her nub, forcing a new wave of pleasure to
Speaker 1: cascade through her body, biting her lip as her body twisted.
Speaker 1: Tortured by the raptures of pleasure, Lisa's hand clutched her breast,
Speaker 1: squeezing her nipple painfully with vicious strokes of her finger
Speaker 1: into a pussy. The sensation just continued to grow, a
Speaker 1: wildfire ignited within her body that she had no hope
Speaker 1: to control. Suddenly, her back arched, her pussy clenched against
Speaker 1: her fingers, squeezing the ice one last time. As her
Speaker 1: thighs tightened. Tormented by the waves of her orgasm, pushing
Speaker 1: her fingers deeper inside, massaging those spots that only she knew,
Speaker 1: perpetuating her pleasure, Lisa's fingernails dug into her breast, pinching
Speaker 1: her nipples, roughly twisting them, pulling them as fingers plunged
Speaker 1: eves and deeper. Wave after wave cascaded down her body,
Speaker 1: exploding through her pussy, her click trembling with violent pleasure,
Speaker 1: her body still shaking, her hand reached for the bottle
Speaker 1: of vodka before pouring a large shot, repeatedly filling her
Speaker 1: glass and emptying it with a mouthful, Lisa allowed the
Speaker 1: sensations to subside. Once they finally calmed, she sat back upright,
Speaker 1: adjusting her clothes to look at least a little professional.
Speaker 1: She then reached down into the drawer at the top
Speaker 1: of the desk, putting it open and retrieving a package.
Speaker 1: The package opened easily in her hand, and as she
Speaker 1: tipped a handful of white pills into her palm, she
Speaker 1: swallowed them quickly between the bottle of vodka to chas
Speaker 1: him down her throat. Casting one last angry stare at
Speaker 1: the photo in the corner, she hissed, fuck you, Mark,
Speaker 1: fuck all of you. As she closed her eyes and
Speaker 1: lay back in the chair. The darkness of the soporific
Speaker 1: sleep stole over her quickly, the dark memories of all
Speaker 1: that had happened slipped from her grasp. There was a
Speaker 1: sensation like sliding into a warm bath as all her
Speaker 1: senses drifted away, the darkness becoming heavier like a veil
Speaker 1: of lead. But even in that darkness, somewhere in the distance,
Speaker 1: there was a spark of life, like a new day.
Speaker 1: Beginning a dawn awry and as she focused on that
Speaker 1: bright spot, curious as it slowly grew, her senses squinting
Speaker 1: at the painful brightness that was blinding her mind. Like
Speaker 1: watching the sun in its first moments of dawn, as
Speaker 1: its bright rays cascaded over the earth, the light faded,
Speaker 1: but left a silver silhouette edged in the dark, the
Speaker 1: shape of a man that seemed to be moving toward Lisa.
Speaker 1: The rhythm of his movements was smooth and sensual, as
Speaker 1: if he flowed or out of the walked. Lisa started
Speaker 1: to speak to ask where she was. His only response
Speaker 1: was a sensation of a finger upon her lips, quieting
Speaker 1: her as he leaned forward. You are here, and that
Speaker 1: is all that matters, he whispered, with warm tones, a
Speaker 1: resonance to his voice that seemed to massage her very
Speaker 1: core and relax her mind. You can call me Luke,
Speaker 1: he said, answering her next unasked question, as the heat
Speaker 1: of his voice somehow took Lisa into relaxation. Even in
Speaker 1: this moment of absolute confusion, his presence moved around somehow,
Speaker 1: the resonance of his being caressing her body like no other,
Speaker 1: a sensation sparked something long forgotten, a distant memory from
Speaker 1: before darkness came into her life. It was as if
Speaker 1: being next to him, the scent of him, the sound
Speaker 1: of him, filled her being with a new desire. Her
Speaker 1: mind confused by the situation, Lisa whispered the only question
Speaker 1: she could think of. Are you a demon or an angel?
Speaker 1: She asked, somewhere in the darkness. A laugh shook the atmosphere,
Speaker 1: dark and threatening, yet strangely erotic. That rather depends on her,
Speaker 1: you ask, he replied, mischievously, the silhouettes of his face
Speaker 1: becoming clearer, His eyes burned with a passionate light, fueled
Speaker 1: by a desired Lisa had never known. Taking her unresisting hand,
Speaker 1: Luke led her into the darkness. Lisa followed willingly, the
Speaker 1: strength of anticipation consuming her mind. So where is Luke
Speaker 1: taking Lisa? Is he truly good or evil? Is she dead?
Speaker 1: Or maybe somewhere else something else is going on? So
Speaker 1: many questions. You'll just have to tune in next week
Speaker 1: to find out more. So until next time when we
Speaker 1: can get wild in bed all over again. This is
Speaker 1: devil in wild and always with your pleasure in mind,
Speaker 1: wishing you solacious dreams. I went into state the ducted
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