Drowning In Desire Part 4: The Sirens Lustful Lament

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So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking good fantasies. So tonight's episode, so Test knows her a cafe is under attack. The trenches in the beach, the blood on the rocks, it all points to something very mysterious, very dark. But why is it targeting her a cafe? Why is it targeting her?

That's it. Go ahead and take a nice tea, keep breath and just hold it for a moment, and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to dip into your inner passions as you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in the story. Test stood stoically as she let the sounds of the

cafe rift around her. For once, she was glad of the company. She really wasn't sure what was going on. She just knew she didn't feel comfortable with it. There was something dark happening, and she didn't know what. Keeping the cafe open later than usual it was just an

excuse to make sure she wasn't alone. She had had many emotions since losing Finn, but this was the first time she felt scared being on her own, fearful of whatever had left those marks, Terrified that it had seemed to get within feet of the cafe where she had been laying. The men told her repeatedly about how they'd carried her up the steps on mass how she was

so heavy for a little one. How she kept kicking them every step of the way, and when they finally got her on the bed, they'd all lost their nerve about taking her clothes off in case they had to face her wrath. Test didn't think her temperament was that bad, yet for some reason, she had a bad reputation for a fiery temper. Several times she challenged some one on why they had come to this conclusion, and every time they just shook their heads, backing up, hands held up

in a defensive manner. Eventually, the cafe client towl drifted away once Old Ron, who had done most of the heavy lifting in putting her to bed, as he put it, decided he'd had as much free coffee as he could possibly stomach, or at least as far as his bottle of rum would stretch to, and left she had to admit defeat and lock up to face the night alone, terrified of whatever beast might be stalking her from the dark depths of the ocean. Fin would have known, Fin

would have dealt with it, but Finn wasn't here. Her heart sank as a thought moved across her mind. The evening moon was already low across the sea, weaving its spell between the waves, inspiring sprites to rise and fall. Another storm was growing. That was obvious even in the darkness of the evening. From the cafe, she could already hear the crashing of the waves, their sound on the beach becoming louder and louder, a deafening, metallic sound that

resonated through the building. It had been two nights since she'd been to the cove alone. The cafe no longer felt safe. The truth was the cove was the only place she actually did feel safe. God knows why. A beast of the ocean could take her there a lot easier than in the cafe, Yet she could feel its drawn, the velvety tendrils of temptation inviting her down. Though still drained and aware of the risks, she knew she couldn't

resist for another night. The desire to be near her love again was already burning inside, and the truth was the cove and the sea was the only place that she could get close to him anymore. Putting on an overcoat to shield herself from the storm, tests began the track down to the beach. She was sure she could make this journey with her eyes closed. Every step she

knew intimately, every grain of sand a personal friend. Despite the onslaught of the approaching storm, every step seemed to relax her somehow, The very existence since the storm seemed to take the stress of the day away, as if she was coming home. However tempestuous that may be. The warm, moist sand spilled over her feet, caressing her despite the

evening chill of the approaching storm. The tide licked at her legs with a growing heat, enticing her, pulling her further along the beach, like a lover's fingers, seducing her back to his arms. The sea breeze kissed briskly at her face, his fingers moving lightly and firmly along her cheeks. The fragrance of the ocean, the smell of the oncoming storm filled her chest, her body, her core. The immersive experience of the sea of Finn's Sea occupied every sense

she had. Walking through the cloud of memories at their place, test closed her eyes as those memories of intensity and passion rekindled, remembering a time, a moment of lust. Breathing in deeply, the never forgotten heat spread through her nerves in the distance. She could see her destination despite the failing light, a small cave hidden an outcrop of rocks

like a hermit grab. Test just knew that when she was in their cave, she would be safe and secure and could try to release this fear that was cloying at her mind. It makes sense of the previous few days. Tests minded legal glided along the beach, unaware of each step, ignorant of stepping over a small beach stream, oblivious to climbing a rock face, obscured by trees and undergrowth, Perfectly safe, perfectly private. Somewhere in the back of the cave, an

underground spring erupted into the night air. The bubbling pools it created washed against the smooth rock weathered by time and sea that provided a perfect resting place. Pitched high above the waters, Tess could look down on the growing storm. She could almost feel that she was separate from the real world, as if the sea was ten thousand feet beneath her, the rocks the beach so distant, so apart. Drifting in the night sky, the glimmer of the moon

danced across the crushing waves. For a moment, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into that dream, into that memory, the sounds that the pools whispered to her, the rocks, so close to the crowd, yet so comfortable, letting her hand drop casually down into the bubbling water. The caress of the tide moved around her hand, the firm touch, just like a lover, into locking their fingers.

Tess gasped as a memory of the first time she had felt Finn's hands in hers invaded her mind as she immersed herself in the memory and let the water ease between her fingers, warm them, enticing them his first touch, his first kiss, the seductive touch of his beautiful contortion, making her ache in all the right places. That passion still burned on her lips, in her mind, right through to her car, burning through her as if she were

back there now. A beautiful, twisted caress of his fingers as they moved up and down her back, pulling her tighter against him, the two of them melting into one, a single body of unanimous pleasure, that first sensation as he pushed inside her, stretching her sex there, shared moans vibrating between them as one slow, long, deep thrusts that filled her completely, kissing every injure of a pussy with

divine affection. Tess's cork clutched passionately for Finn's invasion again, the shared moment when the world would just vanish and there was nothing but the two of them, their beautiful embrace that warmed her whole body, tensing, trying to hold the moment for just a little longer. They were so perfectly them. The water pressed tighter around her fingers in a grip of passion that flashed the memory of Finn's warm satisfaction, the warm caress of his pleasure, and the

growls that still resonated in her mind. Clenching hard onto the memory, holding him close one last time, please, just one last time. Her body shudder trembled, holding him closer. She let him go before she couldn't, wouldn't let him go again, holding him tightly, feeling him inside her, still so close, Tess of Fin together as one again, entwined forever. A familiar grow embraced her body. Somehow she could feel his eyes moving over her skin, that gentle look he had,

affectionate and strong. The satisfaction carved into a very being. Closing her eyes, she could feel him there against her, holding her so close, being inside her, touching her very soul. For that moment, she was somewhere else, not in the cave, not in the cove, not even on the beach, just somewhere else, maybe in the sea, with Finn. She really didn't care where it was. She just wanted to be

with him. She just needed to be with him. She used to say that all the time, but since he had gone, she realized how much she did need him. The small things they shared came into focus, the ones that seemed so natural, the ones she supposed they took for granted, the assumption they'd always be there together, How they talked so free and easily, how comfortable they were with each other, just being They weren't just lovers, they were friends, soulmates. She should have told him more often.

So much time she wasted on silly stuff that didn't matter, stuff that could have waited. Anxiety stole those moments from cursed tests with this emptiness. If only she could see him once more, just to tell him all of it. He needs to know, She needed him to know. But she couldn't tell him. She let him go without saying those words, and that burns with a deeper pain than anything ever would, a guilt that wrapped around her throat

every single day. Returning to the cave to the moment she was aware suddenly of tears stinging her eyes, wiping them from her face on the sleeve of her overcoat. Looking up through the mouth of the cave, Tess could see a lone seagull desperately trying to return to share, battling the winds in intensifying rain to find a safe haven. The sea. Was obviously upset by something Finn had always said when a dark storm blew in the sea, his

mistress was upset. She could be emotional and tempestuous, where she could also be the most affectionate and caring lover a man could wish. For cursing the sea again, that cruel mistress, for taking Finn. Test screeched at the dark sky, for not letting her have the chance to say everything she needed to say, For being his other great love, the one he could never leave, even if he'd wanted to. He would never part from the sea, for being the love that bled through his veins, for seducing him in

ways that Test could never hope to. Walking down on the beach, Test kicked at the tide like some pouty child trying to punish her, to exact some revenge. In response, the waves grew larger, heavier, like some guard dog, growling protecting what was hers. Test had let him go, and he belonged to the sea now. But still the sea seduced Tests every day, tempted her back to the shores to indulge in her sensuous waters, to immerse herself once more in the passion of Finn, having the one thing

Tests could never resist. She knew that now she would have to accept whatever glimpses of Finn, the bitch of the sea would allow her. Test was the other woman, and that she struggled to reconcile herself with the storm around its anger, lightning, stalking the water in determined flashes. Tests was used to storms in this sleepy cove, but this was different, something ominous about this storm. The tracks in the beach could only fuel her fear about the

life ahead. Tormented by her guilt and loss. Her only respite brief moments of stolen pleasure with the man she loved, as long as the sea would allow. That bitch the sea, well, I hope you are enjoying this little journey. M hm, is it into madness? Where is it going somewhere else even darker? Maybe it's just strange dreams or unexpected fantasies. Is it just test angry the sea for taking Finn? Or is there something else, something darker? And is this

he truly angry? Or may be the monster that attacked to a cafe is returning. Well, you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out. So until next week when we can get Wild in Bed all over again. This is Devil in Wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams as you have enjoyed to Night's story. Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings up to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the

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