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See me at wildibed dot com HMM, or follow the link in this episode's notes, HM. I look forward to sharing that erotic experience with you on this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bad, Part one of a paranormal circunsance sexy romance that teases on the darker side of things. The moment he walked out of the door. Tess regretted him leaving during an argument, turning his back on her to return to his beloved sea. As the last words of the tempest she had created echoed around
their kitchen, doubt filled her mind. Would he ever come back after what she had said? Would she fill his arms once again? Her grandmother had always said, never part on a bad word. Would this sagely advice haunt her for the rest of her days? Hi, it's Devlin and welcomed to another episode of Wild in bed your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and fingerliking good fantasies. Now to night's episode and for the next few weeks the
couple at least. This was actually a short story I penned a while back, Yes, going back into the mists of time. It's it is dark, and it obviously is erotic, but it is a full length story, so it's a little longer than normal, probably about three or four episodes, who knows. Once once I get into the narrating flow and just cutting it off at the right time to keep you waiting and anticipation for the next episode. But it is on the darker side of things, so I
do hope you enjoy. Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. I hope you're clothes are suitably loosened. Just put your earbuds in, close those eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice ressing over you. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep and hold it for a moment, releasing it with a sigh, letting go of all that tension, all that 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 explore your inner desires as you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in the story. The mood in Testa's eyes matched the storm brewing outside. N was in no mood for either. It was madness, absolute stupidity to be arguing over the meaning of a word. Seriously, this had just exploded from nowhere.
Now he was watching his wife apparently giving serious thought to causing him real physical pain over a stupid word that he had meant as a bloody compliment. It means darlin. The frustration was barely controlled in Finn's voice.
It doesn't. I looked it up, Finn. It means vain, the jewel fire of anger and hurt burning deep in her eyes, contrasting the normal, sensitive sky blue. I'm your vain is hardly a compliment, Finn. Maybe I need to check all those poems you gave me. Maybe I need to reread all the little letters, check all their meanings, and see what else you'd been hiding in your words. You could tell me anything, Finn, anything. How would I know? The only person who tells me what they mean is you?
And I can't believe that any more. Finn couldn't believe that this had escalated to this height. The thought bounced mercilessly around Finn's head. But given that Tess's hand was so close to the pans, the more importantly the knife block. He decided discretion really was the better part of valor, and certainly essential in him getting out of here. Intact and different words formed on his lips as he watched her fingers edging towards the pans. We use it more
colloquially than that, we use it differently. It's like the beat of my heart, my darling. You can look it up in dictionaries, but it won't be the same as we use it. Total b s Finn. Her anger flamed even higher in her eyes. Tests was normally peaceful and calm, but when she lost her temper, she brought a whole
new meaning to the definition of heart. On every level, his eyes were drawn down her curves, Every inch of her seemed accentuated by her anger, the movement of her breast almost hypnotic, the way her legs tensed as she shouted and got that bult so many thoughts into his head. Without thinking, Finn started playing with his finger, his damaged finger, the result of an accident at sea that had left
it twisted deformed. The finger looked pained, as if it was trying to replicate a gnarly tree, and so christened at his contortion. The first time he had been intimate with Tests, they discovered it was perfectly shaped to touch her in all the right places, creating the most beautifully intense orgasms. From then on, they called it his beautiful contortion.
Every time he felt aroused, without thinking, he would touch it, controlling the urge to tell her he wanted her right now over the breakfast table, as it might not be taken in the way he intended. He took a step back. I have to go. I have my ship waiting for me in the harbor, a crew waiting, and a contract to satisfy. We will talk about this tomorrow night, when I get back. His eyes focused on her hands, moving closer to those pans. You can come back tomorrow, but
there's no guarantee you'll get through that door. Finne can burn her temper blazing. Normally, Finn would have calmed her down control, but right now he really did need to get down to the harbor for the ship. This stupid argument was costing him money, something he would be angry about tomorrow as he watched his profits dive beneath the sea. Go back to your precious sea, your precious boat. I
obviously mean nothing to you. We will talk tomorrow. I have a business to run and people are counting on me. That's it. Tests tomorrow. More abruptly than he'd intended, he pulled the door closed as he left. The sound of the pan hitting the door emphasized the fact that the door was now closed and Finn had escaped right now. The storm at sea was a lot more predictable than the storm at home, he knew the sea, knew her moods, her tantrums. Test like this was a tad more difficult to.
All.
Thoughts of the argument at home held into nothing once he was out on the open sea as another wave crashed over the bow of the Brellium tool, the day's catcher, rutting from the fish cakes designed to hold them, flooding over the deck, and who scrambled desperately to hold on
to anything that might float. The ship screamed cries of creeks and groans as she was tormented by the waves, and for the first time in his life, Finn doubted if his ship would survive this onslaught their one salvation, the lifeboat, long since ripped from the ship by the waves, snatched by some unseen hand as a foreshadowing of what
was to come. The ship killed badly, Unstable, uncontrollable. They had no choice but to weather the storm, the wind screaming like banshees around them, wailing through the ship, the sound of the waves, the wind deafening. Yet, somehow, somewhere through all that noise, the unmistakable sound of death, the faintest sound that shouted louder than hell to be heard the crack of timber. At that moment, that split second,
Finn knew their fate was sealed. The rain stung Finn's face, stabbing at his lips as he tried to shout orders, the noise around them too loud for any sense to be made of his barked commands, desperately grabbing men, thrusting them against anything that might float. The time was near. He knew that only Lady Luck could save any of them.
Now the ship, his ship was lost. The storm battled the sailors as they tried to tie themselves against the plastic fish kekes, desperate for a life craft of any description. Finn's fingers, numbed by the shooting rain, fumbled with the knots. Fuck it, fuck it, this is not the time not to be able to tie knots again. His fingers fumbled the rope, dropping it. For a moment, it seemed like the storm abated. Maybe it was his imagination, Maybe it
was the panic, the fear coursing through his body. Maybe he was already dead he just hadn't realized. But somewhere in the new background, a new noise one he didn't recognize the sound of velvet sliding over silk. He couldn't see anything for this damned rain. But there was something else there, something hidden behind the veil of rain. He couldn't see or couldn't understand what he saw. Without warning, there was a snap at his chest as he was
yanked back against the bulkhead. His head slammed hard against it, dazing him badly. Unable to focus, to concentrate, to think. He felt something tightening around his chest, forcing him to breathe in short gasps, panicking furiously. A cloth of some description slid over his face, breathing in the fumes that reaped through whatever material. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. He struggled to keep his eyes open as they forced themselves shut. Not now, no, please, God, not now.
Vinn slumped to the deck hard as the cracking of the timbers grew louder and louder. The really am tool killed the badly, timbers shattering as the storm dealt its fatal blows. Taking their chances in the sea. Rather than me insult into the oblivion by the sinking ship, the deck mates deserted the brialmb too for the last time. Large ripples danced across the sea, a fitting memorial for the ship that was lost. As those ripples drifted into
the depths of the sea. Following the corpse of the ship, into the darkness of the ocean, the storm abated, stated as suddenly as she had started her passion, her anger exhausted. Fish cakes in the deck, hands drifted at the wheel of the oceans summer in the ripples. The partial nameplate broken by the anger of the storm flowed the words brillium, just visible within the water and somewhere in the depths and drifting in the darkness, The body of finnickin Burn
was taken to that place that only sailors go. Over the coming weeks and months, tests often found solace on the beach, its seclusion, hidden away from other people, where the deep blue of the ocean gently caressed the golden sand, so peacefully, perfectly protected from the storms out at sea. This was truly her sanctuary. Each tide seemed to move so gently over the sand, but lying the storms that
lay far out at sea. That soft kiss of every tide moving so slowly, the water climbing higher in her as if exploring the beach for the very first time. The moonlight danced across the water, and if she squinted her eyes just so, she might see a thousand sprites dancing across the tide, excited by their return to the beautiful beach, carrying tales of excitement and adventure, of exploration
and discovery. The gentle whispers of the sea breeze moving up and down the beach, promising the pleasures of exotic adventures, gentle deep tones that seemed to resonate somewhere deep inside tests as if she hadn't heard the whispers, but just felt them, echoed so deep inside every breath, seeming to take those whispers even deeper, like a lover's promise. It touches you in all the right places and just grows
with every breath. Exotic fragrances of the sea, hints of far away places, of a venture and discovery, teasing her imagination, stimulating her on a deeper level, so gentle, just strong enough that she could taste them. The passion of her fin was never far away. Her red hair, caressed by the wind, blew around her face as she walked along the beach, as if lost in her own self indulgent dream. This was her place to escape the stresses and strains of the day, a place where she could truly be
alone with her thoughts and memories. And as she walks along the beach, immersing herself in the sensations of the soft sand, still warm from the afternoon sun, so gentle underr naked feet. The further she walks along the beach, the further she can leave the real world behind her. She had always loved the feeling of the sand between
her toes. It takes her back to being a child again, of careless playing and dreams, stories of monsters and heroes, of running for endless hours along the beach, never wanting to leave. Even now, just feeling the caress of the sand between her toes takes her back to that time, a time before the pain and loss, a time before Finn. The sound of the sea whispering its delights and promises of pleasure. Finn had always said he was at one with the sea, and this close to the endless expanse
of water, Tess could truly feel him again. Away from the maddening crowds and the noise. It was only near water she felt like she was back with him. As she reached a small inlet, the tide washing gently over the sand. She turns back to face the sea, to immerse in its song and close her eyes. One more moment, she whispered in quiet prayer, One moment to say all the things she could have said instead of arguing. One moment if she knew she would never have another moment
with Finn again. A tearstum at her eyes as she lay down on the sand. It's all too familiar, soft caress embracing her tess closed her eyes once more, the tide gently washing around her feet, caressing her slowly, the rise and full of her chest falling in symphony with the tie. The sea pressed higher, inch by inch, moving up her legs, her skin gently throbbing with a warm passion. As the kiss of the sea pushed along her thighs. Fin she moaned gently, the voice of the sea coroning
its reply. She could remember the whisper of his breath, the caress of his beard, the tormenting temptation of his tongue as the waves moved higher, forcing her to writhe in pleasure, her legs twisting as the water embraced her body. His gentle arms, holding her close and safe. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the simple pleasures of that sensation, the feeling of a thousand moonlight sprites danced so gently over her body, a warm tingle vibrating through every nerve
as she submitted to the night. And here, at the edge of the sea, she could feel herself in the embrace of a man once again, a man who was the love of her life, a man she thought she would grow old, with all the plans they had created torn from her grasp in one faithful night. But here and now, in this moment, she could feel it all again, Here in the embrace of sand and sea, in between the ripples of the tide. She can still see his
dark eyes looking up at her thin. Please, she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, come to me as she let herself sink deeper and deeper into the waves, pulling her to him, remembering his touch, his kiss, his warmth, his passion, moving over her body, that sensation all over again, as if it was right here, right now, rising through her legs, aching so deep inside, tensing that tide washing between her thighs, higher and higher, the height of his
desire pressing between her legs, so gentle, so sensual, His moist, warm breath, the tide moving higher, moving over her body, pushing against her sex. God, how she atee to feel him again, to be at one with him one more time. The rhythm of his hips as he pushed against her, throbbing, feeling his breath, his tongue, his lips upon her neck
as he pushed his cock inside the tide. The heat, the pulsing burning inside, aching, that heat growing inside her thinn She cries, pressing her hips upward, meeting his thrusts, the tide seeming to respond, the hiss of the waves, whispering his words in her ear, crashing right against her clit, her body exploding in an orgasm, her thighs clutching together, her body arching in spasm, tears streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the sea spray, that salty taste on her lips.
More memories flooding back of those moments they had shed, wild times, fun times. The memory of his taste there on her lips, her tongue, her throat, the warm feasing between her lips. God, how she loved that, so intimate, so personal, so thin, For that moment, it was just her and him once more, nothing and no one else in the world mattered, as if they were once again entwined, just her and him, a shared connection and energy she had never known with anyone else. And all that time
he was out to sea, she could feel him. No matter how far he went, she always felt him with her, his warmth, his protection, his support, his undying love. But the only place she could feel that now was here and the tide. She wondered if probably she had lost her mind and she just didn't realize it. But given the choice between sanity or relieving those moments again, sanity
was always going to lose. Like every night, the tide wrapped its warmth around her, his arms embracing her once more, closing her her eyes and surrendering to the glow that veiled her body, never wanting to be far from the sea, Far from Finn. I'm coming, the words of the sea echoed in her mind, and for a moment, Tess wondered if she had really heard the words or just imagine them. Well, I hope you enjoyed part one of our story. Next week part two, So what's going on? Was Finn lost
at Sea. What's happening with Tess but she lost her mind? Well you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out. And it does start getting a little darker, shall we say so? Until next week and we can get wild in bed all over again. And this is Devil in Wold and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams.
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