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darker and darker. Tess knows she needs to sleep. It's been weeks, if not years, since her last decent sleep. It only fuels the madness burning in her mind, her attention igniting the fear of this beast that seems to be lurking in the depths of the sea, biding its time. The storm has abated for now, but it still prows the horizon, waitn waiting to bring the monster back. But before that happens, Test needs to sleep to stop this insanity that grips her mind, so she might face her

fears alone. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, so Tess is diving further into insanity. The madness is gripping her mind, fear crossing through her veins. But what now? What is to become of tests? Will she descend complete into her fantasies, her dreams, her memories. Will she lose her grip on

reality completely? Or the monster return? Will that beast from the sea come and take tests for once and for all. Just put those earbuds in, close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over your body. Ready to surrender to pleasure. Just go ahead and take and eyes, deep breath and hold it for a moment and let it go with the sigh, releasing all that tension,

all that stress. Next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice, and this is your time, Your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, Your time to release your inner passions as you enjoying my voice and feel it going with you as you immerse yourself into today's story. Tiredness still burned through tests the next days, lef pumping through her veins. She needed to do something. She needed to get some sleep. There was no option. She would have to see the doctor to see if

there was something he could offer. Tess really hated visiting the doctor at any time, but over something as mundane as sleep, he really seemed even more dumb. Many more mugs of coffee passed her lips before she left for the doctors, the caffeine trying to resuscitate whatever life she had left in her. As long as she was back to sing normal state for an hour, that would do it. After that, Tescauld collapse with whatever medication he gave her.

Leaving the doctor's surgery help, but feel that she had been rushed through. The questions had been cursory in the prison, description delivered quickly a month's worth of ambience. Sat in her purse. Test had never been one for taking medication, and certainly not sleeping tablets to the stage where she would hurt herself or worse someone else. Returning to the cafe, she left the close sign up, explaining to the few people congregated outside that she wouldn't open for personal reasons.

Test concerned it, wanting to sleep pretty damn personal, Digging through her purse to find the tablets, and eventually giving up in frustration, She upturned her bag onto the counter. The little brown bottle clinked across the surface. For once. Test played responsible for a moment, as if it was going to change anything she did next. But she did actually read through all the side effects and instructions. How they managed to fit all of those onto one page

was beyond her, so loss of coordination and hallucinations. She knew people that would pay a fortune for that effect. Preparing for bed was quick and unceremonious. Closed off. Sat on the side of the bed, little pink pill slide down on her throat and chasing it with a mouthful of water. TESSI used her legs under the douvet, then slid into bed. Her head rested back on the pillow, her eyes closed, stole her away to thin. The sudden

light of almost burned her eyes. It was so bright, aching through to her retina, seeming to touch somewhere deep inside her mind. Once the initial shock had passed, there was a warm after glow, something that seemed to massage her mind, seemed to relax her sedat for a moment. She had no worries, no concerns. She was just drifting in space darkness. Fin stood a little way away. He looked a little younger, maybe less stressed than when Tess had last seen him. His beautiful dark eyes still glowed

with love and passion. In fact, maybe he was different to the other dreams she had had, changed in his body somehow, but Tess wasn't quite sure how. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. As the light subsided a little, the surface became clear under her feet. To call it to Rock was possibly doing it at his service. It was almost an island in its own right, and the dark waves of the sea gently lapped at the edges,

kissing the smooth stone. An invading force of seaweed clung to the edges, threatening to go over the top at any moment. Suddenly Finn was next to her, his arms around her. Tess immersed herself in the soft feeling of his embrace. Like the fire, his musk so spicy, hung in the air, extending, situating the sensation, the muscles under his shirt tightening as if they would never let her go. When I said forever, his voice smoothed, poured into Tess's soul, all she could do to hold the tears back. I

meant for all time. Tess recognized the last poem he had written for her, and later he had given it to her the night before she lost him. He didn't speak in his native Gaelic, words just seemed to enter her mind clearly in English. There is nowhere I will not go, they said in unison. Her mind clouded with emotion, she wanted to share this with him, this moment, this poem. Nothing I will not do. Their eyes transfixed, drinking each other deep into their souls to be close to you.

His fingers wiped away the tears from Tessa's eyes when I say, gently stroked her lips as they echoed the poem, I love you, gently kissing between each line, punctuating the emotion between them. I love you for today. His fingers ran through her hair, his fingers down her back forever. His kiss is so sensuous, so caring, until the end of time. Tears stole the last word from Tessa's mouth. He is from Tessa's face. His thumb caressed her trembling lips.

Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Confused with this dream, she buried her head in his chest, not wanting to awake, even if this was an hallucination. Embraced within his warmth again, she felt safe once more. Oh God, for the first time in four years, she felt safe again. Is this a dream or reality? Tess whispered into the softness of his chest, his hat were hair, his chin resting gently on the top of her head. A bit of both, sweetheart. I have never let you go and won't leave you.

Things have changed, but it doesn't change how I feel, finn. I just want get breast against Tess's lips, quieting her. His skins soft, so sensual. His heart beat echoed in her ears. There is nothing to apologize for. We always really knew how we felt. We had that when I went out that morning, I had no doubt you loved me. When I sank, I sank knowing you loved me. In a moment, you will have to wake up and I haven't left you. I am closer than you think. Tears stumped,

she struggled to keep them open. She didn't want to lose him again, not now, not ever. The cry of a seagull so loud it woke Tess with a start. Rain was pouring through a broken windowpane. The returning chattered it, leaping up to stop the rain before it drenched everything. I noticed the crowd on the beach below, looking up, quickly finding a hammer and nails and an old piece of cloth, She covered the broken pane with the last nails going in just noticed the blood dripping down the frame.

Had someone tried breaking in where that would be just complete madness. It was a sheer rock face outside, nothing between her and the sea. Shaking her head to dispel the confusion, but went to gather herself, trying to get a grasp on the dream during the night, She had no idea what it was about. It felt so real, yet so indescribably strange. Somewhere through the fog of her thoughts, as side effects of the ambient came to mind, hallucinations of course that would explain it. The noise of the

crowd pulled her attention again, breaking her thought pattern. Reluctantly, test knew she had to go down there. They were looking up at her. Oh, knowing the luck she was having at the moment, testfully expected to find the cafe was falling into the sea. Quickly getting dressed, she moved down the steps as fast as she possibly could, the rain helping clear the confusion from last night's dream. Folg

of ambion. Pushing through the crowd to try and see what they were all pointing at, which only added to her pain. Tess's eyes followed their hands pointing toward the cafe. A smear of blood ran down the rock face went breaking in and hadn't lived to regret it. There was also something on the ground which seemed to be the focus of agitated discussion. Pushing through the crowd, she could hear the ensuing argument, it was definitely squid. It's a

big squid. Well, what else can it be he'd be a murmur, the unmistakable tones of old ron, bringing its only unique form of insanity to the conversation. With that, everyone laughed, which was how most people treated all thoughts. The argument diffused, the appendage lay still on the stand. Apparently universally, it was agreed to squid. Today was getting

more and more confusing by the moment. Struggling to understand what was real and imaginary, and feeling a real urge to trash those pills, Test decided coffee was a good option, possibly the best decision she made in a long time. The lure of the coffee machine took her quickly back up the steps. Test really said straight before any more of this weirdness happened. For the first time in days, the storm a baited. A red glow appeared over the horizon as the sun set, promising a calm day to morrow.

The drama of the past twenty four hours seemed to have finally ended. The police had taken away a blood sample from the window frame to see if they could identify who the would be cliff climbing burglar was from DNA records. Test stared out at sea, so peaceful, gently glowing with a pink haze. At least she would get time at their spot. She needed to be there again

so badly. It seemed like forever since she had been able to spend a night there, and all this talk of sleep so completely overrated to night she was going to come hell or high water. Taking the familiar steps across the beach, Test stopped for a moment when the trenches still remained, gazed deeply in the sand and down

her spine. Not wanting to carry the burden of fear into their spot, Tests set off across the beach, feeling that sand beneath her toes, that familiar relaxation, a glowing warmth of anticipation thing gently through her veins, expanding over her body. The breeze rippled her moutsie skirt around her, the kiss of the wind so gentle on her naked thighs, The sea brew dover Tests, reminding her so much of Finn's lips, a gentle tingling just on the surface of

her skin. Goosebumps peppered her body as she remembered Finn's mouth, those warm, moist lips caressing her how naturally sensually was probably the most sensual man Tess had ever met. The breeze hurried her further down the beach to their spot. That place it became as one. The evening air seemed so rich with a spicy fragrance after effects of the storm. No doubt may be carried here from far away lands,

promises of adventures and dreams, Finn always said. The evening sky still carried the heat of the day, a warm vein that ran through every breath, tail, warming her right through to her soul. Reaching the water's edge, the splash of the tide rushed over her naked feet. Little fragments of foam spread around her ankles, embracing them pearl ankle bracelets gifted to her by the sea. Walking deeper into the water, just to her calves, she lifted her dress

a little. That tingle created by the caress of the waves spread up her legs. Her thighs began to pulse gently with that familiar her sensation, willing her to surrender to the water, To give up to this unexplained desire she had, easing her skirt up higher, her complete nakedness to the will of the sea. Tests through her dress back to the sand, crouching and then laying in the wash of the tide, wanting to succumb to the seduction

of the water, to take her forever to Finn. That the water prompted a sharp gasp, an intake of breath, as if it was her last, contrasting with the heat of the sun so dramatically, and then letting it go. A heavy sigh left her lips. Tests finally surrendered to the pleasure. The tide gently washed up her thighs, memories of Finn. Caress flooded her body, easing higher and higher, the fragrance of the night, that exotic, spicy aroma, intensifying

the feelings moving through her body. Tess's eyes close shut, and she let the darkness embrace her, holding her close. The ebb and flow of the tide moved along her thighs, caressing her deeper. Those muscles in her thighs clenching, hungry, wanton wash of the water moving around her sex her lips, teasing at it like a lover's tongue. She wanted it deeper, willing it to explore, Trying to control the growing passion in her body. Water lapped deeper, her back deep with

every caress. The now familiar velvety fill of the w Water moved around her ankles, tightening in the tide, as if she was restrained, not by ropes, perhaps by her own desire. Water washed over her thighs and clutched onto her a lover's fingers, grasping at her skin, holding her, controlling her, wanting her, feeling so bound, so protected, so submissive,

so wanted by the sea. By thin higher, the velvety sensation climbed her legs, as if some soft tentacles were exploring her body, trying to writhe under the bins of the ocean. The tentacles just moved higher. Tess's fingers grasped at the holding it, clutching it. The tide washing over them. The velvety senseation moved around and over her wrists, holding them as a lover might hold her down, as Finn had done, surrendering to that desire to be held by

the sea, to submitire. Her wrists felt unable to move, but Tess had no desire to move them, not wanting to be released, desiring to give herself wholly to the sea. Velvety tentacles entwined her thighs, tightening on the and their grip eased her thighs apart. Eager to enjoy the moment,

she spread them further. A tremble of excitement drifted over her lips in anticipation of what was to come, and tentacle pushed along her pussy bottom, so slowly, moving up, flicking at every inn as if it was tasting her, enjoying the sweet juices between Tessa's lips. The pulsing grew in her core, clutching, aching to feel it deeper, the top of her swollen lips, suppling the most sensitive spot, that spot that makes everything perfect, the very tip of it,

flicking viciously at her clip. Every movement vibrated through her body, shuddering. Tesculd already filled, the outing, growing burning deep inside, licking again, Her body shot with the avalanche of pleasure, wanting to release, wanting to come, that tension building inside her core, Swirling faster and faster, another lick, circling cormenting it, dragging back along it, every movement, creating intense waves of pleasure through

a body. The swirling spread over her stomach. Her stomach tensed, a new sensation of teeth teasing around her clip, easing at it with a sharp tip, another lick, and dragging her clit between tentacle and the tooth. Tess's body shook with lustful need, the swirling moving over her breasts, moaning louder and louder, lifting her hips to meet every lick,

every bite, wanting it even harder. Tess's nipples burned with the need for satisfaction, so erect, so firm, Another lick, even more intense, her whole bodied on the edge of the precipice. This is it testing you. On the next lick, she couldn't try and hold back any more, another leake. Her orgasm exploded down her nipples, her breast, her stomach,

and deep inside right there on that spot. Tension in her body concentrated in that one spot, and then that movement, the volcano exploded every nerve, every fiber, every cell, releasing her orgasm. The tide of pleasure flooding up and down her body weighed, moving from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, every breath, pushing that

pleasure further, still intensifying, growing. Two tentacles pushed over her stomach, between her breasts, her orgasm just seemed to accelerate, stronger and stronger, every moan from her lips, somehow intensifying the sense tearing through her body. The tentacle spread over her breast and around her nipples, those teeth teasing at her swollen nipples, biting them in the most rotten thrusting her

breasts up to meat teach bite. Her nipples ate with need as the endless assault of her orgasm pummeled every cell. Her orgasm pulsed in her nipples, each one electric with pleasure, a lick right dragging them between teeth and tentacle. Her body arched again, writhing under her restraints, her orgasm intensifying yet more. The endless punishment of pleasure invaded every cell of a body, moaning loudly in this sensation, ever to stop. The sea washed over her mouth is hind of salt,

teasing her tongue. The gentle caress of a tentacle moved over her mouth, easing between her lips, tasting that saltiness along its length to the sea, and ripped onto her tongue. Before the tentacle pushed deeper, Tess's lips stretched around its girth, resisting the earth to gag as it thrust passionately, his length teased at her throat, so swollen, so burning inside her,

stifling her moans. Tess's body contorted in the onstalt of her orgasm without warning, A thrust so hard, so deep, pressed inside her pussy, her swollen lips ate to the sensation of it, pushing even deeper, remembered sensation as it rubbed along her clip, a contortion soapyaiful, so perfect. Unable to withhold the orgasm, her pussy clutched wildly at the tentacle, grasping at it, willing it to go deep as it could, to its impaling herself deeply, wanting to feel that spark

of pain as it touched her very end. Tests His lips pulled it deeper, burning with every thrust, pushing that contortion along her clid. Her body twisted an undeniable plate, wanting to moan, wanting to gasp that feeling intensified as her body was embraced in another orgasm, the taste of the sea getting stronger, more intense, the thrust more urgent. A warm cream exploded in her mouth that tastes so

intense as it eased down her throat. Tests is pussy clutched aggressively at the sensation, squeezing the tentacle inside her tightly, forcing it to were rubbed with a hot cream that ignited her pleasure, feeling itity nectar moving through her veins. Her body tensed and coughed in pleasure, every nerve, every cell,

every fiber coming together right now. The electricity of her orgasm ricocheted through her entire beingticle slowly drifted from her mouth, the cream dripping slowly down her chin, caressing her lips before it gently moved around her cheek, holding her closer. The sea rose higher for her arms up to her chin, splashing over her face gently. The tentacle poured her closer as another moved around her lips, the feeling of surprise

and understanding causing a sudden realization. The feeling of the velvet tightened around her wrists, her ankles as the beast slipped slowly back into the sea and dragging Tests's body into the tide, the sea washing over her face. Test closed her eyes in automatic response. Darkness veiled her senses again. Test twisted against her vines. This wasn't the way she planned. Where was she tried? Fighting? The inevitable flood of the sea as it enveloped her completely. The sense of darkness

shrouded her sanity. As the last drops of fight finally left her body, she sank beneath the waves, gorse, cocooning her insanity, veiling her mind. So has the monster finally called Tess and dragged her into the sea. Has her tentative grip on sanity finally gone? Well, you're just going to have to tune in the final installment of the story, and don't forget. Email me. Do you want a dark ending or a happy ending? You're cool and you'll find

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