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a seductive and sensual listeners fantasy. He watched her from a distance, just a face in the crowd, her moves as she danced the sheer carnal delight of watching her glide across that floor and alluring, enticing him further into his desires, but now alone, at last, hidden by just
the shadows. Could his devil's feather become his erotic reality? Hi, it's devilin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and fingerloking good fantasies. So we have a listener's fantasy this week. Yes, a full story, no doubt. They titled it the Devil's Feather. Now, I don't know if you're aware, but this is a Turkish phrase. It means a woman who stirs a man's
interest without realizing it unwittingly causes sexual arousal. Now, this is a very seductive story and very much focused on usually from the male perspective. So I do hope you enjoy it. If you want to hear your fantasy right here, then you just send it in devilin wild Inbed dot com. Then let's do our best to turn your carnal delights into a reality. Now, I hope you're laying on your bed. You loosen those clothes, your ear buds are ine Just go ahead and close those pretty eyes and surander to
the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And when you're ready to submit to pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep and hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh. Let him go of any tension, any stress you have decided for the next thirty 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 release that in a passion as you feel my voice going with you, as
you immerse yourself into day's story. It started off innocent, doesn't it? Always just a regular day where I scan the ads looking for something for my daughter to do after school, somewhere to channel her creative spirit, something to help me bring a bit of feminine tea tour upbringing a topic on it I am lost on as a single dad. Something catches my eye and after school dance academy. Yes, that would work, of course. Seeing the website listed, I visit it and browse the site. Huages of two two's
and smiling girls assault my eyes. I look for a class schedule, already gritting my teeth against the assault of pink. I just find a number to call instead to feel that a woman answers her voice essential and does not match the pretty pink vibe from the website. I tell her what I am looking for and after school class that channel's creativity for young girls. She suggests a creative movement class on Fridays at three point thirty next in
take starts next week Friday. Dance glass comes and my little one is jumping with excitement to the door, the studio glass and doors that made a frosty glass to let light in. But no one can see what is happening. Inside the place is a buzz of energy of young girls dancing around and their mothers sitting on the benches along the side. Ballet bars line the mirrored walls, and professional spark lights beamed down pink and purple lights from above. Suddenly,
a woman appears in front of me. I didn't notice her approach. She is small and peteete and curvy. All I can see are red lips moving. I am already captivated. I realize I am staring at her lips and she is speaking to me. I leaned down a bit and ask her to repeat what she said. She waves at me to follow her into the office. She closes the door to the noise of the crowd, and it is as if we were in a different world. My senses fled to high alert as our scent wraps its way
around me. She tells me her name and introduces herself. My heart, it's a sultruye voice from the phone, like a rookie dad. I didn't my dance close for my daughter to wear, but this sexy dance teacher has come to my rescue and passes me some pink stretch he closed for my daughter to change into. Smiling at her and taking one last deep breath, capturing her delicious scent that does nothing but make my cockache. I reluctantly leave the sanctuary of her office and immediately becoming golf in
the sensory overload outside. We have to wake this torturous tango resides. I show up on Fridays, I watch from the sidelines. My cock jumps at her as she demonstrates the moves, hardly daring to blink. On these days, even I can't bear to miss a spin, a twist, or even a pointed toe from the curly Devil's feather. Her flexibility of leticism and endurance turns me on like nothing has ever done before. She has no idea what she has my sexual interest that she was the one who
made my cock so hard Fridays become tortures. I am cemented into this one sided, burning slow dance, her feather always tickling at my self control, daring me to come onto the dance floor and strip that lycra right off her sensuous curves. Some weeks of wrap skirt would cover hernings, and others she would let me have a full view of her delicious ass. Always she wore red lipstick, and I always wanted those lips wrapped around my cock to
leave her signature and bolted on my swollen length. As all good things must come to an end, the final dance class has come and gone correct, and I still had not made a move to relieve the itch bought on by my devil's feather. I walked begrudgingly to the studio one last time to return the costume. It was getting later in the evening, but she had insisted that it would be fine to drop it off entering the studio instead of the pink girly attack on my senses,
something very different greeted me. The lights were out. It was dark except for one spotlight in the center of gone with the pop hits and a deep, sexy, seductive beat rang out from the speakers. She was there, and the music called to her to move her hips, her arms up, silently, dancing her way around with the ghost of her partner. She did not hear me enter the studio, I am sure of it. She was captivated in her moods as she swayed those hips to the sound of
the beat nipples. I watched for a while from the shadows, out of sight and out of reach from her arms. For now. She twirled herself, her arm extended, her fingertips so closely, just begging at me to touch them. Elves needing so badly to stop this temptation that the devils herself has kept burning for the last few months. I reach out to take her hand in mind with a touch so gentle it does not startle her. With the whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand.
Those why drink in her intoxicating fragrance. Before I pull her back and she spins into my arms. You feel wrapping herself around my torso and dances around my body, immersed in her passion, as if she starves for a partner, moving without bodies pressed together as one, My hands encompass the curves of her hips, my fingers pressing up and down her hips as we move together. The graceful movement
presses on my aching cock. I gasp before I press my hips forward, letting her film my burning arousal, my need for her. My head drops as I let my lips linger on the side of her neck, consuming her passion, letting her sensuality veil my mind with lust on the tip of my tongue crafts warm, wet circles. As I trace up and down her skin. Her back arches in a beautiful response. Her breast push forward, it inviting to
be touched, teasing. Engulfed in my desire, my fingers explore the curves of her hips further to cup her beautiful breast. Your bottle and heavy in my hands. I want kneeding more. My fingers move higher and twist her nipples into their grasses. Touch.
She arches again as a slow, deep moan escapes her lips, as if she could finally breathe at last, staying there with my fingers working at the nipples, rolling them gently between finger and thumb, cupping her breasts and squeezing them tightly in pulling her closer you as I whispered along her name so hard, telling her how sexy she truly was, and to feel how my cock had swollen for her all these months, how I wanted to devour her body with my hands and lips and make her submit to
me completely mine. Suddenly she twisted away from me and disappeared into the shadows, stranded again with the ache of the edge she kisser that has never been scratched till she came back, dragging a chair, explored, leaving it alone in the center of the spotlight. And again she tormented my desperate need as I watched her disappear into the
shadows once again. Every suddenly my heart leapt and my cock twitched as she crept behind me and let her fingers in twine with mine before she slowly pulled me into the spotlight. Her gaze was burning with passion as she loked onto my eyes. Reaching the chair, she gently pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit down, my cot
strained in my pants desperately. I tried to adjust myself, but knowing I would never get comfortable sitting here fully dressed, her smile radiated a promise of denied pleasure as she drifted into the shadows once again, the spotlight burning at my eyes, blinding me to anything but that harsh light,
and my devil's feathers moving across the floor. From the darkness, her touch came again, a finger now slowly dragging across the top of my shoulders on accentuating my desire as it moved on my arm, inch by torture, as since it dragged my lust across my stomach to the hem of my shirt. For the longest moment, she paused just there, as if orchestrating my desire for the finale I was
so desperate for. Without warning, her touch was consumed by the shadows, leaving me alone with my frustrated passion, entranced in the beat of the music, engulfed in the bright light. From the edge of the darkness, her foot appears from nowhere in a graceful arc, as it stalked by the sweet curve of her calf, hypnotized my eyes surrender and follow the line of her leg now under her painted white toes. From the confines of the shadows, she slowly emerges,
radiating into the solitary light. My gaze cannot help but fall upon the gyration of her hips as they move seductively to the beat, her hands caressing those beautiful curves. My mind awashed with thoughts of those hips pressed against my already burning colm, And you know, my lust forces my gaze to follow her hands as they slides slowly up her feminine curves, before teasing at the hem of
her shirt, exposing her beautifully toned flesh. As a low, guttural moan escapes my lips, my craven lust forces my hand forward. My fingers tremble as they trace up the curves of her thighs, lingering to hold her hips as she pulls her tank top off over her head, My eyes devoured every single inch of her curves, Discarding the top into the shadow. She brings her hands to cut my face, holding me still, the warmth of her breath
so tantalizing close. As her eyes raise, holding my gaze, the intensity of the passion burning between us suddenly intensifies. God Slowly, her eyes trace a line down my face. That electric gaze caresses my lips. The tip of her tongue teases from between those beautiful lips, its movement promising the hint of so much pleasure, tormented with the arthe to lock our lips together and taste its growing passion. But my sweet devil's feather does nothing to satisfy my craving.
Of course, she just looks and licks her juicy red lips, before dropping to her knees in front of me to touch Her fingers press along my thighs, her thumbs etching a circle around the tinting in my pants and your body,
before tormenting a single thumbnail along my material covered need. Again, her eyes fixed on mine, the fire of passion within them engulfing me completely, as her fingers released the buttons my shirt slowly from the bottom line, her finger out tracing a delightfully slow and painful line over the plane of my stomach, as if tracing the aching in my cock even higher. Briefly, she pauses as her nails discover my nipples, Pinching them gently, she forces a moan from
my lips. Suddenly, her gaze releases me from this torment, turning as she stands her thumbs press under the waistband of her skirt, easing it slowly over the sensual curves of her round bass. The solitary light caresses those curves. The desire to have her overwhelming, and he sense veiling any inhibitions as my cock leaps at the side of her, Unable to resist, my hands reach out, grasping her hips as I pull her back, feeling her body upon my lap and the urge to be inside or consumes my mind.
On the thought of her cherry red lips around my cock, this need to fit her completely in every orifice. Frustrated by the last barrier of the clothes I wear, her skirt drops to the floor as she braces her hands on my thighs and holds herself up, the curves of her delightful bottom, just a moment away from landing on my cock. My eyes fixate on the black lace of her panties, the seductive motion of her hips, the globes
of her ass, consuming my desire. Knowing the heaven that lays just beyond my cock is tortured, beyond what I thought was possible. I groan with the first caress of her body as it presses her sweet flesh onto my aching kneed, grinding against me as her hands reach back and gently run through my hair. My fingers move up to grip those hips as they move in that beautiful rhythm. I growl into the scent of her hair, whispering of
my need being teased. At the point of desperation. She turns those red dipple lips, spreading into a smile as the tip of her tongue caresses and once again torturing me more than any bondage. My body shudders as her hands press over my stomach, releasing the last buttons of my shirt. As she explores my chest, the whisper of her touch over my erect nipples sends a of the lightning through my body, forcing the arousal to swell through
every cell more than any fantasy I could imagine. Her breast brushes my ear as her hand slide over my shoulder, pressing my shirt down over my arms before catching it gracefully in her fingers and adorning it like a matador's cape. She piroettes, sliding my fabric over those delicate curves. Entranced by the swing of her body, my arousal burns with a fire inside me, hotter than I could imagine, straight
from the devil herself. Turning her head, she glances over her shoulder, wooing king seductively, her body turning to face me as she eases herself down slowly, her finger tips traced from my feet, up my shins, over my thighs, expertly avoiding the bulge in my pants, seezing at my sides, to my shoulders, and down my arms, stopping only at my fingertips, gently, our fingers entwined as she painstaking slowly stands and draws me up with her. Standing before me,
she slowly sways her hips from side to side. She drops lower and raises herself up again, her bottom pressing out, luring me further. In tantalizing me, beckoning me, she turns and reaches for the front of my pants. Eagerly, I beat her to the chase, kicking off my shoes and doing my pants, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to one side. She watches me with one eyebrow raised and the cocky is grin on her face. She stands for the longest moment, just taking me in her eyes,
caressing every inch of my body. Inspecting her prize. Stepping forward, she eases a finger towards my chest, gently pushing me back onto the chair, sinking into the shadows once again, the sounds of pleasure mixed into the beats from the speakers and durrances me further as I wait once again for the satisfaction from my devil's feather. Finally, Sha returns to the spotlight, slowly easing herself along the floor, craoling
ever so seductively on all fours over to me. She stops just between my thighs, looking over it, the look in her eyes, moving between torture and pleasure, the caress of her lace brass, it's fringing, kissing along the inside of my thighs as she crawls her way up my body, moving herself until she straddles me, tossing her hair out of the way. She brings her lips close to mine, the warmth of our breath burning together as she stares
into my eyes, her lips just a breath away. I want to take her heart and fast, need to touch her, to kiss her, but her enchantment keeps me still and moving, terrified that a touch would shatter this illusion. Before me. I wait with agonizing anticipation for her next movement. Her lips move closer to my ear, her breath brushing against me as she whispers, I've been watching you, watching me for myes, now waiting for you to make morse. Would you like to make a move now you know you're
needing nothing else from her? I moved my hands up and caress the size of her face while my lips seekers gently, devouring them hungrily. Her hands dive into my hair, pulling at it as her hips ground into me. She was still wearing my shirt as it cascaded around us, enveloping us in a veil of passion, kissing her deeper, my tongue tracing along the edge of those red lips. I break the kiss to tell her that she was
such a tease. Her finger comes up to my lips to silent my protests and then travels down my neck to my chest. I want deeper, and traces around the edge of my nipple. Her other hand scooped down and swept her panties to the side. She pinched my nipple and rubbed her thumb over the head of my cor teasing my pre comes so topening before placing both of her hands onto my shoulders and continuing the slow dance on my lap. My cock strains up to meet her,
to make contact that sweet hot spot. She keeps rubbing over me, brushing her pussy lips over the tip of my cock, circling it gently, the brush of a wet desire, kissing my cock fueling need to fill her completely hot and wet. Her pussy burns closer and closer, and yet so out of reach of where I need to be. The hint of her caress willing my cock higher, the promise of the pleasure waiting just beyond my touch. She tosses her head back, her long hair falling down over
her back. She rears her palvis forward and finally impels herself along my length, her lips stretched tightly around my girth, massaging every inch as the tip of my cock kisses her pussy walls. The sounds of her deep, slow moans resonate through my body, forcing my cock to throb harder, moving her hips in such a beautiful rhythm, willing my cock deeper with every move. Surrendering to this passion, my body yields as my hips rise to meet the rhythm.
Of her body, the trance of her pleasure as it caresses down my cock, that warm kiss of her juices sliding over my balls. Every movement so delightfully slow, so deep and intense, as my body is consumed by this woman holding my face, our lips meet again, hungry to
taste each other, our tongues in twine. My fingers slide down her back, cupping her ass tightly as I poured her forward, wanting to feel more of her seductive addiction, to share our pleasure and melt into our satisfaction, and our lips parted, her eyes once more burning into mine, her pussy squeezing my cock until I could control it no more. The rush of my orgasm rose through my legs, tormenting my cock as I tried to hold back until
that shared moment we could both indulge. As she leans in her breath on my neck, biting me gently, she whispers, come for me, and I was lost. She pressed down one last time, the grip of her pussy forcing my
cock to explode. Unable to resist, I reached down and pulled her breast free from the cups of her bra My head dips lower and bites on a nipple, sucking it tightly as my cock continues to pulse wave after wave of organs and moves through my body as this beauty tenses against me, her own pleasure shuddering through her as she moans my name and cascades into an orgasm.
Consumed by our passion, we melt into each other for the longest time, immersed in this moment as we stay entwined, the warm glow that mused between us, holding us together, never wanting to leave, knowing that no one has ever loved me better than my sweet devil's feather. So I hope you enjoyed that. So until next time when we can get wild in bed all over again, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is devil and wild wish.
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