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a listener's fantasy and mmr threesome with difference. Something to tantalize your desires when we go back? Is it truly ever the same when we try to relive our youth? Maybe there is something else, something waiting to be discovered. As Lauren returned to her sanctuary, her place of lasting protection from our teenage years, it's history, one mass twist,
a darker passion might have forgotten. Is she ready to explore the depths of her last Hi is Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking of fantasies. M Now take a moment, if you haven't already, and subscribe to this channel. Just hit that follow button so you don't miss a single moment. And there are some
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the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And when you're ready to submit to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and then let it over the side, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. You have decided this is your time, your time to relax, your time for sense, your satisfaction, your time to release those in a pastis hm. As she listened to my
voice and filled the story caressing through your body. The grass felt damp as Laurence stopped in the middle of a clearing. The sun was already setting, making her lazy way towards the horizon. The moon was glowing, casting her silvery veil across the forest around her. Laurence sighed as she watched the stars twinkled to life. They're pinpoints of radiance, emphasizing the presence of the moon, somehow underlining her authority in the night sky. She really couldn't remember which direction
she was meant to be going. She had been in this forest years ago. I knew these were only trees, so they didn't change that much, But damn if she couldn't find the path she wanted. The whole forest looked so different now. It might only be fifteen years ago, but what had happened to these trees? She didn't even really know why she wanted to visit the old chapel years ago. It was a run down building. God knows
if it was even still standing. But when she was younger, the chapel had always been the place to escape to. Whenever there was problems or troubles at home, she could just go to the chapel and escape hide out for a few days. It truly was her sanctuary. Of course, as she grew up and realized that that broken down building couldn't offer any security, she stopped using it and somewhere over the midst of time, it just disappeared from her thoughts until now. Now she felt like she needed
the chapel more than ever. The chapel held all the answers. She was never one to admit when she was wrong or even lost, so she wasn't about to start now. Just continuing to push through the undergrowth despite there not being any obvious path, she allowed the thorns and branches to pull at her skirt and clothing, the repeated sound of ripping material just fueling her desire to push further. She knew it was here, somewhere. It had to be.
Old buildings just don't get up and walk away, and you really didn't get much older in these parts than the chapel. It might have taken an hour, maybe two, but eventually Lauren stumbled over a path which looked vaguely familiar. Following it, every step seemed to be a step back in time, back to when she was so much younger,
and she still felt hopeful for the life ahead. She couldn't be sure, but Lauren thought she could smell the dying embers of a fire, that same smell she had smelled so many times when she was here when she was younger, when the chapel had been a destination for all of them, a place they could sleep out at night and not have to worry about putting up a tent, a place where they had some of the best parties.
Lauren had ever attended, and her dark secret was that she'd actually lost her virginity in this very chapel over the altar, if you're interested. They had both been young and naive, so the fact it was on the altar was the most memorable thing about it was nice enough, but Lauren realized soon after that he wasn't the man for her. The moonlight cast its eerie glow over the park of the trees, illuminating them in the most beautiful way.
As she traveled along the path deeper into the forest, the bark seemed to spark to life, glowing in the moonlight, and even in the darkness of the night. This path felt strangely familiar, almost as if she could be walking it again, just as she had all those years ago. Eventually it opened up into a wide area amongst the trees. The familiar tumbledown stone of buildings long since forgotten decorated
the ground. When there were kids. They would tell each other that the buildings were once part of a grand mansion of an incredibly wealthy family, built to humility by the devilish antics of one's son who had brought nothing but shame to his family name. Eventually, the story went, the locals, who were extremely religious, burned the mansion to the ground, believing the son was a spawn of Satan himself.
The legend went that although he was in the house with many of his lovers as the building was engulfed with flame, none of them screamed, No one shouted, Not one of them begged for mercy, knowing they were destined for their rightful place in the flames of hell. It was always a favorite story set around that camphire, and every year they would decorate it. While there would be more illustration, more passion into the story, there had been a time when Lauren had taken more than a passing
interest in the local legend. She actually investigated the old building that had been on the side, and it was true there was once a mansion, and what's more, the family that owned it did actually fall onto hard times within a single generation. The reports, such as they were at the time, seemed to say that the fire had actually been accidental, and the son of the devil who had perished in the flames was nothing more than a
young man troubled by his sexuality. Of course, back then times were different, and many things would be cast as the devil's work, particularly the homosexual sun of a wealthy, prominent family. The moonlight seemed to isolate the chapel with its veil as she approached the forest around it, disappearing as the light gently danced across the old stone, casting a magical aura over the grave facire. There was almost something relaxing without seeing this building once more, after all
this time. Laurence sighed as she stood on the edge of the clearing, holding her breath for a moment and just absorbing the view in front of her, a view she thought she'd never see again, or ever really want to. And yet here she was, staring at over three hundred year old stones for all her life, feeling like she
had returned home once again. It was true. As much as she wanted to night, as much as she wanted to pretend this was part of her imagination, she dannwell missed this place and all its collapsing history well than she thought possible. Taking a deep breath, Lauren took a step forward and pushed her way through the undergrowth that surrounded the old chapel. A fog of insects sparkled in the moonlight, disturbed from whatever slumber they were engaged in.
Pushing her fingers through the knotted ivy, Lauren eventually discovered the edge of a nutjar door. The door had been opened this way, certainly ever since she had known this place. Occasionally people would tear down the ivy so locals might visit the old chapel, But somehow, always, within days, the ivy had grown and the undergrowth returned to ensure the building's entrance was hidden from all those that didn't already know,
or maybe the chapel didn't want knowing. As she pushed through the undergrowth into the building beyond, she had to admit the gap between the door and the wall felt a little tighter than it had when she was younger. Perhaps the door had moved after all, Perhaps the ivy had bordered a little more closed than it had all those years ago. After all, that was the only sensible conclusion Lauren could reach about the change in circumstances. A
carpet of green recovered the floor. Brief glimpses of moonlight ignited the dew that hung on the leaves, diamonds glittering over the ancient stone. Just as when she was younger, there were moments when Lauren felt the chapel was speaking to her, intrusting her with the secrets of this old building and charging her with keeping the secrets safe. There was something truly magical in this chapel. Lauren felt it felt like she belonged to it, as if the place
was where she always wanted to be. How could she possibly have denied herself for all this time? Pulling the undergrowth from a stone seat beneath an old mully and window, Lauren reclined and closed her eyes, releasing all the stress of the day. It was here, she remembered, here where she could feel truly safe within these walls. She could never explain why, but she really did feel safe here, oddly enough, safer that when she was in any church
the other building. Here truly was her sanctuary. Listening to the sounds that echoed gently around the hollow room, the comforting whisper of a natural spring bubbling life into a font relaxing and inviting her to sleep, to immerse herself in the relaxation that gently pulsed in the fabric of this building. How long she slept, she couldn't be shun or she did know that when she awoke, she wasn't alone anymore. Two men occupied the shadows on the edge
of the room, their broad shoulders dominating her view. Content to remain hidden within the shadows, Lawn pressed herself back tighter against the wall. Unsure who these men were or their intentions, she certainly didn't want the day to get any worse. There was a strange tension between the two men. Lauren couldn't decide if it was anger of frustration or maybe something else, but certainly the electricity seemed to crackle through the air as the two men stalked each other
around the stone altar in the center. Suddenly, a clap of flesh echoed in the chapel, the sounds of two strong bodies embracing, engulfing each other in their muscled grasps. The sound more felt than herd as it resonated around the chapel, forcing Laurent to WinCE at the sensation that vibrated through a body. The two men pressed their chests together, fingers entwined as they wrestled each other against the altar. Lauren's pupils dilated at the erotic power plane unfolding before her.
These two men seemed to be battling each other for supremacy, to see who would be in charge, and suddenly Lauren realized her pussy was trembling. Aching at this pleasurable thought. Whiting on her lip, Lauren tried desperately to suppress a wildfire of passion it was already growing inside, a gentle whimper that dropped from her lips as she watched the
two men's hands moving over then naked torsos. An energy vibrating between these men more powerful than she could imagine possible, an electricity that lit up the dark hair, igniting the space in the chapel. Their thumbs pressed into their tight muscles, pushing deeply, with their fingernails digging into each other's chest, tormenting their already erect nipples as they pinched them roughly.
The two men lost in each other's gazes, consumed by an erotic desire that Lauren could only watch, spellbound by her own lustful thoughts as their hands squeezed over the tight muscles of their abdomen, pushing lower, their hands gripping each other intimately, and one of the men suddenly reached down and unbuckled the other's jeans, tearing the leatherbout from their denim hoops, before letting the cascade down his thighs, amassing into a heap around his ankles, before grabbing the
man's swollen cock and stroking it through his shorts. The deep moans of a frustrated desire echoed in the chapel as he squeezed his partner's erection tightly, gently milking the tip. Your pretty little cock want to come, she heard one man ask, and watched the couple engrossed in their desires as the other nodded his reply. Not yet, not until I say, the first man said. But now you can get on your knees and make my cock tremble with your lips, and when you've tasted every last drop, I
might consider letting you come in my ass. Loren's fingers dug into her thighs, pressing through the gentle material, she stroked the sensitive skin. It never considered watching two men together could be so erotic and so pussy tingling. But right now she couldn't think of anything hornier than watching these two men fuck the daylights out of each other.
Her own slick already kissing down her thighs, stroking the soft skin as her desire grow, and stopping herself as she realized she was standing in anticipation, trying to get a better view of the man who knelt on his knees, lavishing his tongue around the erect shaft that trembled before him, his lips sucking gently along every inch of that sensitive cock.
Every movement of his mouth screamed that he worshiped the cock in front of him, Cupping the man's bulls and squeezing them gently as his fingers pushed further back, tormenting him further, forcing his cock even stiffer as it trembled with passion. Even in the moonlight, Lauren could watch it, throbbing with desire. Every motion between the two men occupied
her thoughts obsessively. She watched as the one stood pushed his fingers through his own hair as if flaunting his cock in front of the other's mouth, tormenting him with the pleasure. He so desired, proudly displaying the impressive size of his erection as he pushed it towards his partner's mouth. Slowly, his lips lid over the tip of the man's cock, his mouth stretched to take him fully and deeply in
his throat. Lauren's fingers pressed against her sudden panties, massaging her lips, her clip through the soft material, matching the speed and rhythm of the man's head as he slipped his mouth along that impressive length, taking his cock deep into his throat, as Lauren pushed her fingers between her wet lips, fucking deep into a pussy without even thinking, as if hypnotized by watching the pendulous motion of the
man giving a blow job. As his pace quickened, his head moving faster, the passion rising, Lauren's fingers pushed deeper into a pussy, fucking herself with determined thrust, wanting to come in perfect time as that cock exploded in the man's mouth. For a moment, she could imagine the taste of kissing come from his lips, from the tight skin of their chest and down their stomach, and what those two men might do to a fragile body as they explored each and every our office to satisfy their desires.
Lauren could feel her or hassen rising, accelerating as a body tensed, watching the man's fingers pulling into his partner's hair, his mouth taking that cock even deeper as his bull slapped on his chin with each pussy electrifying thrust. Lauren could almost feel his balls tightening, his pre come rising as his cock trembled in the man's throat, tasting that first hint of pleasure as he fucked deeper and harder.
Owning his mouth, her fingers grasped their breast, squeezing them tightly as she watched his button's tense and thrust that hard cock even more urgently into the welcoming mouth of the man on his knees. There was a voice suddenly, somewhere in the darkness, a voice that just said, you can come for me now. Her thighs tensed around her hand, gripping it tightly as her fingers pushed deeper, watching the two men melt into a pool of desire as his
body tensed him. With perfect timing, the man on his knees thrust a finger deep into his ass, forcing an explosion that consumed his whole body, the streams of white comb spilled down his chin and dripping over the tight muscles of his chest. Unable to control her orgasm any longer, Lauren's fingers pushed deep inside her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clip with vicious desire. As her fingernails dug into her breast and her body erupted, her orgasm cascading through
every cell. Closing her eyes, she sank into the oblivion of erotic pleasure, and somewhere in the distance, she could hear her voice moaning that deepest pleasure, guttural, nanimalistic. There was no sense or rhyme to the words, just sheer, unadulterated passion that consumed her mind and body. Opening her eyes, Lauren realized that Chapel was silent, painfully aware she had screamed her pleasure for all to hear, and that she was now the focus of the two men's attention as
they stalked towards her. Everybody's naked and listening with come. So part one of that little story, will I hope you've enjoyed it? Part two next week, and I if you could see me, you'd see how rolling my eyes innocently. What could be going on next? Wow, you're just gonna have to tune in next mm hmm. And if you do have a fantasy you desire, just drop me an email devilin at wildinbed dot com at mm hmmm. Let's
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