This story was originally recorded for the Wild and Bed Erotic Stories podcast. And you know you just search for wild in Bed in your podcast app or come and see me at wildinbed dot com. Well, you can just follow the link in this episode notes and keep up to date with all the latest stories. I look forward to seeing you there on this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild and Bed. The final part of our listener's fantasy mm hmm and m m f threesome with a twist.
As ever, with her mind and body now opened, I'm welcoming his lust, the realization of her darkest desires igniting within her mind. And yet there is more. This strange bond they share a deeper desire that touches her very soul. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger liking good fantasies. So the final part of our little mini story.
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So I do hope you're laying on your bed and those earbuds are in, your clothes are loosened. Just go ahead, head and close your eyes, surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh. Let him 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. Hmm. Your time to discover your inner desires as you immerse yourself in the story. The darkness continued to move around Lauren, memories dancing in the shadows, fingers reaching for her, trying to entice her back to a time before, a time
she just couldn't remember. Clearly, she couldn't be sure if she was falling asleep or into some other dream like state, as the sensations already moving through her body certainly felt very real and extremely intense like a dream, She felt truly alive in a fantasy that occupied every sense as she lay prone across the stone altar, its cold kiss caressing her naked back, the contrast with the warm mapped to glow of her previous orgasms, accentuating the effect on
her body as her back arched, tortured by the prolonged pleasure that still echoed through her denied sleep, yet taken somewhere else into some lucid dream. As he continued to indulge her pleasure, his whispers resonating with something deep inside, dragging her darkest desires into the light of day and inflaming them with his passion, a desire Lauren had long since forgotten she was capable of. I already know you, he whispered, his dull voice dancing around her mind. I
knew you when you were still a virgin. We shared your darkest dreams, We made them come to life. Do you not remember wanting to be my come slut? Wanting to surrender to me, to fall to your knees in praise of my hard cock. Do you not remember how much might touch burns through your body? He said, as his fingers traced a line of wildfire over her breast, the simple touch igniting a passion on so many levels, engulfing her body like never before. Lawrence back arched aggressively
in response to his demonic pleasure. As it grasped at her soul. She could feel the silvery cold caress of the moonlight burning through every cell of her naked body, the tension between the heat of his touch and the cold caress of the stone accelerating the pleasure already moving through her body Like a puppet on the string. Her body reacted as his lips neared her again, the heat of his mouth burning at her ears as he whispered, you were mine before you came back. You have always
been mine, pretty baby. Never forget that something about the words. The tone of his voice echoed deep within Lauren, provoking long since forgotten memories, like the words of a song where you can't remember the music, but somehow, just certain words cause you to react. His lips brushed over her neck, tracing a seductive line across her body. Before he whispered, remember the cross the sull tire. A bereave laugh followed
his words, a sound that only tormented Lauren further. Her body twisted as if tied, remembering the dreams, or perhaps the faded memories of being tied to that cross. Was it a dream, perhaps just a fantasy, something she had immersed herself in so many years ago. Her pussy was already swollen in response, still aching from earlier or chasms, as Lauren cursed her body for reacting so readily to the suggestion of desire, for being able to remember the
pleasures she had forgotten. Yet something made it feel so real, as if she was reliving the moment once again. The tip of his tongue teased along her neck. There was something about his touch, his words, at ripped seduction, as Lauren felt her body willingly submit to all his desires and passions. Do you not remember the dreams we shared, those moments alone in your fantasies every night, when you were here pleasuring yourself, away from the eyes and restrictions
of the family home. You could feel me, You could enjoy me completely. Our desires were already entwined even back then, and just like then, you call me once again, right now, and your body aches for me in a way I
cannot ignore. Lauren's fingers tightened interfists, trying desperately to control this desire moving through our body, the conflict and contrast of heating cold, doing nothing to stop it growing further or pussy ate this undeniable longing to be fulked over and over again, hard and intense by this man as
they sank into their darkest desires. Wanting to explore these carnal fantasies consumed every thought, turning her wrists writhing as if beneath a rope tied to that cross, to restricter desires to be at the mercy of this man, this beast before her. Somehow Lauren did know him, but she couldn't remember how memories polled at her brain, prodding her to remember, as if there was something in the past that was desperate to be recalled. How do I know you,
she whispered. Suddenly he was right there next to her face, his fingers gently caressing her chin, not like a harsh beast or a monster unchained, but like a lover, when all they cared about was her well being. We have known each other forever, he replied, his voice soft and caring. We spent nights together while you slept in this very place, in your sanctuary, where we burned as one. Can you no longer fill the fire? As I touch your body?
Lauren closed her eyes as his fingertips traced a line down her naked body, a wildfire of passion trailing a line behind the movement of his hand. Her core clutched at the anticipation as her body trembled, the anticipation of pleasure, gripping her senses. Looking up, his dark eyes looked back at her, their ebony depths shining with his desire, a fire that burned within his soul and seemed to grow larger as he touched her naked body. There was something possessive,
intoxicating about his need. As Lauren felt herself sink into his passion, surrendering to his promise of pleasure. Raising her hand, her fingertips caressed his chest. For the first time, she noticed the fire that burned beneath her touch, the flames that danced across his skin, intoxicating her with glimpses of
the passion and desire they once shared. Unless she could never forget, yet she had and couldn't understand why I know I knew you, she stuttered, I just can't recall where or how time has made you distant from the passion we shared, the fire that burned between us so uniquely. No doubt you'll recall once I reignite that energy within your body. Just go ahead, pretty baby, and close your eyes. Surrender yourself to all that was and all that will
be again. Before this night is out, you will realize how tightly our paths are entwined. Resisting the earth to follow his instructions without question, just for a moment longer, Lauren held his gaze before raising her head and kissing
him tenderly on the lips. The feeling of his lips kissing her back, the gentle passion burning between them, reminding her of her time when it wasn't just hard sex, but a tenderness of truly making love as well, when their souls connected, a glow caressing her memory as she closed her eyes and let her head rest back down, the sensation of his lips as they brushed across her skin,
sending a tingle aching through every cell. His lips glided and tormented her naked body, exciting every nerve with the warmth of his breath, the caress of his tongue. Somewhere behind the touch of his lips, Laura could fill his fingertips, exploring her body, not aggressive or harsh, was slow and sensed, yes, somehow more intense than she could ever remember. Already her desire growing, Lauren parted her thighs to invite him deeper.
The deliciously painful caress of his fingernail tormented her lust higher as he dragged it across the sensitive skin of her thigh, forcing an ache and then a moan to drop from her lips. Her pussy already wet and dripping with desire, it throbbed and burned with the prospect of
a memory rekindled. Suddenly there was a new sensation dancing across her thighs, the delicate pain of sharp pins tracing across her skin, stimulating her senses further, every nerve tingling with pleasure, and somewhere in the distance of her memory,
the words sprung to mind of a pin wheel. The thought dimmer as she sank into the pleasure spiraling through her body, the delightful sting that stimulated every inch, igniting her needs, reminding her of a passion she had denied, parting her thighs as he ran the pinwheel along her legs, forcing every nerve to tingle as he traced it from knees to her panties, the smell of her passion filling
the chapel, her wetness dripping from her folds. There was something about the burning sensation as it moved through the nerves of her legs. It took her pussy and made it swollen with passion, filling her mind with her darkest desires. Pressing her back into the altar, Lauren opened her legs to invite that pain wherever he chose to place it as he traced line across the wet material of her panties, the gentle stinging biting at the folds of her pussy.
Holding her breath, Loreen held back and moan as a pinwell moved closer to that most sensitive nub. Somehow instinctively, she knew that when that pin viciously kissed her clid, then she would feel the burning sensation of pleasure moving through her, and she would be gone, lost to his desires, ready to submit to him completely for an eternity. Her pussy exploded as the pinwheel tormented her clip, the stinging pleasure accentuated through her throbbing nub, crying her pleasure. Yet
he didn't yield. He wasn't satisfied with that simple to night as he took a candle, dripping the molten wax across her thigh, mirroring the path of the pinwheel. Her
nerves electrified as raptures of pleasure tormented her body. As the heat of the wax silled her submission to this one moment of single pleasure, Lauren could only moan as her pleasure grew faster, losing her mind to the onslaught of her orgasm, the relentless waves of pleasure that cascaded up and down her body, dragging her soul into the
depths of his desire. As the heat of the wax slowly receded, Suddenly there was a new sensation right there along her sides, as melted eyes dripped over the sensitive flesh,
accelerating her desires like nothing else. The torturous contrast between heat and cold tormenting her further as she twisted on the altar and desperate for satisfaction to fill his hard cock within her, filling her completely as he made her his own, her mind confused, flooded with desire, the burning sensation between her thighs now even more intense, her body dancing between the extremes of emotion, between the contrasting feelings, pressing through a body of light and dark, of heat
and cold, as she fell to herself, torn as her pussy clutched relentlessly, needing to feel him inside her. And then for a moment, everything went quiet. There was no sound in the room apart from their breaths in perfect
time as they melted into each other. Consumed by her desire, Lauren didn't notice the caress of the feather at first, is firm and gentle strokes, orchestrating her desires higher, her nerves electric the caress of the feather just eccelerating it further, the accumulation of senses re affirming her need to feel him inside her, as she pressed her feet down and forced her hips higher, exposing her pussy to the chapel air.
Raising her feet over his shoulder, he lifted her higher as his cock pressed hard against her, his swollen desire tormenting her pussy as her clip throbbed intensely, ready for his invasion. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind, and Laura lifted her hips a little higher, forcing his cock to
press against her tight rosette. The unspoken request was accepted and acknowledged as his fingers teased across the lips of her pussy, tracing her wet slick across her folds before sliding two fingers deep into her sex, massaging the walls roughly and with undeniable passion, Her pussy clutching along the length of his fingers, trying to hold him tightly as he thrust deeper, loring gast as his fingers slid out,
and she relaxed herself, knowing what was next. As his fingers teased between the cheeks of her ass, she relaxed that private space to invite him inside. His fingers dripping with her pleasure, slipped easily through that tight muscle to the nirvana beyond, thrusting and exploring, her pleasure continuing to grow as her rass relax fully awaiting the sensation they
both knew she wanted. His first uss was gentle and considerate, pressing his heart cock slowly through her tight ring, thrusting with the slick of her pussy, lubricating his journey long and deep thrust as her pleasure intensified, his fingers grasping tightly on her breast to twisting and tormenting her nipples as he quickly pushed his cock deeper inside that tight ass. Reaching between her thighs, Lorn pinched her clit, rubbing it
aggressively as he fucked her ass even deeper. Already, she could feel her orgasm growing as she pushed her fingers deep inside her pussy. The sensation of feeling his cock throbbing against her fingertips through the walls of her pussy intensified her desire as she teased it further, her orgasm gripping every inch of her body. Not until I say, pretty baby, hold that orgasm, he commanded, as his thick
cock pummeled herrass. Lauren tried desperately to control her desire, the ravaging need that traversed every sense, And suddenly there was a sensation as his body tensed, his cock throbbing intensely as he prayed inside her, urgently commanding, come with me, now, pretty baby, Come for me, Come for your daddy, his cock throbbing inside her ass, pushing her fingers deep inside her pussy. She massaged it roughly as streamed of his warm,
calmly exploded from his cock and filled her ass. Loren grasped her pussy, clutching it tightly between her fingers as she let herself go and sank into orgasm. There was no hope of redemption now, her pleasure confirming her lost soul as his cock continued to pulse and throb inside her, accelerating the sensation of aftershocks that moved between them, and in that moment, Lauren knew what it felt like to be taken and to submit to one person completely, without
shame or regret, whatever her desires. As they opened their eyes and giggled gently, the sensations intensified by the energy between them, Lauren could only feel the intense glow of pleasure. Nothing else mattered, not now, not ever, she was exactly where she needed to be as she stuggled a little closer and deeper into his arms, safe and secure as
the memories from years ago gradually came to life. A dream from all that time ago she had shared before she lost him to the storm, in the bay, the memories from yesterday slowly dimmed, unimportant and ready to be forgotten. The accident, the ambulance delight, the desperate need to return to her sanctuary, their sanctuary. Lauren closed her eyes as she whispered gently at last, I am home, letting the memories of yesterday slip into the darkness. So I hope
you enjoyed that little story. So next week, what are we going to do next week? Well, you decide you would do a story. We could do some ASMR. We could do some pillow talk. You do like pillow talk? Don't you do a meditation? Whatever you like? You tell me what you'd like media and tease your neat with So until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again. And this is devil in wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you solacious dreams. The s A s A spat Spain and d into state.
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