Forbidden Flames: Elissa’s Erotic Awakening : Part 1

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step into your deepest desires. So let's begin, shall we. On this episode of Erotic Stories from Wild in Bed, a taboo listeners erotic fantasy. After years together, Melissa has finally found the strength to leave her partner Brandon, But on nights like this alone in a bar drinking whiskey, she wondered if it was really the right choice. But when Bricks, Brandon's best friend, appears in the bar, she has to wonder if this is just luck or is

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you immerse yourself in the pleasure. Sitting at the bar, surrounded by dozens of people enjoying the end of a week on a Friday night, A Lisa felt so alone after she had left work that evening, she made a spur of the minute decision to go out for a drink. Why, she didn't know, just that she didn't want to be home alone. Instead, she was alone at a bar. She lifted her drink, a whiskey sour, to a lips. The drink slid smoothly down, telling her the bartender knew their stuff. Sighing,

she saved the flavors on her tongue. Alisa barely registered someone sitting on the store beside her. It wasn't until she heard her name that she was pulled from her brooding thoughts.

Briggs reached out and took hold of her chin, gently but firmly. He turned her head so that her eyes met his. Lisa, listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're not the one who did anything wrong. Brandon would never have treated me the way he did if I'd been enough. Stop it, you, hear me, Stop this. Brandon is the one who should apologize to you. You did not deserve to be treated the way he treated you. He's the one who fucked up, not you. Elisa could

feel the tears pricking the corners of her eyes. But I was a bad wife. All I ever did was complain. I couldn't do anything right. I'm fat. Her words died on her tongue at the angry look in Bricks's hatel eyes and the low growl that escaped him. He was looking at her like well, she could not describe the look. All she did know was that no man had ever looked at her like he was. Brandon surely hadn't unless she was going crazy. He looked angry, not at her,

but for her. You were a great wife. You took care of the house, made sure the bills were paid on time, did his laundry, cooked his meals, all that while working full time yourself. As for you being fat, I'm calling bullshit, he said, his barytone voice taking on an edge that she had never heard before. You were always a terrific hostess when Brandon had our poker nights or entertained. I don't know many women who would silently take Briggs broke off and took a swallow of his beer.

This peeked at Liza's interest. However, what was he insinuating? Did he mean what she was thinking? He meant? She licked her lips and took a slow breath before speaking, take what bricks. His body almost shook at the breath he released, as if he was expelling all those emotions he felt. After a few heartbeats, he once more locked

eyes with her. There was that look again. It shot through her as she met his gaze, waiting for him to explain the jokes, the innuendos at Brandon and some of the others made I know you had to have heard on those nights, didn't you. Eliza looked away again and nodded kind of hard not to hearing Brandon and the others laughing at me when they assumed I couldn't hear. Well, I never heard you join them, but the others that's because I would never degrade a woman that way. Eliza.

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry for what, she asked, her head snapping up looking at him in the low bar light, and shock for not stopping them, not saying something to them. When he told us you filed that last night, He honestly thought you weren't serious, so did the others, But I knew better. I had watched over the years as you started getting more and more upset, though you never voiced it. Brandon would tell me this version of arguments you two had at the office, how he would blow

off your feelings. He would tell me how you were just an overly emotional woman, but never looked at himself. It pissed me off. Eliza knew her eyes had to be wide now and her mouth a gape in surprise you you were pissed off for me. Bris's eyes met hers again without hesitation. He nodded, I was I still am Eliza. I'm so sorry I never said anything to stop him or the others bricks. Eliza breathed. Eliza felt her heart pounding now. Sitting there in the low light,

her eyes tethered to Brix's. Those hazel eyes seemed almost ethereal in the light, boring to hers, almost as if he were silently trying to convey something that she could not decipher. Unconsciously, her tongue slipped out over her lower lip. Her body felt an electric charge she had not felt in so long, and Briggs was the cause. Slowly, Briggs lifted a hand from where he had been resting it on his thigh, almost as if reaching towards the skittish cat.

He kept his movement slow as he gently cupped her cheek. The barely audible whimper she released was encouraging and hot as hell. He studied. Eliza washed her brown eyes close and her head leaned into his touch, a look of pure bliss washing over her face. It thrilled him, and he wanted to see that look on her face again. How many times over the nearly fifteen years of knowing this woman had he wanted to do this, to fill her skin against his hand, to just pull her into

his arms and hold her. All those poker knights that Brandon and the others had laughed about her, talked down about her, they teased him when he would defend her, when in reality he had wanted to find her, pull her into his arms and hold her. Now he could do just that. Sitting on his barstel, Bricks reached out his other arm and pulled Eliza into him. He did not miss the way her body tensed, but that did

not stop him. Gently and firmly, Bricks enveloped Eliza into his arms, her head now against his shoulder as he stroked up and down her back hesitantly. He felt her arms move and encircle him. Eliza, he breathed, unsure if she heard him him Over the dinner of the bar. Eliza's head was spinning as she sat on the edge of the barstel, being held by Bricks Cooper. Of all of Brandon's friends, this man had been the only one who made any effort to talk to her, to engage

with her in any way. He had always been able to make her smile. At one time, Brandon had accused her of having a crush on him, which was true, but she only admitted that to herself. Then he would follow that up with a guy like Bricks could never want a woman like her. Emotions flooded her then, emotions she had believed were short up in her mind. Her hands clutched the cotton t shirt he wore as she

buried her face into his shoulder. Her tears she had kept at bay broke free silently in this man's embrace. Those tears came on. Wanted. Embarrassed, she tried to pull away, but Briggs's arms refused to let her and only tightened around her. She felt him stroking the back of her head. I've got you now, Eliza, You're safe. Now, just let it go. Briggs whispered, ay, can you take me home? Please? Eliza requested, her voice cracking. Did you drive or took

an uber Then let's get out of here, sweetheart. Sitting in the passenger seat of Briggs's truck, Eliza took several breaths. She felt horribly embarrassed at losing it there at the bar and in front of Bricks of all people. When he called her sweetheart, A delicious and forbidden shiver shot through her. What the hell was happening here between her and Bricks. You're right over there. Yeah, I'm sorry about losing it in the bar. You have no need to

apologize to me. I have a feeling what happened was a long time coming, Eliza. Yes, Briggs, when was the last time someone comforted you? The question stunned her. God, when had been the last time? Brendan surely had not, not even when she lost her grandmother and mother. Oh, he had said he was sorry and went to the funerals with her, But that was all. She frowned as she thought about Briggs's question. II. God, can't even remember, Eliza managed. Briggs just hummed but said nothing further as

he continued driving. Eliza sat there, looking at the window, feeling herself calming down again. When Briggs had placed her in this truck, she had not missed how effortlessly he lifted her off her feet. She knew she was no feather. Brandon constantly reminded her of the fact that, at one hundred and fifty pounds, she needed to get in better shape. It was only in the last year and a half or so she had started to become comfortable with her body, So what if she was no size too and did

not weigh under one hundred and twenty pounds. Out of divorcing Brandon and getting the house in their divorce, she started to try and enjoy herself. She did the things she wanted to ate what she wanted to eat. Hell, there were still times like tonight when those doubts that Brandon had created in her mind crept in how he had been the best thing, and that no man would want a nearly forty something, chubby, lazy woman like her. She was bought out of a musing when Bricks pulled

into her driveway beside her subaru. You want to come in? I kind of ruined your night out, so the least I could do is offer you a drink or something. Sure, Bricks smiled at her, the glow of the dash casting shadows over his handsome face. Before she could do more than unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door, Briggs was out of the truck and at her side. His hands were at her waist and once more effortlessly lifting her from the cab of the truck before sitting her on

her feet. Eliza licked her suddenly dry lips, looking up at him. Briggs was a tall man, almost a foot taller than her, not to mention incredibly good looking and strong. He did not look his age, that was for sure. Reluctantly, she turned from him and led the way to her front door. A feeling washed over her again, the same feeling she fell to the bar when he had cupped her cheek, an awareness she had not felt before, almost like Brigs was looking over her as he followed behind her.

It was quickly followed by embarrassment of that thought. No, that's ridiculous, Briggs could never see me that way. My crush is not reciprocated. Eliza chastised herself, unlocking the front door. She had only taken two steps into the entryway, barely enough to set her keys and purse on the small table before her whorl tilted on its axis. She flipped on the light. Then Brakes grabbed her, spun her and pinned her against the wall, his strong hands shackling her

wrists up over her head. Eliza growled. His lips captured hers, confident demanding, his tongue slid along her lips, making her gasp. Briggs took advantage of her distraction and his tongue invaded her mouth, Swirling dancing with hers, Eliza moaned, sucking his tongue as her body came alive, her nipples diamond hard and throbbing, her pussy going molten between her legs, her

whole body sizzling, knees barely supporting her bricks. We shouldn't I want you, Eliza, Briggs breathed, licking along the column of her neck. I've wanted you for years to feel you come alive for me. I want you to give in, give in to me? How fuck bricks? Your mouth Chuckling against her skin, Briggs lifted his other hand to her hip. Slowly, his hand traveled up her side, learning the curves that

had haunted his dreams since he had met her. Under her skirt and blouse she wore, feeding her tremble and hearing her gasp his name up, his hand continued, reaching the curve of her breast, Needing to feel their weight in his hand, Briggs cupped her, got your breasts feels so good? Perfect fit? Yes, Brigs, Please tell me, sweetheart, have you ever thought of me, imagined me doing this? Eliza whimpert. Briggs lifted his head and looked down at the brunette he had pinned to the wall. Her eyes

were closed. Open your eyes, sweetheart, languidly, her lids lifted. That's a good girl. Now answer me. Have you ever thought of me? Tell me the truth? Yeh, yes, Eliza whispered, Oh, I like that, knowing you've thought of me as I've thought of you. Her eyes widened. You you thought of me, bricks.

His hand slid over the plane of her stomach and explored the inside of Eliza's thigh, massaging it firmly as his gaze burned into her eyes, his pupils dilating with a furious intensity as his fingertips caress the material of her panti's exploring her warm, dampness, teasing her desire higher. Fuck I did every time I came, He groaned as his fingers slid her panties aside and pressed inside her

wet lips. Curling slowly, his fingertips caress the walls of her pussy, kissing every inch, tracing electricity through her body, his gaze burning through her mind. Eliza moaned to her pleasure as her pussy clinched tightly around his fingers, wanting to feel him deeper, needing him to fill her completely, completing her gyrating her hips, she pressed back against his hand, immersing in the sensations moving through her body, orchestrated by

the perfect motion that Briggs his fingers. The pad of his thumb discovered her clint, massaging it in delightfully erotic circles as his fingertips continued to tease her pleasure, forcing her knees to buckle. Briggs his other hand pressed through her hair, holding her tightly as his lips stalked her mouth. Kissing her hungrily, he whispered, come for me, Come on my fingers, opening her eyes again, the intensity of his

passion nailing her to the spot. Eliza could only ride his fingers, pushing them deeper in to her as her body tensed, clenching on to breaks his fingers. As her pleasure cascaded down her body, Breaks leaned down, kissing her once more, this time slower, sideductively. He pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. Even when I was still married,

but more after my own divorce. Every time I heard Brandon talked down to you, every time I saw that hurt in your eyes, all I wanted to do was take you in my arms, make you feel everything you should be feeling, to make you tremble under my fingers, my mouth, to take you away from him. Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Briggs decided to change things up. He lowered her arms, Holding her hand, he tugged her toward the living room. Sitting on the sofa, He eased

it down so she now sat on his lap. He could see that she seemed nervous at this, and he had a pretty good idea why, and immediately wanted to put her insecurities to rest. So part one of our listeners Taboo Fantasy. Yes, well, I hope you've enjoyed it, So next week part two. Now I wonder what insecurities might be there and how he's going to handle those on the sofa. Well, you'll have to tune in next

week to find out. So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.