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could trust. Her career, her confidence, her passion all destroyed as she sinks into the darkness of her life, wishing for it all to end, the moment of last resort. And even then, in the depths of the dark, there is a flicker of light. But where does it lead? Hi, It's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking

good fantasies. Now this episode, I have to warn you it does touch on some pretty edgy subjects and it is particularly dark. I'm just letting you know. You know, for hundreds of years that post orgasmic state, you know, when your mind is away as often be described as as the friend would say that the tea mort the little death, and that's really what has inspired this story. Hm hmm. I told you was going to get dark,

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dipped toward the city headline. Darkening orange pands filled the sky, creating a beautiful backdrop to the skyscrapers. Pinpricks of office lights dimmed to black as the city slowly moved towards closing for the night. Through the open window, voices drifted up from the streets, the harried sounds of people desperate to get home. Various styles of car horns sounded their

angry fanfare as drivers irritably pushed along the roads. Shutters clashed as the night time stores opened their doors for trade, and the first fragrances of promise food filled the air in the office. Lisa leaned back in her leather chair, Swiveling slowly. She put a heeled foot on the desk, her stilettos etching a line across the dark Mahogany one lone desk lab tried to illuminate the room. She hadn't had the light on during twilight hours since the incident.

The ice in her glass chinked against the crystal that held her generous measure of Russian vodka. Lazily, she cast her eyes over the various awards and certificates that adorned the walls, markers of her success that proved to be so fragile, a future that seemed to promise much, but when it came down to it, it was never enough. Lisa sighed as she pondered her life. How many things can change on the toss of an eye, leaving just an empty shell, a numb corpse, a walking zombie desperate

for sensations. It all had been so easy once, those years before it happened when she was full of hope and promise and trust was so easily given those days before she met Mark, and she learned the brutal reality of life somewhere her phone shined to life, illuminating the room more brightly than the lamp. Lisa picked up the phone from the desk and cast a glance over it, Briefly recognizing the number, she declined the corn just another man.

There have been hundreds of them, or maybe not hundreds, but certainly more than she could remember or cared to admit to. Ever since Mark had dragged her confidence down into the mud, she had desperately thought to recapture the sensuality she had enjoyed before she met him, and that resulted in a lot of empty relationships. But the fact

was she was now numb, her body a carcass. She enjoyed the thought of men getting off using her body, but didn't experience the same climactic pleasures with them she once had. Raising her fingers to her cheek, the bruises had long since gone, the scars now healed, but the pain festered incessantly inside her. In the shadows in the corner of her office, she could barely make out the photo of the partners of the legal firm where she

had aspired to do so much. She just knew that Mark's face was glaring out of that photo, daring her to challenge him. She had tried, She had taken it before the board even reported the abuse to the ethics committee, and all for nothing. In fact, things were even worse because of it. She had effectively been demoted and stuffed into this back office. Is nothing more than a glorified clerk. Mark had made it clear following her complaint that her

career was over in the legal industry. Truly had nothing to look forward to. Her hope was gone. Although Lisa's body was numb to the touch of man, insensitive to their seductions, she could still pleasure herself, her only release in an otherwise barren sensual life. Taking a sip from the glass of alcohol, she smiled ruefully, staring at the unseen photo hidden by shadows, She whispered, Is this what

you want? She said, as she parted her thighs, her pencil skirt falling back up her legs, exposing her lace panties to Markster and glare you bastard, She cursed, knowing it had been a mistake to have an affair with the senior partner in the firm. She was an intelligent woman when she had taken the bar. She was top, the best, all the top legal firms had been desperate to employ her. How could she have been so stupid

to believe his lies? But that was then, before the affair, before the abuse, before Lisa became known as the courtroom slut. In the days following the relationship with Mark, Lisa tried desperately to rekindle her passions and rediscover her confidence once more, to once again enjoy the desires and sensuality he had

beaten out of her. Of course, it had started as a sex came between them, a little spanking, a little bondage, But the spanking became more aggressive and the bondies more painful, and Lisa frankly out of excuses for the bruises across her face. She just still couldn't believe that, as an intelligent woman she had brought his lies. He was never going to leave his wife, nor his children, nor his

holiday home out at the lakes. Mark treated her like a slut, and after they finished, Lisa couldn't see herself in any other role and parted her thighs for any man who asked. The sex became pointless and empty, leaving a hollow feeling in sight. So she really couldn't imagine ever being intimate with a man properly again. He had truly ruined her, her career dead, raped of her desires, and her reputation shattered. Lisa could really see no way

out of this mess. Raising a glass to the photo in the corner one last time for you, Mark, you never did make me come, She down the last of the vodka in the glass, replacing the crystal on the desk. Lisa turned her thighs slowly to face the photo and parted them a little wider. Men might not be able to give her or chasms, but as she certainly could. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breast to the night air. Her nipples ate from the vicious caress

of the breeze as it bit on her flesh. Taking the vodka covered ice from the glass, she brushed it over her nipples, slowly, paying special attention to her one, paying special attention to the piercings the press or her nipples. Squirming in her chair as the first waist of delightful passion caressed her body, she raised her hips a little so she might pull her skirt further up the cool air of the night breeze whipped viciously at her warm folds, a biting caress of fucy ache in her body to grow.

Lisa's hips gyrated in the leather seat, her pussy already swollen and demanding attention. Her fingers slid over her stomach, tracing a line with the vodkasote ice is cold caress, accentuating the throbbing already there in her core. Tracing her fingers lower still, the sting of the ice bitter the soft flesh of her thighs. She could feel her pussy throbbing, pulsating,

wanting more. Pushing her feet against the desk, she raised her hips to meet the touch of the cold ice bite through the soft, mature liver panties, sliding the cubil on the length of a pussy up and down, teasing the sensitive nub. The cold drops of water traced a line between her lips and dribbling down and forcing her ass to clench to clutch with fervent desire, Lisa moaned hoarsely as her fingers edged her panties aside, exposing her

desire to the bite of the night air. As her fingers slid between her wet lips, the brutal caress of the ice, tormenting her need, the delicious sting of vodka biting her nub, forcing a new wave of pleasure to cascade through her body, biting her lip as her body twisted. Tortured by the raptures of pleasure, Lisa's hand clutched her breast, squeezing her nipple painfully with vicious strokes of her finger

into a pussy. The sensation just continued to grow, a wildfire ignited within her body that she had no hope to control. Suddenly, her back arched, her pussy clenched against her fingers, squeezing the ice one last time. As her

thighs tightened. Tormented by the waves of her orgasm, pushing her fingers deeper inside, massaging those spots that only she knew, perpetuating her pleasure, Lisa's fingernails dug into her breast, pinching her nipples, roughly twisting them, pulling them as fingers plunged

eves and deeper. Wave after wave cascaded down her body, exploding through her pussy, her click trembling with violent pleasure, her body still shaking, her hand reached for the bottle of vodka before pouring a large shot, repeatedly filling her glass and emptying it with a mouthful, Lisa allowed the sensations to subside. Once they finally calmed, she sat back upright, adjusting her clothes to look at least a little professional.

She then reached down into the drawer at the top of the desk, putting it open and retrieving a package. The package opened easily in her hand, and as she tipped a handful of white pills into her palm, she swallowed them quickly between the bottle of vodka to chas him down her throat. Casting one last angry stare at the photo in the corner, she hissed, fuck you, Mark, fuck all of you. As she closed her eyes and

lay back in the chair. The darkness of the soporific sleep stole over her quickly, the dark memories of all that had happened slipped from her grasp. There was a sensation like sliding into a warm bath as all her senses drifted away, the darkness becoming heavier like a veil of lead. But even in that darkness, somewhere in the distance, there was a spark of life, like a new day. Beginning a dawn awry and as she focused on that bright spot, curious as it slowly grew, her senses squinting

at the painful brightness that was blinding her mind. Like watching the sun in its first moments of dawn, as its bright rays cascaded over the earth, the light faded, but left a silver silhouette edged in the dark, the shape of a man that seemed to be moving toward Lisa. The rhythm of his movements was smooth and sensual, as if he flowed or out of the walked. Lisa started to speak to ask where she was. His only response was a sensation of a finger upon her lips, quieting

her as he leaned forward. You are here, and that is all that matters, he whispered, with warm tones, a resonance to his voice that seemed to massage her very core and relax her mind. You can call me Luke, he said, answering her next unasked question, as the heat

of his voice somehow took Lisa into relaxation. Even in this moment of absolute confusion, his presence moved around somehow, the resonance of his being caressing her body like no other, a sensation sparked something long forgotten, a distant memory from before darkness came into her life. It was as if being next to him, the scent of him, the sound of him, filled her being with a new desire. Her mind confused by the situation, Lisa whispered the only question

she could think of. Are you a demon or an angel? She asked, somewhere in the darkness. A laugh shook the atmosphere, dark and threatening, yet strangely erotic. That rather depends on her, you ask, he replied, mischievously, the silhouettes of his face becoming clearer, His eyes burned with a passionate light, fueled by a desired Lisa had never known. Taking her unresisting hand, Luke led her into the darkness. Lisa followed willingly, the

strength of anticipation consuming her mind. So where is Luke taking Lisa? Is he truly good or evil? Is she dead? Or maybe somewhere else something else is going on? So many questions. You'll just have to tune in next week to find out more. So until next time when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devil in wild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you solacious dreams. I went into state the ducted paget in at stucted page