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your bed. You just put your earbuts in, loosen your close and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you. 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 then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. 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 sensuous satisfaction, your time to release your inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight Show. The sound of the action movie dimmed, dos kick gently close the bedroom door. The film had only just started, but already the sound of gunfire and explosions spread through their house like a wildfire.
It was hard to believe that there were two floors and several doors between her and the monster of a television. Of course, it had been expensive, the most costly the store had. In fact, price was never an issue now. Had she known just how intrusive it would be when they were talking to the over excited salesman, then that would have been a very different issue, just another overly expensive plaything to distract from the lack of passion that filled the house. Kate lay on her bed and sighed.
Closing her eyes, she let her mind drift back to the early days when her and Alan moved into that tiny apartment together. That day, they couldn't even afford a new bed, so had brought her one on credit, all made up when they moved in. Somehow she had sweep taught the landlord into letting her move it in the day before it hadn't taken long to occupy the apartment. They only had three boxes between them and a suitcase
of clothes each. Within two hours of moving in, they had unpacked everything and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at each other in truth, feeling a little lost. Neither of them had lived with anyone else until then. Kate had lived with her parents and Alan was a confirmed bachelor. Actually living with somebody seemed like a large step into the unknown. Alan shyly pulled a badly wrapped present from his bag and handed it to her, who was a housewarming present. He said with a nervous smile.
It's nothing much, his voice warm with emotion as he waited for her to unwrap it. Holding it in her hand. It was obviously a book, one falling apart at the bindings by the feeling of it. Suddenly, Kate was anxious to unwrap it, just in case it fell apart into a pile of papers on the floor. She knew it couldn't have got much. Neither of them had two cents to rub together, she blushed as she looked at it. You shouldn't have I didn't get you anything. Allan always
managed to do this. He was a junior salesman in a used car lot, which meant he dealt with customers no one else wanted to bother with, and his commissions reflected that. Yet somehow he always managed to produce the most thoughtful gifts. It embarrassed Kate to know she couldn't match his creativity with such things. His eyes sparkled with the eagerness as her fingers lid through the loose wrapping.
He might come up with the best presents, but he was useless at wrapping them, Kate mused, thankfully, the poor binding held as the last of the wrapping paper dropped into a pile on the floor. Kate turned the book over in her hand and studied the poorly drawn cover for a moment. She read the title aloud, Sex Stories for Kate, compiled by Alan. She looked up into his expectant eyes before leaning in and kissing him deeply. As their lips parted, he said, it's all your favorite sex
stories in one book. Thought it might help when I'm reading them to you. There's a thousand and one in there. I could be your very own erotic share has aid, He grinned wildly. Early on in their relationship, Kate had discovered that hearing Allan recounter erotic stories to her had all sorts of effects on her body she hadn't experienced before. Her toes cured odd as he whispered the titles, promises
of pleasure dripping from every word. They could have called it for play, but the truth was that by half way through the stories, any story, and usually before it came even to the truly erotic part, she was already seated. There was just something of about the way he narrated that made her whole body vibrate with pleasure. Standing from the bed, she walked over to the window and drew
the blinds closed. Walking back, she handed the book to Alen and whispered, there's a bed here that needs christening and a book that is desperate to have your lips or rate it. We're both off work today. Why don't we put both of them out of their misery? Sounds like a planned Alan staid, taking the book, Leaning to the knights down, he switched the bedside limpon as Kate lay on the bed, her fingers tracing over his lips
as she whispered, seduced me with your voice. Allan lay next to her turning on his side so she could feel the delicious warmth of his breath as he started the story. His resonant words caressed her body as she succumbed to the story. Of course, he had changed the name, so it was all about Kate and Allan. Now sinking into his voice, Kate's fingers traced over her shirt, feeling every touch of every word. Her body responded so beautifully. Knowing Allan was watching her turned her on even more.
Her thumb now circled her already a rec nipples, teasing them through the soft matual of her shirt, forcing her back to arch gently. His fingers caressed her neck playfully as he spoke, conjuring fantasies to spread through her body. Her fingers teased along the buttons of her shirt, exposing her nakedness beneath tightening. Her hands grasped at her breasts, squeezing them in a bit to suppress the wildfire that already burned through every vein in her body. God, she
was so close already. If she could botle his voice, then they could make a fortune. But there was no weight on earth that she was going to share this magic with any other woman. Unbuttoning her jeans, she lifted her hips and slid the denim down her thighs, kicking them off. Her hips lowered back into the mattress, the soft glow of the bedside lamp kissing over her skin
and teasing at the lace of her panties. Somehow, his voice moved between her thighs, every vow, caressing the sudden material, forcing her legs to part with a tremble of need, her thighs tensing the warm caress of her desire, already kissing down the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. Kate's breath shortened, low moans emanating from deep inside between gas she managed to utter, get one of my toys. Without waiting, Allan reached for the night stand and retrieved
one of her favorite vibrators from the drawer. A gentle buzz filled the room. Kate couldn't help but moan loudly as Allan teased the latex over her skin, edging it between her breasts. A rapture of pleasure followed the vibrator as it moved over her body, her pussy clutch furiously as it explored her nipples. In desperate for attention. Kate's hips lifted as if meeting the thrust of an invisible cock.
Her core tightened at the felix spreading through her. Pushing her hands down between her thighs, she slid her fingers inside the dripping lace of her panties. Please, she moaned, the throbbing of her pussy becoming a trembling ache for satisfaction. Allan slid down her body, the caress of his lips creating a fountain of pleasure. As he moved lower. Kate moved her panties to one side, welcoming the firm caress of his tongue around the throbbing knub of her clip.
She slid her fingers through his hair as he sucked hard on her folds, rubbing his stubble so intimately over her body, the tingling caress of his lips sending shok ways from head to toe. Holding her breath as he
slipped the vibrator between her lips. Kate's thighs tightened around his head as she felt the echo of the vibrator pulsing along his tongue as he rested it against his chin, Her pussy clutching at the wave of vibrations pushing inside her, forcing it to thrust in and out of her dripping sex. The wave of his words resonated in perfect symphony with the throbbing in her core, every vow inflaming the story inside her, bringing it to life as a fantasy burned
through a pussy. The shock of pleasure forced her rise open as Alan watched her hungrily over her mound, his gaze fixated on every movement across her face. The light of the bedside lamp sparkled furiously in his eyes as her orgasm pummeled her body, his tongue relentlessly punishing her clip while the vibrator filled her completely, throbbing along the
walls of her pussy. Closing her eyes, she tightened her legs further around his head, pulling him closer, wanting him to taste every drop of pleasure cascading down through her body. Moaning loudly, Kate's fingers stayed inside her pussy, enjoying the sensation of her corps massaging along them. Of course that was then, and this was now, the echoes of the distant action movie covering her pleasure, and of course things had changed. It had been great for a few years,
Alan started getting larger and larger commission checks. Within two years they had managed to rent out a larger apartment, one with his own garden, which Kate took great pleasure in making it look beautiful. But as the commissions grew, so did the bitterness from the other cell staff, and on Christmas Eve, Alan was fired without warning. He tried to find other work. Bitterness from the car lot had meant that every application he had made was only met
with determined rejection. Within months, the final demands had become angry knocks on the door, and Kate had to watch as their possessions were removed. Eventually they had to let the apartment go downside to something they could afford on Alan's wages as a popwasher. The real change in Alan came that July. They were sat watching the local news and a report came on talking about the car lot
he used to work at. The reporter was congratulating the owner's son for all their car cells over the last year. Alan seethed as he watched it, knowing full well those cells had been down to him. His hand gripped at Kate's shoulder, his body tense. Eventually, he just stood went into the bedroom before leaving the front door, slamming shut in his wake. Kate spent the afternoon pacing the apartment, repeatedly cooling his cell phone, only to be connected to
his voicemail. It was well after dark when he finally returned. Relieved, she swamped him in her arms, expecting him to be drenched in the smell of alcohol, but he was surprisingly sober. Where have you been, she asked softly, tears stinging her eyes. Okay, don't get mad, he said, taking a breath before he eventually continued. You remember my dad's collection of rare watches he left me in his will. Well, I sold them. If I can't get a job on a car lot, I'll set my own up. How when we had them
valued for insurance, there were rest maybe eighty grand. That's not enough to start a car lot, she whispered, infused, No, it isn't. But I did get enough money to buy a used sports car, which I sold two hours ago for cash and a thirty grand profit. I can use that capital to buy more and sell those for a profit. Is duel, titaned as he held Kate's case. No one is treating us like shit. Again, Kate, I'm going to build this business and destroy every fucker who screwed us over,
he said, his eyes hard and cold. And so it began, and became focused on one thing, building his empire and ruining all those that had seen fit to leave him out for the vultures to feast on and at whatever cost. In the past few years, the business had grown leaps and pounds more cash had come into their house than Kate had ever seen, but it seemed like with every car cell Alan she knew and loved died a little more.
When his old employer had filed for bankruptcy, Kate had hoped he would sit back and they could be them again. Yet Alen just saw it asn't signed to move up a gear and dominate the prestige used car market. Everything they bought they paid cash for. Allan was adamant they would never be owing to anyone ever again. All she really wanted to do was go back to the time when they were struggling, but they seemed to be doing it together, Alan and Kate against the world. Those days
seemed long past. Kate wiped a tear from her eye and picked up her cellphone. His screen lit up with a warm glow. Tapping the screen, she opened a secret apps fold her, selecting one. She sighed as it connected. She knew this wasn't right, but she needed it for her sanity. She felt so alone pretty much every day now. Eventually a message popped onto her screen. Hi Melissa, what are you up to? Oh I'm just lying on my bed feeling needy and alone. What about you? I'm just
watching the TV some crap movie. The text message came back. Kate's fingers strayed down her stomach and slipped inside her panties. God, she was still so wet, she moaned gently. Her clip still throbbed from her earlier orgasm, but it felt empty. She desperately needed to share this feeling. She needed to feel desired again. Are you alone? She typed yes, and suddenly very hard. Kate whimped at the thought of his
cock swelling to her presence. Something about a man being that turned on by her caused her a pussy to swell with need. How would you do it? He texted? Do what? She replied, confused? O, K I said, he normally, and then a notice pops up to say you're online, and I get hard not just hard, but painfully, so achingly hard, he texted back. Kate moaned loudly as her fingers filled her pussy, imagining his hard cock thorstic between her lips. She had only planned to flirt with him,
but that was two months ago. Now now every night they pretty much shared their self pleasure together. She could feel his cock swollen inside her, her stretched around his girth as he thrust into her. But it was just words on the screen. So how on earth could she feel him throbbing deep inside her? Struck it for me? Please, she typed hurriedly. I need to feel you come for me. Her fingers returned between her thighs, massaging her clip furiously.
I am I don't think I can hold on for long, sweetheart. I'm so swollen and aching for you, his replied appeared on the screen, pinching a clip, rubbing it between finger and thumb. Her hips rose as if she was meeting his thrusts. The stinging sensation spread to warm glow over her body. Please come for me, she whispered to herself. I'm coming, sprang up on a screen as if his body had responded perfectly to her private request, and deep
inside a pussy. She could feel the flood of his cum inside her, the warm caress of his seamen touching the walls of her pussy, dripping from her lips as he thrust his orgasm deep inside her sex, her bone body exploding in another wave of pleasure. I want to taste your come on my tongue. The message appeared and found its way straight to Kate's clit, sending an aftershock
of pleasure through her body. Stroking her thumb over the screen, she pictured his chest underneath her touch, his heart beat echoing as the after glow of pleasure moved between them. Watching the screen, Kate wondered if this is what her sex life had become, now sharing a moment of self pleasure with the screen of her phone. Eventually a message appeared out of the silence. We should meet and do
this for real Melissa. Kate stared at the screen. She had suspected he wanted to meet her for a little while, but now there it was in front of her. Her heart pounded in her chest. Was this excitement? Was it nerves? Jeez? She didn't know. Eventually she just responded with yes, local to me, Best Western Hotel two pm Tuesday, afternoon, he replied. Taking a breath, Kate replied, I'll be there great. I'll
text you the room number on Tuesday, he responded. Kate sighed as she let the phone draw up onto the bed. Now there was no going back. So next week will Kate go through with her secret meeting? Where will it lead? Yes, just have to tune in next week to find out. So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in Wild wishing you solacious dreams.