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Hello, my love lies, I'm Roxy Callahan, and thank you so much for listening to my Erotic Whispers. I created this podcast to celebrate women's passionate sexuality through stories. You know, hot sex can take many forms, from romantic sex with lingering touches and breathless whispers to raw primal fucking where the louder you moan, the better it gets. But you know what else, I love having fun. Those fun moments
when you're both naked and smiling are so amazing. Have you ever just laughed out loud while having sex, or try to position with your partner where you both knew you would be laughing half the time. I love those moments where there isn't just pleasure but smiles and fun. This week's episode perfectly captures that spirit. When I first read it, I laughed out loud and it was in the middle of the hottest part of the story, latching a haunted dildo. Oh my god, my lovelies, that's what
I'm talking about. This story is about a woman who just wants to masturbate to an orgasm. We all know what that's like, right and what gets in the way. It will make you laugh and smile, just like the best playful sex. I found the story on the erotica subreddit on reddit dot com and the writer is the amazing Scarlet Wild. I'm so happy to get to create
this amazing audio version of her story for her. Our narrator is the lovely voice Vixen, with the assistance of Kayla and the wildly amusing Robert m. And please note this podcast is intended for adult listeners. Emily entered the vintage shop. She loved everything unique and loved to wear Victorian era clothes any chance she could get. The shop was decorated with firing lights and plants. The scent of old books and tangy fruits filled the whole room. The
bell above the door rang, announcing her arrival. The owner, a middle aged woman smiled at her. Emily started browsing the store. She noticed her reflection in a vintage mirror with a golden boundary. She looked pretty in a pink, floral, flowy dress. Her breasts were at the verge of spilling out, and her curly red hair framed them from both sides. She gave her reflection a flying kiss and walked ahead. Her eye spotted something like a toy hidden behind a
few vases. She shifted everything aside and reached for it. Her hands touched something silky. She pulled it out and giggled. It was a dildo, a vintage one. It was around eight inches long, caramel colored, curved, and had a rose at one end. She excitedly took it to the shop owner and placed it on the counter.
I want this.
The lady looked at her with a sly smile.
Hmmm, I don't think you should take it. That wasn't supposed to be for sale.
Emily's face dropped.
But why?
She gave the owner puppy eyes.
I need this please. The lady adjusted her glasses. Okay, you can take it, but let me warn you. The last owner said that it was haunted. Emily laughed, haunted.
Please, if ghosts existed, they'd have better things to do than linger in sex toys.
The lady folded it in an old newspaper and gave it to her Emily. He walked home all giddy and excited. She couldn't wait to use it. She took a warm bath and lit candles in her room. She wanted everything perfect to enjoy her first vintage dildo. She put on her soft romantic music, turned on warm lights, and jumped on her bed. She untied her robe and started touching herself.
Her body glistened with her aftershower moisturizer. She brushed her neck with her fingers, moving downwards and started playing with her breasts. She twisted her nipples with her thumbs and then pressed them between her fingers. While squeezing her breasts, her mind wandered imagining a hot man in a ghost face mask playing with her as he wished ah. She played with them for a few minutes. As her face started getting hot, one of her hands moved downwards and
she started touching her clit. She used her middle finger to rub it up and down, and then in clockwise motion. Her pussy started dripping as she imagined a man sucking her breast while his hand played with her cl She couldn't take it anymore, and she pushed her fingers in. She started moving her fingers and a come hither motion. Her other hand picked up the vintage dildo from her nightstand. She took her fingers out and placed the dildo at her entrance. She figured she wouldn't need any lube, as
she was wet enough and ready. The dildo vibrated as a mysterious thick voice came out of nowhere.
Madam, unhand me at once, this is highly improper.
Emily panicked, What the fuck? She threw the dildo away.
That was most unladylike.
Emily was panting, what the who the hell are you? The thick noise sounded? Disgusted, such crass language. What kind of world has this become? It also seems like there are no traces of chivalry in modern times. She stared at the dildo on the floor.
What's chivalry? You're a fucking dildo.
Un noble man, my lady, I am Lord Reginald, not a toy.
She moved her hands to her mouth, disappointed.
Oh my god, I actually bought a haunted dildo, and he's a snob, he coughed.
I shall pretend I did not hear that, as a gentleman never eavesdrops, though I suppose I have little choice given my current predicament.
She groaned.
Okay, fine, if you really are a noble man, how did you end up in this?
She pointed to the dildo.
Tis a tragic tale, my lady. I was cursed by a wicked enchantress with eyes of ice and a hat of stone, betrayed and condemned to reside in this infernal thing.
And how long has this been since?
Eighteen seventy two?
Oh?
My, I have a Victorian snob in my dildo.
My lady, please place me in a respectful place. But Lord doesn't belong on the floor.
She groaned and picked it up from the floor.
Ah, my eyes, my eyes are maddamed. I beg you to wear appropriate clothing.
Emily huffed and tied her robe.
Madam, I simply cannot allow such indistancy without proper courtship.
She rubbed her temples. You are a.
Ghost and a dildo. What exactly do you think courtship looks like?
Why? The same as it should be for any other lady, letters of affection, slow and meaningful walks through the gardens, perhaps a carriage ride under the moonlight.
Broke.
I live in a one bedroom apartment. My car is a twenty thirteen Honda Civic.
He cleared his throat.
Nevertheless, I shall compose sonnets in your honor.
No, absolutely not, She ignored her.
Oh fairest, Emily, A vision so bright, thy gaze doth outshine the stars of the night.
I'm begging you to stop.
Thy bosom doth heave like waves on the shore.
Okay, what the hell? And oh how I long to caress thee once more. You are literally a dildo, a dilda. There is no longing. You are the caress. You are a thing supposed to be in me.
He was horrified.
My lady, I'm not some common scoundrel. I will not be handled in such an uncivilized fashion. There must be flowers, serenades, meaningful conversation.
She put her fingertips on the bridge of her nose.
Oh my god, I have to seduce my own dildo.
Emily decided she had enough. She picked it up, walked outside while he screamed and threw it out. She was so frustrated She blew out the candles, got under the covers, and forced herself to sleep. The next day, it appeared mysteriously on her nightstand.
My lady, I shall not be discarded like.
A She buried it within her clothes inside the closet and went to work. She couldn't get him out of her head. Even at work, she kept googling how to get rid of ghosts from sex toys. She didn't get any answers, of course. As soon as she opened the door of her house, he started reciting poetry You're our.
Fucking ghost inside a dildo. I want my privacy back.
She decided to ignore him and went to take a shower. Her body relaxed as the water made contact with her body. She lathered herself up with soap, focusing on her breasts. She played with herself as the water dripped down her curves. She loved showering. It made her feel so sexy. She wanted someone to suck the water droplets from her breasts and then moved down to eat her out while the water showered on them like rain. Her thoughts were interrupted by a thick voice. My lady, I want to caress
thy loins. I demand proper wooing. She came out of the shower and stood without a t in her room.
Madam, clothes.
She seductively dried herself in front of him and got in her bed without clothes.
She thought to herself, what the hell am I doing seducing him by sleeping without clothes? What is wrong with me?
She fell asleep while Lord Reginald talked to himself.
Oh, fairest maiden, your beauty doth shine like the morning dew upon a rouse's tender petals.
For the love of God, shut up.
Soon the weekend was here. She was tired of trying to get rid of the haunted dildo. Nothing was working at all. She was having her breakfast when she heard his voice.
I have composed yet another sonnet in your honor, my dearest Emily.
She rolled her eyes.
Please don't.
He cleared his throat and said.
Oh, fairest Maiden, soft and divine, Thy lips like cherries tempteth mine.
She groaned, you don't even have lips. You're a sex toy.
Your Reginald got offended.
Madam. Poetry is about spirit and longing. Shall I arrange a string quartette beneath thy window?
If you can summon a Victorian ghost band ow allowed, just for historical accuracy.
Ah, so you do appreciate grand romantic gestures very well, let me take you on a carriage ride.
We don't have carriages, Reginald.
He let out a traumatic sigh.
What dreary love, starved times are things.
She finished her meal and went to work. The weekend arrived. It had been a whole week since all the wooing started. Emily reached her limit. Enough was enough. She needed her life back. She needed her privacy and especially an orgasm. She started undressing herself and stood in front of the mirror.
Fuck it, I'm so hot.
She took some moisturizer and rubbed it all over her body. She started from her neck, tracing her collarbone while looking into her eyes in the mirror. She massaged her breast, squeezing them and enjoying the feel of her soft hands. She took some more moisturizer and started massaging her inner thighs. She was getting more and more roused every minute. She opened the drawer and took out the dildo. By lady, that's it. I've tried reasoning with you, I've tried ignoring you.
I even let you court me. But if this is the only way to get my life back, then I am going to do it.
He panicked, My lady, surely we should engage in further discourse.
Nope, you had your chance. Time's up.
She sat on the chair in front of the mirror. She spread her legs wide and saw her pussy in the mirror. It glistened with her continuing arousal. Her mind was set in stone. She put the dildo slowly inside her while moving her hips for easy access. Lord Reginald screamed in terror. Good Heavens, I forbid you to continue any further. She ignored him and started pushing him in and out of her in a few seconds. She started sweating.
What's happening. It's so tight and wet in here.
Welcome to a woman's pussy.
She started doing it faster while her other hand played with her clit. She started getting more wet. The sound of wetness and her fucking herself Lord Reginald filled the whole room.
Emergency, it's a flood.
She ignored him and continued. She felt herself getting closer. Her walls started tightening around the dildo.
Save me, I'm getting trapped.
Her moaning was so loud that she couldn't hear him. She continued. Her breathing got heavier with the second. She glanced at herself in the mirror, A fucking masterpiece. Her sexy reflection sent her over the edge. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming.
Oh, I am ascending.
Suddenly, a white light flashed in the room. She took a few seconds to come back to her senses.
Reginald.
She tapped on the dildo and called his name again, but there was no response.
Holy shit, I just exercised a ghost with an orgasm.
She threw herself on the bed and smiled herself to sleep. She was proud of herself. She woke up the next morning and noticed the dead silence in her room. No good morning and no poetry. She sighed to herself and looked at her nightstand. It was empty. There was no dildo there. She started humming in relief and went to take a shower. She turned on the shower, but instead of water, there was a rumbling noise. Suddenly there was a familiar voice of a British man with a noble accent.
My lady, shall I wet thy loins.
She stared at the showerhead in horror.
Oh, for Fox's sake.
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