Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 120: Listeners Fantasy - Aural Seduction

Episode Date: November 30, 2021

The voice artist is alone in the studio, preparing for an evening of hot stories and sensuous fantasies. But is he alone? Or is there someone that wants to distract him.  This latest listeners erotic fantasy does involve graphic descriptions of oral sex and lots and lots of teasing. For the most intense erotic audio available, visit my VIP club at https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/, I look forward to seeing you there.

Please remember this is an adult's only podcast and does contain some very sensual themes. So please only listen to this podcast if you are happy to explore your deepest sensual fantasies with me and are of a suitable age. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger-licking. good fantasies. Now, now, if you, like me, don't like your stories interrupted and enjoy your sensual pleasure without a break, then why not show your support for the show by taking out a subscription? They start at just 99 cents, and I would be so grateful if you would visit wild afterdark.com so you can enjoy even deeper pleasure.

uninterrupted desires, an unlimited satisfaction. And you know you can experience the intense sensations of experiential erotica. So every touch, every kiss, every thrust, feels as if it was really happening. Just by coming to wild afterdark.com. Now, tonight's story is a... Yes, it's another listener's fantasy. I thought my mind was filthy but Jesus you guys

Now you know if you want to hear your fantasy narrated right here And listen to by all these wonderful people Then it's so easy for you to just email me At Devlin at wilddesires.com And I will do my best to bring your fantasy to life You can know this podcast is best to enjoy laying on your bed, just put your earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, moving over and inside you. And when you're ready to enjoy deep, sensuous pleasure,

just go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh in the next 30 minutes or so. It's just you in my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to experience your inner passions as you listen to my voice. I feel the story caressing your body as you enjoy tonight's show. The studio lay dark, and as usual, I was alone here at this time of night. music resonated from the speakers apparently it was there to motivate me to get me into character

but I didn't need that to motivate me just a thought of all the people that would be waiting right now to listen to my next story that was my motivation the money the fame the fancy cast you could keep it all none of it meant a thing without their adoration

without their pleasure. They made me, every single listener. Whether they realized it or not, they did. Their pleasure created the man I have become. But one made it special, and she definitely knew it. Of course, what we had, well, it had to remain secret. We could know, but for so many reasons, only a few others could know of us.

standing from my seat the familiar irritation of the anticipation of the performance of being ready but having no audience washes over me it doesn't matter how much I will the sweep arm of the studio clock to me faster it just doesn't

it damn well doesn't even tick that at least would be something it would mark time passing instead the arm just moves in a silent graceful arc minutes fading one by one under the relentless sweep of the clock arm in just a few minutes

my silent audience would be with me again hundreds of thousands of mute ears expecting entertainment expecting pleasure expecting to be taken somewhere else of course they would all lose themselves in the moment they would all indulge their fantasies over the next 30 minutes or so. Already I was aware that many imagine what it might be like to be in the

studio to immerse ourselves in the carnal knowledge of our bodies while the audience listened on unaware of the salacious intimacy that was happening just a microphone away. My impatience growing, my normal release, her, had been out of reach today, apparently too busy. It always left me agitated when we didn't have time to share our darkest pleasures before a show. Tapping on the recording booth window, of course, no one would respond. No one was in there. It was empty and deathly silent. But no one else here, I would have to start the audio running on the console out here and then enter the booth before I went live.

I rarely considered yet very practical custom of the recording artist is to minimize their clothing. Most of the sound treatments in the booth were material and with the clothing I wore there would be the constant brushing sound as the materials caressed each other during my performance so as with many voice artists the easy solution to minimising your clothing noise

was to minimise your clothing I thought that no doubt intensified the remote fantasies of so many listeners With only a few minutes left, I took a small swig of water and removed as many items of clothing as possible. The temperature in the room dropped as I switched the heating off, avoiding any noise created by that. Taking my accustomed place, just stood before my old microphone. The air in the booths are dry and humorless.

My eyes closed as I moisten my lips with my tongue, losing myself. in those last precious moments of the solitude of the recording booth in just a few moments I would press the button that would open up the world to me once again the avalanche of their collective desires would cascade through my microphone

and inspire another night of pleasure the rhythm of my mind echoed loudly as I let it wander in the shadows outside the booth there was a movement I'm sure of it cursing myself for switching the lights off I could barely make the movement out, let alone know it was.

The soul glimmer from the recording console showed there was someone out there. Someone on the swivel chair watching me, with only moments before I was due to go live. An impossible choice presented itself. Do I continue and let them watch me? Taking them to task after tonight's show? Or stop the show to deal with this first? As curious as unnerved as I might be, I was still a consummate professional at heart, and as they say, the show must go on.

The green light flashed before me, mocking my last moments before the world would hear me, mocking my last moments, or the world would hear me and this unknown stranger, tango before them. Unannounced unseen, a dim lamp flickered to life outside the recording booth. As the light in front of me faded, the world was now listening, and whatever sound I made would be heard by millions. Focusing my attention on the microphone, just inches from my lips. Gloon that surrounded the desk outside, I could see the barely lit edge of a leg. Out of the corner of my eyes,

I noticed a cough sliding up and down the other leg, something so deliberate and sensual, About that movement, captivated my lust. As tries I might to focus on the words that should be coming out of my mouth. That image of those sensuous curves of the calves just fired something in my body. An ache was already beginning to grow inside my pants. A very definite, intense ache that throbbed would need. An unreleased passion that called to every carnal need in my body.

Fuck. There was something about this, something that burned through me. I was so used to being in control, in charge. But this seduction on the very edge of awareness was something else. It seduced my imagination, my mind, my body. The legs moved into the shadows once more. The light flickered again over those gentle curves. The light reflected wasn't that of naked skin, but the hint of lingerie.

a stocking leg. As my thoughts accelerated, solely occupied with that leg, that lingerie. Damn I could hear the gentle caress of silk of the legs kissing each other as they slid up and down. The subtle, seductive sound of silk on silk, so quiet, so gentle, yet every sound filled my mind, shutting out anything else as my mind watched the show unfold,

Outside the booth, my lips seemed to falter on the words trying desperately to escape my mouth, trying to wrestle control of the moment back from impending lust. A single loaned finger traced up the inside of those thighs, gently caressing the lace of the stocking tops. There was a moan, I'm sure of it, even within the noiseless confines at the booth I could hear it. More importantly, my cock felt it, as clearly as if it was vibrating along every inch of my erect muscle. Fuck I was throbbing in my pants. Barely controlled moans of desire throbbed along my tongue. This was ridiculous.

Somewhere in the gloom, a lonesome finger. That sole digit moved her panties to one side and teased at her folds, knowing how wet she was and how turned on that made me. She didn't expose her pussy. She just knew my mind could feel every sensation as she teased her fingertip over her lips. She knew my cock twitched with every damn movement, as if her fingertip was lazily caressing around the tip of my cock,

as if she was taking me right to the point of aching frustration. And then somewhere under the beautiful veil of her panties, she stroked over her clit. Her body trembled with desire, moaning gently. Her fingers explored deeper. I could only see the movement of her fingers under her panties. I could only watch with bated desire as the movement of her knuckle underneath that laced through so much sexual tension from within me.

Somewhere in the darkness there was another moan, feminine and passionate. There spoke of desires unsatisfied of a woman with deep needs. A moan that spoke to every lustful thought I have ever had. God it spoke directly to my cock, making me tense. And then for some reason, my pelvis thrusted gently into the air. For fucks sake, I'm meant to be working. I closed my eyes, trying desperately to regain some control. I take another drink of water.

I start to speak again. When I felt something, someone, some sort of presence, enter the room. But that's impossible. The door is locked from the inside. I didn't hear it. I just felt it. Or maybe it was always there. I momentarily glanced at the stall outside the booth. It was empty. The light now dimmed. I continued on with the narration.

And felt a feather-like touch across my shoulder blades. Or did I? It was so light, so delicate, so feminine. There it was again. across the opposite way. There was no denying it any longer. The presence was real, or at least felt right here in the moment if,

no, she, she was really here. Her fragrance, both natural feminine and perfume-filled the recording booth, the sound of a breath so gentle. Perhaps a gasp of a woman caressed in just the perfect way, echoed around the small space. What was she doing here? She usually worked late,

lost in her projects with no idea what time or day it was. Her ambition matched mine. Something I did not ever think was possible. For her to be here right now at this moment would mean she had planned to be here. Her touch stopped momentarily. I looked up for my script to see if she moved, but there was nothing.

Nothing there. I continued on with the story, focusing on my notes as her touch returned, and long nails started the very slow trace up and down my back, so lightly, gently. Her fingers lingered over my muscles. Eventually her nails traced up and down with more force this time and delved into my shoulders, grabbing them, rubbing them, massaging away the tension. She hit all those tense spots that I kept hidden away. She always knew what I needed.

Somewhere we were in tune on another plane, another energetic level. I continued reading. My voice growing even more sensual as she rubbed at my muscles, as she rubbed at my aches. This experience I needed every week. It was so indulging to pleasure my listeners as I was being pleasured. She reached both of her arms down, dipping her hands down my chest, her breasts resting on the back of my head.

Her nails started to bite into my flesh, ever so lightly. Reaching down my chest again, she found my nipples, circling them, dragging her nails gently toward them without pinching. Just so gentle, poetry dripped from her fingertips. It was a treat to have her be so tender. Up and back to my shoulders, up and over them. She dragged her nails harder down my back, making me arch my spine and groaned the words out into the mic.

Up my back again, gentler this time, and down my chest. Her hands were spread out on my chest, hot breath on my neck. She did not say a word as she gently nipped at my earlobe. Her lips giving me feather-like kisses along the side of my neck, her breasts pressing into my back

as she continued to spread delicate kisses up and down my spine. So slowly, she was melting me with this delicate affection and all I could do was focus on the words I was trying to read. Trying to think of my fans eagerly listening to every word. She knew this was important to me,

but I did not want her to stop. Continuing, she gently kissed my neck, up and down one side, and over to the other, her hair teasing at my shoulder, completely submerging me, stealing any sanity I had left. Her beautiful, irresistible feminine fragrance was in the air.

I knew she wanted me As I did her My erection grew as she scraped her teeth over my shoulder Gently biting into my flesh She was taking her time to seduce me As she kept biting on the top of my shoulder Up towards my neck Up one side and over to the other

Her kisses grew hungrier, more lustful Just for me She licked, kissed and bit my neck and shoulders She dragged her nails up and down my chest. I shudder ran through me again as she pinched my nipples and bit hard into my neck at the same time. I continued to feel my erection growing harder and harder, focusing on the script becoming torturous,

trying hard not to cut tonight's episode short and take her right then and there, punishing her for being so naughty in the sounding booth, the idea of tying her up, spanking her, making her scream at me for driving her to the edge of an orgasm, and then denying her pleasure had me stumbling over my words. She would pay for this later, but she knew that. That is what she wanted, what she always wanted,

a man who had enough self-control to be in control of her pleasure, just like she was in control of mine right now, as I helplessly tried to keep my call. She suddenly stopped. I could not look around I had to keep reading but I had a moment to breathe a second to regain my sanity

before she completely pushed me over the edge and made a mess of this episode for the night she knew it too she knew that I was at my limit and I felt it felt her again this time she was not behind me but in front of me

on her knees oh God I was in a delicious amount of trouble now She began by running her fingertips ever so gently, so delicate, up my legs from my ankles, up my shins, along my knees and halfway up my thighs. Was she really going to do that? Right here, right now with thousands of people listening. She did not stop. She was such a bad girl.

I reveled in it, in her in this experience. Her beautiful fingers traced patterns up and down my thighs, teasing me over and over again until I could barely stand it anymore. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, putting it tightly. She got the message and started rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants. I took a breath as she unbuckled my pants. I raised myself up and let her push them to the floor. I could have stopped her but I didn't want to I reached down again with one hand

held her chin and stroked her lips taking my thumb into her mouth she gently bit on the end of it swirling her tongue around it and sucking it entirely into her mouth my listeners would love to hear this story a podcast about sex while the narrator while the narrator was getting pleasured

would be such a good story she knew that too she just knew how to stir it up. Releasing my thumb and pushing my hand onto my hip, she changed focus to my beautiful thick cock. It was free and fervently waiting. I began to revel and wither under her delicate touch

as she gently moved one fingertip. As one fingertip traced up and down my entire length over and over again until I wanted to slam my cock into her beautiful mouth, but I couldn't. My hands were gripping the sides of the desk. Suddenly wrapping her hand around my girth, she began kissing and licking the very tip of me. My cock throbbed and pre-cum dripped out as she continued to lick just as sensitive opening over and over again. And endless conflict continued within me. She was taking the control I usually had and leaving me helpless at her mercy.

Her lips came up and around me, taking the whole tip of my cock in her mouth, as she sucked the most sensitive part of me, driving me absolutely wild. I felt as though I could no longer breathe as she continued her everlasting assault on the tip of my cock. Just when I thought I could not say another word and my vision went blurry, she stopped. Again, letting me regain something of my composure. as I was able to breathe again and refocus on the words on the script. For an instant, I thought I was safe, but she had other plans for me. The biting pain that can only be brought on by something frozen stunned me and made me choke my words.

She had just touched the tip of my cock with it, just long enough to make me completely stumble, as the cold was replaced with her mouth, feverishly sucking on my tip again. I reached down and grabbed the fistful of her hair, trying to gain some sort of reality again. I felt her grin around the tip of my cock and let it bounce out of her mouth.

The chilled sensation was back again, this time tracing designs ever so slowly, up and down and all around my cock. I gripped her hair tighter, pulling it at it, but it did nothing to stop or slow her down. whatever the frigid thing was, that she was torturously dragging all over my cock, was melting and dripping down my length and onto my balls.

The cool runoff got hotter as it slid intently down my cock. The tenacious ache replaced with her hot, eager tongue, as it clicked at me hungrily, up and down, swirling around me. She had not even put me in her mouth, and I was ready to come, surprising me again she sucked my whole cock straight into her mouth following me whole god now I really couldn't see the words on my script as she kept sucking at me soloing me choking on me as she took me in and out of her mouth she moved her hands up and untwined my hand out of her hair

so she could move more freely over and around me her tongue swirled over the tip of me as my hand reached down to her neck I pressed gently as she took me back deeply into her mouth. She choked on my cock as I pressed on her throat. When I felt her tears dripping down her cheeks and onto my hands I released her neck, she took me again out of her throat and sucked at the tip of me again, throw me off balance, again with the fresh sensation of tingles, as her teeth began biting down on the side of my cock.

I was completely losing any sort of comprehension. The whole environment, the energy of my sound booth, the story I was reading, the smell of her, filling my head. I was not going to last very much longer. It did not end there. She was licking and sucking and biting down the side of my cock. She gripped the base of it tightly with her hand, and moved up and down with gentle bites, sucking at the side of it, licking her way around my girth. One hand began stroking me with feather-like caresses up and down my shudging.

shaft while she dropped down further, gingerly licking at my balls. The liquid from the earlier onslaught still dripped down them as she licked at the pattern of the runoff. Her light caresses turned firmer as she stroked me with more force, her other hand cupping at my balls, her tongue exploring them, sucking each one, gently biting and nibbling as if they were deliciously juicy ripe fruit. I needed to. to finish this episode. I could not keep this up. I was going to come right into the microphone

for all my listeners to hear. I was helplessly trying to read and make a coherent sense of what these squiggles on the page said. Totally lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, she relentlessly was prolonging for me. The story was coming to a close,

the characters were so close to coming as was I, wondering desperately to kiss her, to feel her, to take her to as much ecstasy as she was taking me to, taking me to another dimension. I was on fire with need. A deep hunger raged inside me. Her touch was electric as she ran her hand up and down my length, shifting again as she raised herself up and I reached down to entwine my hand in her hair, needing connection, stroking at her, pulling at her, desperate for release. Her lips kissed my tip delicately over and over again, as she brought another level of intimacy into our interaction.

The passion never fading, as she loved me into oblivion. When her lips opened and took me inside her again, I fell in entirely. She sucked my orgasm out of me. Stars exploded behind my eyes like a supernova, expanding and contrasting under her spell. Undeniable passion erupts out of me and into a restory, engulfing my pleasure she absorbs me and overworks my swollen length until it was exhausted as if it had never been one it was an interplanetary experience

where time soames crossed and blended time mashed into a jumbled mess of nerves as I growled out my orgasm into her mouth my knuckles were white on the desk as I gripped it harder God I was going to break in it and half like some sort of ravenous caveman I took a deep breath

and tried to figure out what to say to my audience my head slowly cleared as I regained composure and said the final parting notes and goodbye until next week to all my listeners as I ended the podcast

another episode finished for the week I looked around the recording booth it was empty the room was empty the studio outside was empty except for the room remnants of a single chocolate-covered strawberry, with a bite taking out of it. But she was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe I had dreamt it, maybe she was never been here. The ghost of all the men I longed for, but her fragrance lingered in the air, and as I looked down at myself, I saw the remains of smudged lipstick on my shaft. So, I hope you enjoyed their little fantasy. Very close to herden that one. Where they get these ideas from? So next week we have another story. I look forward to next week

when I can get you back into bed again. And we can get wild all over again. So until then and always with your pleasure in mind, this is devil and wild, wishing you salacious dreams.