Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 121: Second Chance Rockstar Erotic Romance - Listeners Fantasy

Episode Date: December 6, 2021

A Second Chance Rockstar Erotic Romance - Listeners FantasiesThe golden path of fame took him away from the small backwater he grew up in.  Away from his friends, from his youth, from his reputation, from her.  After years of travelling the world, of becoming famous and a celebrity, can he take the intense pressure of returning to play to his hometown audience. This new erotic bedtime story does involve descriptions of rimming, oral sex and should be viewed as adults only entertainment or a very passionate nature. 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 and Bad. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction. and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, if you, like me, love this show, then why not visit me at wildafterdark.com so you can enjoy even deeper pleasure,

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narrated right here, then it's so easy for you to just email me at Devland at Wilddesires.com and I will do my absolute best to bring your fantasy to life. You can know this podcast is best to enjoy it laying on your bed. Just loosen any clothing. 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 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 20s 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's show The clacking of the rail tracks slowed As the train pulled into another station It had been so long since Jonathan had been in this area So very long There was much of the passing scenery that looked familiar

Much that took him back to a time before all the crap before he had become known. Life was so much simpler then. Sometimes he felt he had sold his soul for all the success he had amassed. So that's what it was worth. It wasn't even him just some strange stage name, some man that he had a passing resemblance to.

But the reality was, that's where the likeness stopped. This weekend was a homecoming concert. the one gig that was meant to bring it all together, where the celebrity met the hometown boy. So why the hell did he feel sick to the stomach with the thought of it? Already he had skipped the circus of black SUVs and tour buses to catch a train. His cell phone had been turned off the moment he had boarded.

No doubt Mark is his agent, was having kittens trying to track him down. The thought actually made him smile. As a train pulled out of another station, another step back into his past. Jonathan stroked to the mist on the window with the back of his hand. Horses ran across the fields, escaping the path of the train, its roar pulsing through the ground through the carriages as it carved its path through the beautiful countryside. As the sun slowly fell across the horizon, he immersed himself in another daydream.

of who he used to be before the world fell at his feet. Back then, he was free. Back before the prison of stage locked him away forever. After what seemed like hours, the train started slowing as it approached another station. The field's becoming more and more familiar. With every mile that passed, Jonathan felt his youth rising around him.

Memories of people and times. Somehow, even back then, he knew he was different. So many people were just happy to stay where they were. Not him. He needed more. He needed an adventure. And by God, did he find one. He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted. Not if he'd known the price that was attached to it. Simple memories.

Happy recollections dance through his mind as he watched the town around him coming into focus. His mind suddenly made up. Jonathan stood and grabbed his single suitcase, making for the train door. Stepping out onto the platform, he suddenly realized his mistake. Of course, if this had been properly choreographed, it would not be raining right now. And he certainly would not be stood in it, in just shirt and pants with a look of, what the fuck am I doing here, whilst listening to the train pulling out from the station. Shit, he didn't know if there was another one tonight, and he sure as hell didn't have anywhere to stay.

It had been at least 20 years since he was here. He hoped it hadn't changed that much and there was still a bar across the footbridge, somewhere dry and warm where he could at least get a drink as he crossed the apex of the footbridge. The welcoming glow of the bar sign came into sight, shimmering in the rain. A warm breeze of beer and log fire embraced him as he opened the door. His skin tingled as the last remnants of the chill left his body. Suddenly his chest felt extremely cold under the wet shirt, the warmth of the bar, attracting his attention to just how wet he was.

His skin tingled with the contrast of heat and cold rain, pushing his fingers through his hair to remove some stray strands off his foot. face, a cascade of water fell down his back, reminding him how heavy the rain had been, and that he had actually been out there without a coat. He shivered, perhaps a little over-dramatically, reaching the wooden bar. He pushed the suitcase against it and pulled a stool next to him, maneuvering it underneath him. He smiled at the young girl behind the bar before saying, a large malt running his fingers back through his hair he added and a towel before attempting a half-assarin the hell was he doing he could be in a five-star hotel by now warmly showered and ordering room service

but oh no he had to go and do his own thing and for what taking a large gulp from the glass of golden heat placed before him. He roughly pushed a towel over his head, relieved that it afforded him some comfort. The bar lady watched him for a while, tipping her head side to side as if studying him before asking, have I seen you before? Jonathan could feel a curse rising to his lips. He just wanted some time to himself and not be hassled. Was that really too much? I haven't been around here in a very long time. Apparently I do bear a passing resemblance to a couple of famous people, though. He excused himself as he took another gulp of whiskey.

Her eyes squinted. There was something very disarming about that look, something that reminded him of all sorts of things from his past. It must be something in the water around here that they all looked like that, he mused to himself. No one famous. You're way too old to be famous. She said smiling as she turned.

Before continuing, Mum will be down in a moment. She remembers everyone's faces. She said with a hint of amusement to her voice. God, I hope not, Jonathan thought. It might have been many years since he was last here, but small towns like this place have long memories, and he'd earned a reputation back then. One he'd rather forget.

As a barwoman returned, he raised his hand to order another drink. the warmth of the gold liquid tracing a fire down his chest, forcing another shudder through his body. So what's your name? He asked, thankful for a friendly voice. He still couldn't fathom why he got off the train here of all places. She had long since left, and everyone else no doubt wouldn't want to see him after what they'd been caught doing.

Oh, it's Gwen, the bar lady answered. Jonathan almost spat his whiskey out, suppressing a joke and a burning sensation in his nostrils caused by stray whiskey. That's unusual. Are you named after anyone in particular? He ventured. Just some singer from the last century apparently. Gwen responded, as she started wiping glasses and replacing them on the shelves.

Jonathan grinned into his glass of whiskey. That was a name he hadn't expected to hear. and certainly not with that a tribute. Taking a sip from his glass, he left his mind wander back 20 years, actually to this very bar. It had all started in that corner booth. Two friends talking that would end in a night of passion

that spread itself the length and breadth of this small town, a night that ended in both of them being discredited. It's strange but for all the intense hookups and sexual games, he had since. That one night still made his toes curl with desire and his cock twitch at the thought of it. There were no accessories or other people, no batteries, just a young couple with dirty imaginations and a willingness to try anything. If you have that kind of magical chemistry, you frankly don't need anything else. His legs throbbed from the memory, the sensation of nettles under his thighs as he lay on them, looking up at her. God she had ridden him hard that night.

Turning his head, he looked toward the far window, before taking his glass and suitcase to stand there, staring out at the field opposite in the failing light of dusk, staring at that field. As if it was only yesterday, that evening returned so quickly. She was staying with her parents, and so them going back to her place wasn't on the cards, and he was only passing through, visiting her to say hi. None of that night was planned. Everything spur of the moment, everything driven by pure and adulterated passion. Just over the field, the spire of St Andrews rose into the night,

lit by the same spotlights on the ground that it had been then. The very same spotlights had condemned them both and exposed their carnal lust to the unforgiving gazes of her parents. Even knowing all of that, it still made his cock hard and throbbed for that moment all over again. And when they were both dragged in front of her parents, her father, his gaze burning with the ferocity at them both. You stink of fucking!

He sneered with a barely controlled rage, before shouting at Jonathan to leave and never see his daughter again. Of course they had protested That time and several times after But it all fell on deaf ears It was actually the last time he had seen Sue But that night still made him ache Like no other time before or since

He closed his eyes Her warm breath caressed his neck Just as it had all that time ago He could feel her wet lips teasing at his naked skin tormenting him with the promise of pleasure. Something about her filled him with a desire, a need like no one else. And her voice as she spoke had such a warmth of humour. It spoke to him in ways he never thought possible.

So many times he had thought she was the one, even as friends before the sex. How many times had he wanted to tell her? And yet couldn't, didn't. Maybe things would have turned out different if only he had If he'd actually let her in But he didn't, he never let anyone in And that was a choice he would have to live with As heavy as it hung around his neck

It was his mistake It was his life sentence Reminating are we Her voice teased at the back of his neck That damn whisper of hers that wrenched him back 20 years and then wrenched him back again into the here and now. He didn't want to open his eyes, not now. He wanted this voice to be in his daydream so he could hold on to it.

Once he opened his eyes, he knew it would be real. And if it was real, it would go again. Better have a pretend dream forever than a fleeting reality, he thought to himself. After the longest moment he did open his eyes, and a 20-year-old past hit him straight, there in the forehead. She was older, of course. Her red hair tinged with streaks of grey and an erotic sexiness underlying at all. God, she was still beautiful. Arise, those beautiful blue eyes watched him, reflecting her smile. That beautifully mischievous smile. He looked drenched, come upstairs.

She said, leaving him, stood shocked and silent behind her. He was still stood there, dazed, by even seeing her after all this time, when she reached the bottom of the staircase to the private apartment. I don't believe you were this hard to get upstairs before. She grinned as she opened the door. Hurry up, or I might change my mind. She said as she slipped through the door into the shadows beyond. Shaking his mind free of the haze of memory, he grabbed his suitcase and followed her up the narrow staircase. He eventually caught up with her in a large living room, floored to say.

ceiling windows framed the lights of the town laid out before them. Sue returned from whichever room she had just visited with a large fluffy towel, handing it to him, she whispered, take your shirt off. Jonathan stood for a moment. This woman just threw him off centre every single time. He'd seen women that were a lot more glamorous, taller, slimmer, but damn something about this woman just grabbed him between his thighs and squeezed his balls with everything she did.

To him she was the embodiment of sexy, but he couldn't say why. That is probably why, after 20 years, he still aches for her. Watching him for a moment, she tuttered to herself as she pushed her fingers through its shirt buttons, releasing each one droplets of rain caressed down his body as she pushed his wet shirt over his shoulders. She looked up at him and grinned widely. It's been a long time, but some things don't change. She said, grabbing his hard cock. He wasn't even aware he was erect, but damn he was.

How'd you make me so hard, Sue? You always did. He said, holding her gaze as she massaged the length of his cock through his pants. Maybe you're frustrated because we never finished what we started all those years ago. She said as a pad of her thumb pushed over the tip of the top of the top of the top of the top of his cock, forcing a groan from his lips. Her fingers release a button on her jeans, letting them fall to the floor, her fingers hurriedly exploring inside her panties, a gas erupted from her lips, and her fingers pushed unseen inside of her. Moving her hand back again, she caressed her damp fingers over Jonathan's lips, teasing him with her taste, before saying,

Maybe we both do. Should we see if a fuck for old time's sake will put this behind us? She said, loosening his pants and sliding them down his thighs. As her hand slid down the back of his legs, her body lowered until she knelt before him. His cock proudly erected before her. The sensations of her lips kissing up and down his shaft, forced louder and louder moans from him, Feeding her lips caress the very tip of him.

His head fell back in submission to the pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His fingers pushed through her hair, desperate to regain some stability. Fearful his knees might buckle from the weight of pleasure. Her tongue circled his cock, teasing around his girth as her fingers explored his balls, massaging them as one finger extended. to rub along that space between his balls and his ass, the one finger sending a whole new type of pleasure through his body. Damn, his orgasm was already rising through him,

looking down, seeing Sue's eyes looking back up at him, as she slid her mouth along the entirety of his cock. He just intensified the sensations. God, her face was so blissful as it slid along him. She looked like she was enjoying every, second of having him in her mouth, and that made his cock swore even harder. Let me be inside your pussy.

He moaned quietly, nervous that if he said anything too loud, he would just explode here and now. With one last flick of her tongue, she slid her mouth back, releasing his cock before pushing herself back onto the sofa. Moving her panties to one side, Sue teased him with a wet pussy. That pussy he had dreamt about for the past 20 years was right in front of him, glistening with her slick, pulsing gently for his cock.

Fuck, he needed this. He thought as he pushed his entire length inside of her. Her fingers clutching at his length as he thrust in and out, wrapping her legs around him. Sue intensified the sensation by rocking her pelvis as he thrust. It tightened the clutching sensation. sensation of her pussy along his cock. Her pussy grasped at him, massaged him. There was no way he could stop himself from coming. He just felt too good, too intense. But he didn't want to come

alone. He had waited 20 years to fuck this lady properly, like she deserved to be fucked. He didn't want to ruin it again. Plunging his hand between her thighs, his fingers massaged her clip ferociously, rubbing it furiously against his cock. He knew he couldn't wait much longer, but he wanted her to come with him. He wanted them to share the satisfaction. Her thighs tightened around him, pulling him hard onto her. Her hands moved on to her breasts, pinching at her nipples with a violent desire. Suddenly her ass pushed down into the sofa. Her lips raised to meet his thrust as she cried out, urging him to come. Watching her face erupt in pleasure, feeding her pussy, feeding her pussy grip his cock with desperate need.

Just forced him to erupt inside her, his hot cum filling every corner of her pussy. She giggled gently as the last drops of his cum shot inside her, watching her for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her rafterglow, moving up and down his shaft. He then suddenly dropped to his knees and pushed her legs over his shirt. shoulders. His hands grasped the globes of her ass as he lifted her dripping pussy to his lips, gently sucking on her still throbbing lips. Jonathan's thumbs pushed between her thighs. His fingers gently pushed the hood of her clit back, exposing its beautifully pulsing pink heart, the tip of his tongue slowly flicking across it, sending fresh pulsing.

of electricity through a body, a thighs tightening around his head. Waves of pleasure resonating so intensely, forcing convulsions to move through her. The orgasm she once thought had passed sprung to life again, returning even more intensely as his tongue flicked voraciously at her clit. Unable to suppress her moans anymore, she heard a sound leaving her lips, one that she had never heard self-make before. Less of a moan, more of a growl. Her core clutched with need as his tongue explored inside. The cream of his cum drip from her lips and caressed her ass, only to be savoured by his tongue and lips as he rimmed that sensitive rosette, before moving back higher and tormenting her clit once more. Her orgasm growing, a ferocious storm swirling in her body,

every stroke of his tongue caressing her need, fueling her desire. Her lips clutching, pulsing as his thumbs pushed her pussy apart. His tongue probing deep inside of her, tasting every inch of her cum, of there come as Jonathan fuelled her orgasm, relentlessly pursuing it until she begged him to stop. The sensitivity vibrating from head to toe was just too much to bear. Looking up, his eyes glowed mischievously as he raised. raised his head, slowly moving his body up hers. Her legs sliding off his shoulders as she moved. She shuddered incontrollably as his wet lips brushed over her throbbing nipples.

Eventually their eyes fixed on each other's gaze. Su's panting gently subsiding as he placed one hand on either side of her face, his fingers running through her hair as their tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting the beautifully seductive taste of their combined orgasms. Her body's still trembling. Sue ran her fingers along his back enjoying the art she created as he pressed against her. Focusing on this beautifully intense gaze once more, she whispered, You have a promise to keep. So, part two of this fantasy next week.

I hope you're enjoying it. I wonder what the promise might be. Oh, there's so many questions on this one, so many questions. But I hope you will join me next week when we can get Wild in bed all over again. But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.