Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 37: A Paranormal Erotic Menage Romance

Episode Date: December 20, 2020

A Paranormal Erotic Menage RomanceCan passion and desire escape the value of death?Tara is left alone. The two men she had given herself to, taken from her by a cruel twist of fate.Returning to the site of the consummation of their relationships, their love, their lust; Tara is overpowered by the intense emotion and desire to feel them again.Hounded by the ghosts of their past, can her desire take her beyond the veil to satisfy the need that still burns in her heart, or is she destined to live her days in desperate need?His story does is an erotic menage story, and does contain references to anal sex.For more intense pleasure and endless satisfaction you can go ahead and come to see me at https://wyldedesires.com where I will satisfy any desire you have.

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 Sunday night destination for salacious stories, passionate prose, and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, there's some exciting things happening at wilddesires.com. I will be adding extended pleasure sessions to enhance your satisfaction on every level. So why not come and see me and grab some of those early bird offers? the hell why not come and see me anyway

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you might want to loosen any clothing or maybe completely naked as you surrender to my voice and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every sound, every touch, as if it was really happening to you right now. For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time to let your inhibitions go. your time for sensuous pleasure as you close your eyes and take a deep breath and just hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week go as you listen to my words and hear my voice moving over and inside your body as you surrender to this week's story. Ignoring the stings of brambles, I push heavily through the undergrowth. The pain of the thorns against my flesh nothing as compared to what is aching inside my heart.

Why? For fuck's sake, why? My scream, my head looking up at the sky, tears burning my cheeks. Dragging myself up the embankment, with the moonlight giving me something to guide me. I'm like a moth to the flame As I return to the one place I've always gone to think The place where it all started Not caring that I'm still in a 300 dollar business suit

I plough through the mud My shoes ruined my skirt ripped on the side No hands to help me No words to comfort me Never again As I reached the wall, I angrily hurled my back at the ground, the full moon blurred by the tears flooding mercilessly from my eyes. You fucking promised.

You promised to come back. Both of you. My voice hoarse from crying. I spin around with my arms outstretched, somehow hoping they can hear me. Always and forever, you said. Lies! All lies! An IUD, not a hundred yards from the base.

How did no one not see them planting it? How? How? Just fucking how? As I sit on the stone, our stone. My arms tighten around me as I raised my knees up to my chest. Remembering that last night. The night I had become an adult by time. and a woman by the touch of those two men.

I couldn't choose between them. How could anyone? Both of them fuelled my passion in so many ways. In some ways they were chalk and cheese, but together. They were more than any man I have ever met. And on that night when we consummated our relationships, the three of us together, melting as one in perfect union

I knew love then I knew passion lust deep satisfaction they promised me forever but now that has all been taking away from me please come back

please my God I need you I need you both my voice is barely recognisable through the hell of tears I can't go home It's our home Us three

Nothing but walls full of memories Broken promises and pain now Motionless my heart in my throat I don't move my body numb As I wait for an answer As I wait for Any fucking thing Minutes maybe hours drift by

The moon glares at me cold and unfeeling as a crisp night air begins to bite hard onto my skin. What happened to warriors always coming back here? Tell me. Fucking tell me. That was obviously bullshit. My screams echo along the tree line. Not a sound, not a whisper in response.

Nothing to acknowledge the pain I feel right now. But the first time in my life, I have no one. Not a single soul. I am completely alone, completely hopeless. The memories of that last night flood my mind, the stories of how this place, this place where I gave them my innocence, this place where they told me people could always return to,

even after they'd lost their lives. The lies I'd believed, the romantic notions of, There were nothing but promises in the dark. Alone and desperate, I searched the clearing for an indication, a hint, a hope that they are here. With the stabbing pain in my chest unhealing, I'm struggling to catch my breath as the first stages of a panic attack take me back to when dad died, to when mum died. At least then I had the twins to lean on. I had hope.

someone to talk to someone to ease the heartache now there's no one through the veil of panic I scrabble for thoughts I have to calm down otherwise this will be my last resting place but then again

that might not be a bad thing at least I might have another chance to be with them grabbing my bag I open the inner zip pocket and remove one of the joints that I keep tucked away for stress at work. I lift it between my lips, click the light to life and breathe deep until the end of the filter paper, crackles with an orange glow.

After a long, deep drag, I hold my breath for a moment, just long enough to give it time to circulate. Already the pain at my chest begins to subside. I slowly finish the entire joint, letting the weed do its work, letting my thoughts ease as much as they possibly can, and allowing the panic to subside, still unable to think about now, tomorrow or anything else, as if my mind had been barricaded by its own stone wall.

What I can do is think why? Why did you two go? Why did you leave me? The moonbass are clearing in a silvery glow, framing the centre of the fireplace in a cold, emotionless light. The night air bites even deeper, causing me to shiver violently. I reach into my bag and pull out a set of notes from work earlier.

As I scrunch a few up, I press the flame of the lighter against them, the amber glow that dances across the paper affords me that first hint of warmth easing my shivers desperately trying to remember how the twins had laid a fire I grab any loose bits of dried twigs I can find and pile them slowly on the glowing pile of papers

gradually the flames spread and flicker across the twigs hardly as impressive as the fires I'd seen the twins create numerous times but it was still warmth with my back against a stone I huddle on the ground and bring my knees back up to my chest with my thoughts lost in the gently dancing flames

my mind empty of anything but pain and agony and sadness although my eyes are stinging and dry from hours of crying from somewhere another flood of tears cascades down my cheeks You left You

You left me Both of you When you said you never would My voice cracks With desperate pain and loneliness As the fire crackles and grows The shadows dancing around me Circling me

Thankful for the heat However small A night wind picks up suddenly The trees begin to howl in empathy with my pain. Their resonant song somehow reminded me of that stupid drumbeat

that Chris played. The dull throbbing sound echoing around the clearing. With the wind moving, the trees, as if they were swaying in time with the eerie dance of the fire. Somewhere in the distance,

a crack of thunder warns of a coming storm. Strangely, the fire responds to the thunder. and bursts into life, impossibly intense given the amount of twigs I've put on it. Mesmerized by the dance of the flames, the distant sounds of drums, but there's surely just a figment of my imagination. It's as if the shadows are encompassing me, holding me.

A whisper of the wind blows across my face. Duh. Suddenly I can feel my sanity vanishing into the same, the void of anxiety. The fantasy of my imagination, removing any semblance of reality. The flames dance higher, more aggressively, as if trying to burst out from the confines of the fire, or trying to escape whatever prison they are trapped in. Shadows move ominously around the circle, coming to life from the life giving warmth of the flames. All the time the drums become louder, closer, the wind's stronger, warmer. Another breeze, another whisper. Stronger,

louder, closer. The words echo as if caught in some endless tunnel or trapped in some far-off well of despair, edging back into the stone, unnerved and anxious by the drama unfolding around me. I search around the clearing for signs of life, a warm shiver lifting up my spine. spine and the hair on my neck, standing at attention. Who's there? I cry out trembling, goosebumps peppering my skin, vulnerability dripping from every word. The wind whispers. The warm breeze caresses my face, like a warm palm gently wiping my tears away. I stand bolt upright, in full panic. and grab my cell phone from my bag,

while looking around hurriedly, stress and fear and panic oozing from every pore. Whoever the fuck you are, I'm calling the cops. Holding up my phone to show I'm serious. It's screen light glowing in the dark of the night. I turn on my hill to look all around me. I really am going mad. My senses are all over the map.

My mind can't handle all the pain. A wind blows the shadows around me And it feels like a warm glow Holding me for a moment Wind whispering Shadows engulfing me Holding me As the strength of the wind

pushes against my face And presses the shadows against me I close my eyes and succumbed to the will of the shadows Fill in my cheek press hard against a firm chest listening to the gentle beat of a heart in time with the drums slowly quietly but there i can feel it a body firmly pressed against me my rock when everything else goes wrong another crack of thunder strangely the wind starts blowing in two directions at once pressing a shadow behind me strong arms holding me comforting me the press of biceps against me holding me close, never letting me go. A moist breeze caresses my neck, igniting a second set of goosebumps across my body.

A submissive moan drops from my lips. I need you, don't go. I whisper. At the tandem breezes blow around me, overlapping, gentle and sensuous. The shadow at the front of my body presses hard against every inch of me, the unmistakable sense say, of a throbbing erection, pushes hungrily into my belly. The drum beats become quicker, louder, closer, with every passing second.

That urgent pressure, that unnatural desire pushes from behind me, swelling against my ass. The wind whips around me quickly, deezing at my most sensitive ring, and pushing gently inside, probing, exploring, swelling inside of me. It forces a loud moan from somewhere deep inside. The wet lips of my pussy stretches the undeniable girth of passion pushes deep inside of me.

Thrusting, pushing, pulsing, fucking. Oh, Jesus Christ, yes! Imperfect union, the throbbing shadow behind me pushes into my ass, unforgively, harshly. It thrusts harder and harder, deeper, almost punishing. My pussy and my ass are full with hot throbbing lust And two thick warm cocks Another breeze whips angrily at my clit

The sting replaced by the long gusts of wind Licking, tasting, sucking Another strong breeze circles my nipples Biting them, sucking them so hard they ache And forcing electricity burning through my body Warm breezes press onto my lips and tease at my tongue with long, deep lashes, caressing my neck, whipping it gently, my body clutches with lustful need.

Trying to hold back the orgasm that is already flooding over my body. My clit throbs relentlessly as the breeze licks at it, stinging it, and then soothing with long, slow caresses. The swelling inside me pushes at my core, threatening to explode as my body tends. senses and anticipation, in lust and love. In absolute bliss as my orgasm explodes, hungrily, forcefully, my body grasping at the throbbing desire inside, as it explodes in my ass, in my pussy,

feeling my entire lower body with the hot threads of thick cum. I collapsed back against a stone and open my eyes to the silvery glow of the moon, etching the images of Richard and Chris, into the shadows, the flames of the fire dancing over them, filling their images with a passionate glow. You came back? A gentle pressure pushes on my chest,

as if a hand was being placed on my heart. We never left, always here. The unspoken words just seemed to appear in my mind, sliding down the stone to sit on the ground. The shadows engulf me more A warm embrace Protecting safe loving Slowly reality dawns in my mind

Do I have to come up here Every time I want to see you Hoping for all that I am worth That the answer is no Somehow I already know Suddenly a stone drops from the top of the wall Into the fire Cracking with the heat

Tonight you ready Just here. You will be safe with us. Tomorrow morning you can check that stone. It's a present. Sleep stills over me, not wanting this to end. For the first time in four years I feel relaxed as I surrender to the desire of sleep that invades every cell. The sweet songs of birds awaken me. In the bright morning sun there are no drums. no shadows, and the fire has burned down to a few smouldering twigs, wondering for a moment if last night was just a wild dream, induced by my need under more than ample dose of weed. Confused, I lift myself from the ground. The early morning sun caresses my face as I stand up to walk to the dying embers of the fire,

the stone that fell into the fire last night, still pulsate. with an amber glow, poking it with a stray branch from the ground. It shatters into dust. One golden glass-like shard sits on top of the remains of the stone, no breeze, no whisper. Just a thought, an intuition in my head. Nervously touching the golden shard just with my fingertip, expecting it to see in my skin. pulling back as soon as I touch it in nervous reaction

the gentle warmth of its glistening surface surprises me holding my breath I muster all the courage I can and grasp it firmly pulling it from the smouldering embers its warm loving glow spreading over my hands my arms the constant tension I have felt for the past four years subsides Putting it up into the morning sunlight, it glimmers with an inner glow,

as if a light, no, two lights next to each other. We're shining inside, we are here, always and forever. The thought appears not in my head, but in my heart and permeates my whole body. Eventually returning home, my bag falls heavily on the floor as I walk through to my kitchen. A dull thud reminding me of all the things I would have emptied out of it years ago. A twinge of loneliness moves over me, as I hear my footsteps across the wooden floor. Their echo reminding me that it is only me here now. Grabbing a bottle of water from my refrigerator, I drink heavily quenching the dehydration that has burned at my throat this morning.

With the bottle already half empty, a rush of light-headedness forces me on to a bit. bar stall at my breakfast bar. The need for stability in this whirlpool of insanity, too strong to bear anymore. For a moment, I study the bottle of clear water, desperate to cling to whatever sanity I have left. Am I to be cursed with the pain of insanity, as well as a stabbing ache of anxiety? Not knowing where reality ends and my dream like fantasies begin? Resisting the urge to start another fearing it might take me into a maelstrom of madness and a life lived out in fantasy. I toy it with the one material thing from last night, the one real thing, the stone that sits in my pocket. Building up the courage to look at it again, I take a deep breath.

Studying for a moment, it is glossy surface reflecting gold-warm light around my small kitchen. That glow seems to fill the whole room, noting for the first time that it is shaped like a tear-drop. I fight the urge to cry again. My eyes still sting from all the tears I have cried over the past 24 hours. I don't think I have anything left to cry with. Slowly gently, a warmth emanates from the stone, spreading through my whole body. The feeling of desperate despair and loneliness subsiding With the wave of loving warmth

I close my eyes to submit to the feeling moving across my body As I open them again The sunlight is captured beautifully by the stone Refracting it across every surface The golden rainbow pushing shadows around me Embracing me We are here always and forever

confused and lost the shadows move closer around me tightening their warm grasp on me filling me with love and security as they press along my body transforming into the bodies I need the men I love the desires that satisfy me

endlessly well I hope that's got you in the motor a little sensuously fun. Now, next week with Christmas just around the corner. I'm planning a particularly filthy festive story for Christmas Eve. I wasn't going to, but you know, it is Christmas. And I'd like to give you something a very filthy this year. So until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind. And this is Devlin Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.

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