Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 38: A festive erotic story of three sensual fantasies and Wonder Woman!

Episode Date: December 24, 2020

An Erotic Christmas Story of undiscovered lustFor even deeper pleasure you can visit me at wyldedesires.com where everything is a FREE listen, all Christmas weekend.It's Christmas Eve, the part done. Ash lays awake in her bed, frustrated by her own low self esteem and sexual urges.She had missed her chance, he was there, his desire obvious, but yet again she had let the opportunity slip through her fingers.When. a surprise nighttime visitor appears, Ash is terrified, not knowing whether to run or hide. Could this mysterious stranger hold the key to her desires?This story does contain descriptions of bondage with handcuffs and intimate spanking.

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 you know, as it's Christmas Eve, I've brought Sunday night story forward a little, and I'm going to do a little festive fun. And you know, as always, if you want even more intense pleasure, if you ache for something deep. more satisfaction this Christmas

than why not come and see me at wild desires.com you know there's so much more that you can enjoy just listening to my voice and as a special Christmas treat this weekend everything on wild desires is a free listen so why not get over there now

and pick out your favorite fantasy and experience it like never before so when you're ready take a nice deep breath and hold it for a count of three two one

let it go with a sigh relaxation spreading from the top of your head to the tip of your toes let all the stress of the week just go For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you in my voice. This is your time. Your time to relax, your time to enjoy.

Deep and intense sensual pleasure. Just close your eyes and let my voice drift over you. My words caress you as you enjoy this week's story. Stupid fucking low self-esteem. Ash whispered angrily as she tossed in her bed for the umteenth time, unable to sleep and frustrated out of her mind by this evening's events. She rolled over again, reaching to her bedside cabinet and opening the bottom drawer before rummaging inside. Her fingers grasping the latex of her favourite vibrator. She retrieves it and breathes a sigh of relief.

and buttoning her night shirt, the winter's night, biting her nipples, forcing them into tight peaks. She rotates the vibrator's base warming it a little in her hands as it vibrates to life. Slowly she circles it around her erect nipple, closing her eyes and remembering that dance she had with Mark from engineering. She'd gone out and bought a new super sexy dress. that complimented her curves beautifully, even gone to the extreme of a whole new set of lingerie, a garter belt, so he just had to know she was wearing stockings.

That last slow dance of the Christmas party, when his hands grasped her ass, and he teased the clasps on her stocking tops. She could feel his appreciation pressing firmly against her belly. Damn if she could feel him throbbing, His body tensing as her erect nipples stroked against his chest. Her core aching for that cock inside of her, her pussy dripping with need. She slides a vibrator over her stomach, pushing it between her thighs.

The vibrator presses against her already throbbing clit. Ash pushes her hips up to slide her pussy along the vibrator, imagining his cock there now. before sliding it deep into her wanton sex, her back arching in beautiful desire. She thrusts the vibrator deep and hard into herself, her core clutching as she feels it pushing at the end of her, although those beautiful vibrations sending tremors through her whole body. Oh God, she moans as the avalanche of pleasure erupts inside her,

her thighs glenching hard around the latex love-mushing. As her panting subsides, her body convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm, flooding from head to toe. Gently she whispers to herself, If only they knew the real me. She smiles as the image moves through her mind. Wonder Woman-like, the goody two-shoes ash from accounts, magically transformed into the sexual tempterous. She knows lurks within. keeping her eyes closed and holding the image.

Eventually the veil of sleep descends over Ash, and dreams come to her. Images of Ash the tempteress and what she might do with that whip if she ever got Mark into her bed. Suddenly Ash is awoken by a loud crash and a shape cursing at the bottom of her bed. Oh fucking ho! growls, picking himself

off the floor. Standing over the end of Ash's bed, she can hardly breathe with the fear pulsating in her chest. Who the fuck are you? She eventually gasps. Santa fucking Claus. What does it look like?

He said, snarling under his breath. Shocked by this strange man at the foot of her bed, claiming to be Santa Claus. But like no Santa Claus Ashe had ever heard of. Her jewel stays aghast at his cursing. You don't look like any Santa Claus I have ever heard of. Ash says, her voice stern and what she hopes sounds authoritative and strong. Suddenly wicked Santa is next to her, his damp, warm breath caressing her

neck as he whispers. That's because you listen to the kiddies version. But you haven't been wishing for anything, nice and sweet. Have you, Ash? His voice caressing parts of her body. It had no business going near. I don't know what you mean. I've been a good girl all year. Suddenly overwhelmed by his salacious presence.

But not from choice, he grins. His hand dives between her thighs under her nightshirt, an image flashing in her mind. A fantasy she had a thousand times of Mark coming into her office, pulling her roughly from her chair. His voice urgent and demanding as he whispers, I want you, Ash, I want you here, I want you now. Looking up into his blue eyes,

Ash's beautiful Bambi eyes dilate, spreading with desire as her hands fumble at his belt, loosening his waistband. before pushing her hand lower inside his pants, feeling his strong, hard cock in her hand. Stroking it, feeling it pulse gently, feeling his knee swelling. She drops to her knees.

Her lips teasing gently over the end of him, her tongue tasting him, up and down the length of his shaft gently sucking the end of his cock watching him moan she grins to herself knowing how much he wants her how swollen he is as she slides her lips

along the length of his cock taking him right to her throat sliding her mouth faster and faster his fingers through her hair pulling her tighter onto him she can feel his orgasm already rising and he looks down at her

passion burning in his blue eyes he smiles and lifts her up turning her he bends her over her desk lifting her skirt and exposing her panties for a moment he stands and admires the lace caressing her ass, growling his approval before a quick spank of his hand, reddens the pale skin of her butt, leaning over her. He rips her panties from her trembling body. Pressing his hard, cock teasingly against her pussy, threatening to thrust inside, but holding back as her pleasure

drips down her thighs. His breath teases her ear as he whispers, feel how hard I am for you, Ash. I've wanted you for so long. His voice vibrating with desire. Do you know how many nights I've sat up? Rubbing my heart cock for hours, thinking of having you. His fingers thrust into her wet pussy, massaging it, exploring it, forcing her to moan loudly as her lips suck at his fingers,

moving in and out of the wet fold. of her desire. Her body trembling with lust, with a need to come. Please, Mark, please fuck me, Ash cries, I need to fill your cock inside me. Fill me, Mark, please. Desperation dripping from every word leaving her mouth. Pushing his hand over her ass, parting her cheeks, his thumb teasing. That most sensitive hole, before he slides. his cock deep and hard into her pussy, crying from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him inside her. The delight of her core clutching at his hard cock, pressing deeper and deeper with every powerful thrust, clutching at her desk, desperately as waves of pleasure move over her body,

trying to hold onto something, anything to control the pleasure erupting from every cell of her body. She needs him to come inside her. She wants to feel that shared moment, as they both explode in perfect pleasure. His body tenses, growling loudly as his hands grasp her ass, moving over the curve of her hips and pulling her trembling body hard onto his pulsing cock. Any second now, she knows he's going to come. Suddenly her eyes spring open. Wicked Santa watching her with a wide as grin Ash has ever seen. But that was so last year, he winks knowingly. Then you went and watched 50 Shades of Grey with Henry. What's his name? Reaching to his sack on the floor. He turns as he lifts it, giving Ash an almost apologetic look.

Well, I know you wished for Henry, but he was busy tonight. So I got the next best thing. grinning like a Cheshire cat as he holds up a pair of handcuffs triumphantly. Moving at the speed of lightning, two metallic clicks and her hands are secured to her bedhead. Suddenly the idea of light bondage doesn't seem like so much fun. Squirming on her bed, Ash tries to escape the manacles. While Santa sits watching her, and laughing menacingly. Oh, calm down, Ash. You know this is what you asked for this year.

He whispers as his long fingers tease her wrecked nipples to her nightshirt, rubbing them forcibly, lights flash in Ashes' eyes, as waves of pleasure move over her body, pushing her thighs together, trying to control the desire burning through her core. Her body arches in pleasure, forcing her breasts hard into his hands, as her eyes opened from the electricity burning through her body.

Mark's tongue circles her nipple, teasing it, sucking it between his teeth, forcing Ash's desire to grow, arching her back to invite his teeth further onto her breast, her wrist straining against the handcuffs as desire torments her body. His palm pushes down her stomach, his fingers caressing, the curve of her thighs, before he grasped her clit between his finger and thumb, pinching it forcibly. Ash twists in pleasure and pain on the bed, pushing her feet deep into the mattress, her thighs clamping onto his hand. Moaning loudly, her orgasm growing deep in her core, a swirling ball of energy that will not yield, will not stop, spreading all over her body,

A wildfire of lust that sets every cell A flame with desire Mark lifts her legs quickly Exposing her ass to his cruel desires With one brush With one broad lash of his hand He sends shockwaves pummeling through her body Her pussy crying out for attention

To be caressed, to be fingered To be fucked Already she can feel it pulsing Throbbing Her lips invited him to thrust his fingers deep into her folds, to explore them, to take her like no man has ever taken her. His fingers slide slowly along the lips of her pussy, teasing her wet desire, caressing her clit, flicking it gently. Every flick of his now, sending the warm waves of pleasure circling through

her body, before he slaps her firmly on her clit, an avalanche of pain and pleasure erupts over Ashes' body, causing her to scream in the most erotic agony, feeling the pain subside, and that familiar warm permeate every inch of her skin, filling her with lustful need, another spank across her clit, her body edging towards the satisfaction she craves, that pleasure she needs more than her next breath. Just one more spank, and she knows she will come, holding her breath, waiting for it, needing it. The anticipation burns through Ash's body. You're really getting into this, aren't you? Wicked Santa says. His eyes glimmering with amusement. Oh, fuck, you again. Can't you just leave me

wherever you send me for a minute longer? Not yet, not until I say. What do you think you might have learned from my visit? Is stare turning severe? That you're an evil fucker who likes to torment women, she says, frustration resounding through every word. Well, yes I am. But that's not the point of tonight's visit, he says, his eyes narrowing as if studying Ash's thoughts. His hands move quickly between her thighs,

his fingers pushing deep and hard inside her pussy, massaging that one spot that guaranteed an aching pleasure. Ash's back arches as the desire cascades over her body. Her pleasure undeniable as her orgasm expands over every cell. Grasping the bedsheets in desperate need, Ash cries, oh my fucking God! As a sensation subside, her orgasm denied her again. Ash pants with frustrated need. Opening her eyes.

Mark watches her intently. Lust burning behind. in that beautiful blue, admiring the long evening dress she has on. The sort of dress Ash could only dream of owning, staring at him intently as he sits on a chair, a party almost like a New Year's Eve party all around them, ignoring the music going on, people dancing in some half-drunk in stupor, ignoring the nagging thought that she had never seen Mark at a New Year's Eve party. Work had never done one. Well, not until later this year.

But none of that mattered. All that mattered was the lust she felt for this man right now. His aching erection obvious in his pants. Ash lifts her skirt and sits over him, lowering his zipper. She reaches inside his pants. She will not be denied again. She pulls his hard cock into the air, gasping at the feel of it between her fingers as she teases the tip of him with her thumb.

The delight spreading through a body as he moans loudly, his head rolling back, slowly but firmly. Ash slides her hand up and down his throbbing shaft, smiling to herself as she feels him swelling even like. her other hand gliding between her thighs, moving her panties to one side as she guides him into a wet pussy. Gently she rocks her hips, her pussy clutching at his hard cock, massaging it, needing him to come inside her. Mark moves his hand over her breast, pinching her nipples through the soft lace of her bodice. That now familiar glove of pleasure returns with a vengeance, as she moves.

moves her hips more firmly along his shaft, her hand reaching down, rubbing her clit, forcing her orgasm to grow. Desperation burns for her body, sinking into each other's gaze. They kiss deeply, breathing each other's moans as the pleasure spreads between them, intensifying with every movement, the intimacy, the passion that burns between them. Mark grasps her breasts firmly. His body tenses, she will not be denied, rocking her hips hard against his pulsing cock. A growl rises through his chest as his body tenses. Ashes' orgasm spreads, her core clutching, her lips sucking at his pulsing cock as he erupts inside her. Her body trembles at the sensation of his warm cum filling her pussy,

as her orgasm explodes in an avalanche of pleasure, moving down her whole body. flooding right onto a clit as he calls her name loudly, closing her eyes, not wanting to move, needing to fill his pulsing cock inside of her. She smiles as a warm after glow of pleasure, embraces her body, accentuated by the sensation of warm cum, sliding down her thigh.

Finally satisfied, ash lays against Mark's chest, His strong arms around her, holding her safe and secure, listening to the thudding of his heart, as it slowly quietens. Opening her eyes the white fur trim of a red coat tickles her face. This is all very cosy, wicked Santa says, but maybe not what you want. Ash glares at him harshly, lifting her head from his chest. "'Why you hear?' she demands. "'Why, pretty baby, to save you from yourself.'

"'He says, smiling gently. "'Brushing her hair from her forehead, he whispers, "'So what have you learned from my visit?' "'That I should take charge?' "'She ventures a little unsure. "'Now you're getting it, pretty baby.' "'He says as he kisses her forehead, "'satisfied and relaxed.

Ash drops almost instantly to sleep. A deep, restful sleep full of Wonder Woman, a mark. The sun is already high in the sky when she awakes. Looking around, there is no wicked Santa, no handcuffs. Just her in her bed with a picture of Wonder Woman, laying on the sheets next to her. Sitting bolt upright, she says, Fuck, it's Christmas Day.

She grabs her cell phone from the, the side, desperately needing to ring her family. Through the remaining veil of sleep, she tries to focus her mind a mass of confusion. Something's wrong. Her phone says 3pm, 31st of December. She can't have slept for a whole week. Turning on her TV, it confirms a date and time. Fuck, she says. The office New Year's party starts in an hour and she hasn't a thing to wear. Leaping out of her bed, she goes to the closet, desperately trying to find something, anything. Her hands suddenly lands on a long evening dress, one that she has never seen before. Except maybe in her dream last night, smiling she retrieves it from the closet and hangs it up.

Mark, sweetheart, you have no idea what will hit you tonight. She whispers. Well, I hope you've enjoyed that little story. A little festive, I thought. You know. Well, you've got to do your bit. Now, obviously there's no show on Sunday because you're listening to it now. And it is Christmas, but you're getting it early tonight.

So happy Christmas, one and all. Now next week I will be doing a show, but it will be on New Year's Eve, not on the Sunday. Much like this week. and after that we return back to normal. But, for now, I'm wishing you a salacious Christmas. And I hope Wicked Santa brings all your fantasies to life. Until next time, this is Devlin Wild, saying goodnight. As you have enjoyed this show this evening,

you can go ahead and subscribe to my podcast so you don't miss another salacious episode. And you know you can go ahead and visit me at wilddesires.com and grab your own free experiential erotic story. Just for coming.