Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - 47: Listeners Erotic Story - Sex in Nature

Episode Date: March 1, 2021

She sits waiting...longing...for the man of her dreams. Somewhere he is out there...but where? His memory still burns through her body, his passion still fuels her own. She still aches for him. So you can enjoy even more intense sensual pleasure, just follow this link to the VIP club, https://wyldeinbed.com/vip-clubs/

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 Monday Night Destination for Salacious Stories. sensual satisfaction and finger-looking good fantasies now tonight's little story has been sent in and as you enjoy this listener fantasy

you know you can enjoy even more intense pleasure and unlimited satisfaction by coming to see me at wild desires.com but you can test ride your own free erotic fantasy and just for coming. You can know this podcast is best enjoyed 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, take a deep breath and hold it for a moment. And then let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 20 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 release that in a woman. As you listen to my voice and feel the story caressing over your body. As you enjoy this week's listener fantasy, The early afternoon sun warms her face and shoulders. She sits in the grass, her legs folded, and her hands resting on her knees. Her eyes are closed in silent contemplation as she breathes in and out with rhythmic ease. Her mind wanders and she feels a burning in the middle of her back that is yet unnamed.

unchallenged. She straightens her spine and tries to ignore the pressure against her back. The back of her neck tingles, the muscles of her throat tighten as the ache in her chest become stronger and louder in her silent mind. Where are you?

She whispers to the sun. A breeze rustles through the hair resting near her ear and she shivers. Her crown tingles. Warmth flows over her and around her. She slowly opens her eyes, silhouetted against the sunlight. A figure walks up the slope of the hill she is sitting on. She knows him, knows his name, his eyes, his smile, and the sound of his voice. Hello, beautiful. He whispers in his gruff tone. Where are you? She sighs again. Here, he says and kneels in front of her. I miss you.

She whispers, tears blur her vision. She closes her eyes. A strong hand reaches out, touching the edge of her jaw. I feel you all the time. but can't touch you or hear you. I'm questioning if this is real, and yet cannot stop being pulled in your direction. Her lips feel the butterfly caress of a kiss, and she trembles, her mouth tingles, nerves coil in her belly.

Is any of this real? She mutters, arms encase her, and she feels someone nibble the skin of her neck. This cannot be real. She murmurs as tinkles of pleasure flush over her chest to her centre. Her breath catches, her chin lifts toward the sky as the tingles race down the centre of her neck. Something warm and firm cups her breast and she moans. The nipple stings prickly and she gasps with pleasureed surprise.

This cannot be happening. She says softly and falls back into the rich grass. Her arms raised above her head. Her core seems to pulse with her heartbeat. Her clit hums. She twists her hips. Tingles race across her chest as another strong grip, takes a hold of her other breast.

And she feels the soft flesh embraced in a warm palm. She arches slightly. Her nipples still hums as if pulled. called repeatedly by unseen lips. Please. She sighs on an escaping breath. Her body is tingling. Warmth from the sun beats down,

blinding her until the man leans up and blocks out the light. Please, she breathes again, just before he bends over and encapsulates her mouth in a deep kiss. He lays upon her. Her legs part, allowing him to rest. rest in her, in the warmth of the afternoon. His hips pressed down, and she feels the hardness of him against her burning core. She jerks her mouth away and cries out with need. I'm here, he says gruffly, his lips against her cheek.

I need you, she mutters harshly, almost frantic. Her legs wrap around his sides and she hugs him tightly. I need you too. He whispers, taking her mouth in another kiss. She groans, her hands reach out and she finds thick hair, burying her fingers into it, holding him close. He suckles her lips with long, deep caresses, letting his tongue slide in and out of her mouth,

before he gently tugs on her bottom lip with his teeth. She pances as he runs his lips over her neck, and down once again to her achy breasts. where he pulls one peek in his mouth and nipples with appreciation. She trails her hands over his back, feeling the strength of him, the manliness of him, her lips arch upwards, and she moans when his teeth prick her nipple with stinging pleasure.

He moves down her body. Her fingers tug on his hair, tingles race along her skin as he licks her hip, tugs on her clothing, and curses he cannot reach his aim. She lifts and fills warm sunshine caressing her skin as he pulls her yoga pants down her legs. The breeze is lovely, but not as lovely as the rush of his breath on her skin. He tugs on her panties with his teeth, his arms wrapping under her thighs.

He spans his hands along her hips and plays with the skimpy material, his eyes gazing up over her body. She looks down into beautiful blue eyes and fills herself tremble vise. silently. God, please! She whimpers, he presses his face against her mound, and begins to nibble her pussy lips through her panties. She cries out and tugs his hair. He is relentless, teasing her this way. He nibbles the notch where her thigh connects with her crotch. He runs his mouth along the seam of her panties, where moisture attests her desire for him. His finger caresses the material's edge, slowly easing it to one side until his tongue can sneak out

and flick the hard number of her desire she jerks with a spasm of glee he looks up at her then pulls the material out of the way lowering his head he runs his tongue up her seam with slow deliberation she cries out then catches her breath

he stops and leisurely swirls his tongue over her clit flicking it from side to side. She pants, lifting to his mouth, begging in action. What she cannot put into words. His grip on her hips tightens. And he holds her in place, teasing her with his tongue, giving her long licks before slowly rolling over the achy nub with deliberate need. Her pussy is seeping fluid.

She can feel it. He growls. The sound deep and hungry when he bites lightly on her lips. pulling them with his teeth. She cries out and rocks her head from side to side, his tongue finding her again and again, as he licks her rhythmically, persistently, not stopping,

as her hips recoil from the instant pleasure of his kiss. She digs her fingernails into his scalp and starts to groan loudly. He does not relent, does not release her as her pussy shivers and trembles violently beneath him. She is too close. Suddenly he pulls away and she cries out, her legs release from his hard grip.

She shudders, her orgasm denied, and her needs so great. Looking down, she watches him unbutton his pants and pull out his hard cock. She pleads with her eyes, hooking him with her feet, trying to pull in toward her. His large hands clasp her hips, stilling her movements. She blinks. The sun is still silhouetted behind him. but she can see the blue in his eyes as he looks down and buries his thick, hard cock into her deeply.

He lifts her hips, so she is resting on his shoulder blades. His hands clutch her tightly. She cries out as his cock dries into her hard and her pussy clamps down with an intense orgasm, her toes curl into the grass, and her fingers dig into her palms as a whirl burst into rainbow colors of dizzying energy. He drives into her as she shudders, causing her orgasm to listen. God, she shudders.

Her pussy's still tight and shivering. God, don't stop. He lowers her hips slightly and moves in and out of her softly. His rigid length filling her, stretching her to bursting. She tries to catch her breath, but can hardly think with the rush of renewed pleasure that begins to spiral its way through her core. God, she looks at him with achy need

and longing for him to possess her in every possible way to join with her in the way all soulmates connect to find fulfillment and peace. God, please! He growls loudly and rocks his hips hard against her. She reaches up and grabs his shoulders, pulling him down so she can kiss it with all the warmth that is hidden in her heart.

Her mouse sucks on his four lips. She swallows the heat of his breath as her body begins to tighten again. Fuck, sweetheart, he groans and pistons his hips against hers. She explodes, her orgasms so strong that she shivers and fills the earth tremble with the explosion of energy releasing from within her. Her body is rigid and held down with unseen hands as his love-making drives her into Nirvana,

and the sun explodes behind his head. His hips pound her fiercely, then he drops his head back and growls her name as he comes long and lovingly inside of her. He falls on to her, his chest heaving. She is dazed and exhausted, but feels such warmth, such fulfillment, that she wants to hold him to her breast and never let him go. He nibbles her neck. She trails her fingers over his back.

Don't go, she whispers, the bright blue of the skulls. eyes stare at her, and she can already feel the distance that is between them inserting itself. I'm always here, he murmurs. His weight is lifting, and she is looking at his face. I love you. She says with puzzlement, her cheeks grow hot. I can't explain it. His fingers caress her jaw, and the sun again beats behind his form. She feels tears sting her eyes. She feels tears sting her eyes, as his form is again wrapped in light and hidden from her. Don't go. She says with sadness in her sigh.

The sun blinds her and she blinks. He is gone. The birds are singing. She realizes that she is sitting cross-legged. Her hands resting on her knees, fully clothed. Where are you? She murmurs as the warmth of the sun heats her chestnut hair. The middle of her back aches, the tight pain making her want to cry.

Is any of this real? She whispers, feeling one hot tear, roll from the corner of her eye. Well, I hope you've enjoyed that. And you know you can send in your own fantasies. And you can hear them right here. Listen to by thousands of people every month. It's like having sex in public and nobody knowing. Now on Friday, Lamb to the slaughter returns,

and the tensions are building, as you've probably noticed. So I look forward to you joining me on Friday, and we can get wild in bed all over again. But for now, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild, wishing you salacious dreams. 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.

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