Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Drowning In Desire Part 1: The Sirens Lustful Lament

Episode Date: November 21, 2025

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakenings App on the Apple Store, or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the quiet town where the sea kisses the shore, Tess finds herself haunted by the last words she exchanged with Finn before he vanished beneath the waves. Regret clings to her like sea salt, and as she stands on the beach, her heart breaks for the love she lost. Yet, as the tide ebbs and flows, so does her longing—transforming into tantalizing erotic fantasies that dance like shadows on the sand.But the ocean holds secrets deeper than Tess ever imagined. As she plunges into the supernatural depths of her desires, she uncovers a world where passion knows no bounds and the boundaries between life and death blur. Finn's spirit calls to her, weaving a tale of love intertwined with BDSM and longing that transcends the physical realm.In a journey filled with tearjerking revelations and tantalizing encounters, Tess must confront the truth of Finn's demise and the powerful connection that binds them—one that could either set her free or drown her in desire forever. Join Tess as she navigates the stormy waters of love, loss, and the supernatural, discovering that some ties can never be severed, and the heart's deepest yearnings can lead to the most unexpected places. Will she find closure, or will she drown in the depths of her desire?

Have you ever had a moment where you think, man, someone should really do something about this? Then you realize, maybe that someone is you. Well, with the help of GoFundMe, you can change someone's life. You could start a GoFund me to help a friend pay for school, fund that new community space, or help a local kid finally get to that national competition. I've seen this myself. Last year, a friend of mine launched a go fund me to help with medical bills after an unexpected surgery. It was incredible how fast the support rolled in.

People want to help. They just need a way to do it. And GoFundMe makes it easy. So, do you have a dream, a person, or a cause in your life that could use some support? Don't wait for someone else to bring change. You can be the one who makes a difference. GoFundMe is the world's number one fundraising platform, trusted by over 200 million people. Start your GoFundMe today at gofundme.com.

That's gofundme.com. Gofundme.com. Hi. is Devlin. I want to take a moment before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't skip this notice, it's just too important to ignore. As you may already know, recently several adult podcasts, just like sensual awakenings, have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down by the platforms. They were taken down by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We have seen this

before. When YouTube removed my video channel, when SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice, no warning, they were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands of listeners frustrated. It is part of an ongoing assault by the powers of me to censor anything they deem unsuitable for you to enjoy. So, to make sure you never miss an episode, the only way I can guarantee you'll always have access to your favourite stories is by downloading the Central Awakening's app. It's safe, private, non-censored and completely commercial free.

Just the way stories for consenting grown-ups are meant to be. It doesn't matter if you are on an Android or an Android, Apple phone. You can just go ahead and follow the link in this episode's notes or visit me at wildembed.com and follow the links there to download the app. Thank you for listening and thank you for staying with me. So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. On this episode of erotic stories from Wild in Bed, Part 1 of a paranormal, second-chance sexy romance that teases on the darker side of things.

The moment he walked out of the door, Tess regretted him leaving during an argument, turning his back on her to return to his beloved sea As the last words of the tempests she had created echoed around their kitchen, doubt filled her mind. Would he ever come back after what she had said? Would she fill his arms once again? Her grandmother had always said never part on the bad word. Would this sagely advice haunt her for the rest of her days?

Hi, it's Devlin. And welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories. Essential satisfaction and finger-licking good fantasies. Now, tonight's episode, and for the next few weeks, a couple at least. This was actually a short story I penned a while back. Yes, going back into the midst of time. It's, it is dark, and it obviously is erotic, but it is a full-length story, so it's a little longer than normal.

Probably about three or four episodes, who knows, once I get into the narrating flow and just cutting it off at the right time to keep you waiting and anticipation for the next episode. But it is on the darker side of things. so I do hope you enjoy. Now you know this podcast is best enjoyed, laying on your bed. I hope your clothes are suitably loosened. Just put your ear buds in. Close those eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, caressing over you.

And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, and just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. Releasing it with a sigh, letting go of all that tension, all that 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 sensual satisfaction. Your time to explore your inner desires. As you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in the story. The mood in Tess's eyes matched the storm brewing outside and Finn was in no mood for a either. It was madness, absolute stupidity to be arguing over the meaning of a word. Seriously, this had just exploded from nowhere. Now he was watching his wife apparently giving serious thought to causing him real physical pain over a stupid word that he had meant as a bloody compliment. It means darling. The frustration was barely controlled in Finn's voice. It doesn't, I looked it up, Finn.

It means vain. The jeweled fire of anger and hurt, burning deep in her eyes, contrasting the normal sensitive sky blue. I'm your vein is hardly a compliment, Finn. Maybe I need to check all those poems you gave me. Maybe I need to reread all the little letters. Check all their meanings, and see what else you've been hiding in your words. You could tell me anything, Finn, anything.

How would I know? The only person who tells me what they mean is you, and I can't believe that anymore. Finn couldn't believe that this had escalated to this height. The thought bounced mercilessly around Finn's head, but given that Tess's hand was so close to the pans, and more importantly the night, block, he decided discretion really was the better part of valour and certainly essential in him getting out of here intact. Different words formed on his lips as he watched her fingers

edging towards the pans. We use it more colloquially than that. We use it differently. It's like the beat of my heart, my darling. You can look it up in dictionaries, but it won't be the same as we use it. Total BS Finn. Her anger flamed even higher in her eyes. Tess was normally peaceful and calm, but when she lost her temper, she brought a whole new meaning to the definition of hot. On every level, his eyes were drawn down her curves. Every inch of her seemed accentuated by her anger. The movement of her breasts almost. hypnotic. The way her legs tensed as she shouted and got that brought so many thoughts into his head. Without thinking, Finn started playing with his finger, his damaged finger. The result of an

accident at sea that had left it twisted, deformed. The finger looked pained as if it was trying to replicate a gnarly tree and so christened it his contortion. The first time he had been intimate with Tess, they discovered it was perfectly shaped to touch her in all the right places, creating the most beautifully intense orgasms. From then on they called it his beautiful contortion. Every time he felt aroused without thinking he would touch it. Controlling the urge to tell her he wanted her right now over the breakfast table. as it might not be taken in the way he intended.

He took a step back. I have to go. I have my ship waiting for me in the harbour. A crew waiting and a contract to satisfy. We will talk about this tomorrow night when I get back. His eyes focused on her hands moving closer to those pans. You can come back tomorrow, but there's no guarantee you'll get through that door, Finnegan-Burn. her temper blazing

normally Finn would have calmed her down taken control but right now he really did need to get down to the harbour for the ship this stupid argument was costing him money something he would be angry about tomorrow as he watched his profits dive beneath the sea go back to your precious sea

your precious boat I obviously mean nothing to you We will talk tomorrow. I have a business to run and people are counting on me. That's it, Tess. Tomorrow. More abruptly than he intended, he pulled the door closed as he left. The sound of the pan hitting the door emphasised the fact that the door was now closed.

And Finn had escaped. Right now, the storm at sea was a lot more predictable than the storm at home. He knew the sea. knew her moods, her tantrums. Tests like this was a tad more difficult to predict. All thoughts of the argument at home pelt into nothing once he was out on the open sea. As another wave crashed over the bow of the Breliemtum,

the day's catch erupting from the fish kegs designed to hold them, flooding over the deck hand who scrambled desperately to hold onto anything. that might float. The ship screamed cries of creaks and groans, as she was tormented by the waves. And for the first time in his life, Finn doubted if his ship would survive this onslaught. Their one salvation, the lifeboat long since ripped from the ship by the waves, snatched by some unseen hand as a foreshadowing of what was to come. The ship killed badly unstable, uncontrollable. They had no choice but to weather the storm.

The wind screaming like banshees around them, wailing through the ship. The sound of the waves, the wind deafening. Yet somehow, somewhere through all that noise, the unmistakable sound of death. The faintest sound that shouted louder than hell to be heard. the crack of timber At that moment That split second Finn knew their fate was sealed

The rain stung Finn's face stabbing at his lips as he tried to shout orders The noise around them too loud For any sense to be made of his barked commands Desperately grabbing men Thrusting them against anything that might float The time was near He knew that

Only Lady Luck could save any of them now The ship His ship Was lost The storm Battled the sailors as they tried to tie themselves against the plastic fish cakes Desperate for a life raft of any description

Finn's fingers Numbed by the shooting rain Fumbled with the knots Fuck it! Fuck it! This is not the time not to be able to tie knots. Again his fingers fumbled the rope dropping it. For a moment it seemed like the storm abated. Maybe it was his imagination.

Maybe it was the panic, the fear coursing through his body. Maybe he was already dead. He just hadn't realised. But somewhere in the new background, a new noise. One he didn't recognise. The sound of velvet slice. velvet sliding over silk. He couldn't see anything for this damned rain, but there was something else there, something hidden behind the veil of rain. He couldn't see or couldn't understand

what he saw. Without warning, there was a snap at his chest as he was yanked back against the bulkhead. His head slammed hard against it, dazing him badly, unable to focus, to concentrate, to think He felt something tightening around his chest, forcing him to breathe in short gasps. Panicking furiously, a cloth of some description slid over his face. Breathing in the fumes that reaped through whatever material it was. Getting harder and harder to breathe. He struggled to keep his eyes open as they forced themselves shut. Not now.

No, please God, not now. Finn slumped to the deck hard as the cracking of the timbers grew louder and louder. The Briliamtul killed badly. Her timbers shattering as the storm dealt its fatal blows, taking their chances in the sea, rather than being sucked into the oblivion by the sinking ship. The deckmates deserted the Brea Lim too for the last time. Large ripples danced across the sea

A fitting memorial for the ship that was lost As those ripples drifted into the depths of the sea Following the courts of the ship Into the darkness of the ocean The storm abated Sated as suddenly as she has started Her passioned her anger Exhausted

Fish kegs in the deck hands drifted at the wheel of the oceans Somewhere in the ripples The partial nameplate broken by the anger of the storm Floated The words brielium Just visible within the water And somewhere in the depths Drifting in the darkness

All the body of Finneken burn was taken to that place, let only sailors go. Over the coming weeks and months, Tess often found solace on the beach. Its seclusion, hidden away from other people, where the deep blue of the ocean gently caressed the golden sand so peacefully, perfectly protected from the storms out at sea. This was truly her sanctuary. Each tide seemed to move so gently over the sand But lying the storms that lay far out at sea

That soft kiss of every tide moving so slowly The water climbing higher and higher As if exploring the beach for the very first time The moonlight danced across the water And if she squinted her eyes just so She might see a thousand sprites dancing across the water dancing across the tide, excited by their return to the beautiful beach, carrying tales of excitement and adventure of exploration and discovery.

The gentle whispers of the sea breeze, moving up and down the beach, promising the pleasures of exotic adventures, gentle deep tones that seem to resonate somewhere deep inside us. As if she hadn't heard the whispers but just felt them echoed so deep inside, every breath seeming to take those whispers even deeper. Like a lover's promise that touches you in all the right places and just grows with every breath. Exotic fragrances of the sea, hints of far away places of adventure and discovery teasing her imagination. stimulating her on a deeper level so gentle

just strong enough that she could taste them the passion of her fin was never far away her red hair caressed by the wind blew around her face as she walked along the beach as if lost in her own self-indulgent dream this was her a place to escape the stresses and strains of the day a place where she could truly be alone with her thoughts and memories

and as she walks along the beach immersing herself in the sensations of the soft sand still warm from the afternoon sun so gentle under her naked feet the further she walks along the beach the further she can leave the real world behind her she had always loved the feeling of the sand between her toes It takes her back to being a child again

Of careless playing and dreams Stories of monsters and heroes Of running for endless hours along the beach Never wanting to leave Even now Just feeling the caress of the sand between her toes Takes her back to that time A time before the pain and loss

A time before Finn The sound of the sea whispering its delights and promises of pleasure. Finn had always said he was at one with the sea. And this close to the endless expanse of water, Tess could truly feel him again. Away from the maddening crowds and the noise, it was only near water. She felt like she was back with him. As she reached a small inlet, the tide washing gently over the sea. sand she turns back to face the sea to immerse in its song and close her eyes one more moment she whispered in quiet prayer one moment to say all the things she could have said

instead of arguing one moment if she knew she would never have another moment with fin again a tear stung at her eyes as she lay down on the sand It's all too familiar, a soft caress embracing her. Tess closed her eyes once more. The tide gently washing around her feet, caressing her slowly. The rise and fall of her chest falling in symphony with the tide. The sea pressed higher, inch by inch, moving up her legs. Her skin gently throbbing with a warm passion.

as the kiss of the sea pushed along her thighs. Finn, she moaned gently, the voice of the sea groaning its reply. She could remember the whisper of his breath, the caress of his beard, the tormenting temptation of his tongue, as the waves moved higher, forcing her to writhe in pleasure. Her legs twisting as the water embraced her body. is gentle arms holding her close and safe as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the simple pleasures of that sensation the feeling of a thousand moonlight sprites dance so gently over her body a warm tingle vibrating through every nerve as she submitted to the night and here at the edge of the sea she could feel herself

in the embrace of a man once again, a man who was the love of her life, a man she thought she would grow old with, all the plans they had created, torn from her grasp in one fateful night. But here and now, in this moment, she could feel it all again, here in the embrace of sand and sea. In between the ripples of the tide, she can still see as dark. eyes looking up at her. Finn, please, she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. Come to me as she let herself sink deeper and deeper into the waves, pulling her to him, remembering his touch, his kiss, his warmth, his passion, moving over her body. That sensation all over again, as if it was right here, right now.

rising through her legs, aching so deep inside, tensing, that tide washing between her thighs higher and higher, the height of his desire pressing between her legs, so gentle, so sensual. His moist, warm breath, the tide moving higher, moving over her body, pushing against her sex, God, how she ached to feel him again, to be at one with him one more time. The rhythm of his hips as he pushed against her throbbing, feeling his breath, his tongue, his lips upon her neck as he pushed his cock inside. The tide, the heat, the pulsing, burning inside, aching, that heat growing inside her. Finn, she cries, pressing her hips upward, meeting his thrusts.

The tide seeming to respond, the hit of the waves, whispering his words in her ear. Crashing right against her clitter, body exploding in an orgasm. Her thighs clutching together, her body arching in spasm. Tears streaming down her cheeks mixing with the sea spray. That salty taste on her lips. More memories flooding back of those moments they had shared. Wild times, fun times, the memory of his taste there on her lips, her tongue, her throat, the warmth easing between her lips.

God how she loved that, so intimate, so personal, so thin. For that moment it was just her and him once more. Nothing and no one else in the world mattered, as if they were once again entwined. just her and him a shared connection and energy she had never known with anyone else and all that time he was out to see she could feel him no matter how far he went she always felt him with her his warmth his protection his support his undying love but the only place she could feel that now was here in the tide she wondered if probably she had lost her mind and she just didn't realize it.

But given the choice between sanity or reliving those moments again, sanity was always going to lose. Like every night, the tide wrapped its warmth around her, his arms, embracing her once more, closing her eyes,

and surrendering to the glow that veiled her body, never wanting to be far from the same, sea, far from Finn, I'm coming. The words of the sea echoed in her mind, and for a moment Tess wondered if she'd really heard the words, or just imagined them. Well, I hope you enjoyed part one of our story. Next week, part two. So, what's going on? Was Finn lost at sea? What's happening with Tess? Because she lost her mind. Well, you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out.

And it does start getting a little darker, should we say. So until next week, and we can get wild in bed all over again. This is Devlin Wild. And always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now and download the Central Awakening's app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view. You can find the links in this show's notes or by visiting wildembed.com.

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. I don't know. Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh! Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

I don't know. I don't know.