Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Drowning In Desire Part 2: The Sirens Lustful Lament

Episode Date: November 28, 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?

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being in her life. Since he went away, she really had eight to be with him all over again, not wanting to leave this place. Her memory of him, Tess refused to open her eyes. eyes yet. The moment she did, she knew reality would flood back in, and she would have to face this lonely life all over again. The heckling of seagulls bombarded her senses. Their pained wails shattering the memory she was immersed in. The glow of the sun burned at her eyelids, punishing her for wanting to be here for a little bit longer. Eventually she had no choice but to open her eyes and suffer the assault of reality once again

to leave this place that she could not bear to be away from. The all too familiar caress of velvet seaweed drifted down her legs. The final embrace of the sea releasing her once again back into the normal world. The tide receded slowly and Tess drifted back to life, back to this painful reality,

a reality she no longer wanted part of. For the first couple of months after she lost Finn, she tried to carry on, she really did. She held down the job, kept doing normal stuff. but something was always missing something much bigger than just Finn they always spoke about the connection that they shared something truly unique

that just kept pulling them together wherever they were tests never felt that more than the days weeks and months that followed that fateful night when the boat went down there was only one survivor a young deckhead who had completely lost his mind She wanted to know what had happened

But the poor lad could only keep on about monsters in his broken English Days after the inquest he headed as far inland as he could Apparently he took a job as a mechanic As far away from the sea as he could possibly manage Even though the last tendrils of the night had fallen away way. Tess could still feel the connection. Some days it was so strong it squeezed at her heart, but the truth remained. The closer she was to the sea, the strongest she felt it, the more it consumed her, just as she had been consumed by Finn, so much so that she quit her job in the

city two months after that night, begged and borrowed enough money to buy a coastal cafe. So she could be close to the sea every day, all day. She needed it. The journey back up the beach was always slower. The sand dragged at her feet, and she had to fight the urge to return, to go back to that spot and wait for the sea to take her. God, she prayed for that moment, and end this wretched existence, maybe one day. but not today.

Reaching the foot of the cliffs at the end of the cove was always the most difficult part. It always felt like she was leaving Finn behind. Every single step burned through her heart as she walked up the path the most difficult steps she ever had to take. Reaching the top, test stopped and took a deep breath

as she did every morning stealing herself to face another day she turned to look out to see one last time determined not to cry again somewhere in the distance the clouds announced a storm was brewing and just for a moment she wondered if Finn was aware of the storm before it hit

of course he was he'd been at sea all his life it was in his blood she just prayed it was quick and painless when the last moment of Finn's brief life faded away

clearing her thoughts with a shake of her head she turned and faced the cafe she had bought four years ago over the door the remains of the ship's name board stood proud

Brea Leon still had a certain ring to it and always had people asking what it meant. And then she could recount stories about her fin and the sea. Every story seemed to keep him alive that little longer. Without even giving it a thought, she added coffee beans to the machine. Relaxing a little as its familiar sounds and intense aroma filled the cafe. Test breathing returned to Noel for the first.

time since the beach. As the machine gurgled and fizzed with the promise of caffeine, she turned to the picture window, facing the nemesis of the sea from her safe haven. She briefly wondered how many minutes of the day she spent looking out to the distant horizon, willing his ship to appear, every time to be met only by frustration. The first coffee of the day always sank very quickly. It wasn't at all about the flavour. It was only about the caffeine she needed to get through another day.

She never actually tasted the coffee until the third cup. A sure sign it was time to breathe the shower. The shower itself held no fears for her. It was the journey to the shower that held so much pain, taking her past the bed that went unused. the bed they should have shared the bed he should be laying in right now although Finn never actually lived here

his presence weighed heavy in every room particularly the bedroom there were times when she'd just catch something out of the corner of her eye a glimpse a shadow as she would swear he was there this was their dream they'd spoken about it so often even made plans, but there was always a reason to delay.

Wait until tomorrow. Until there weren't any tomorrow's left. Dragging her feet, step by laborious step up, the wooden staircase. She passed the bedroom, barely opening her eyes enough to see the bed that tormented her and walked into the bathroom. A roll-top bath dominated the space. Like most of the furniture here, it had already been in place when she bought the building. And she suspected it had been here as long as the building itself.

It was certainly too heavy to consider moving without an army of men to help. Her fingers caressed its curves mindlessly. During bad storms it had been her sanctuary, her haven, a safe place from the ravages. of the tempest that kept her near water, embraced in his arms again, however tenuous that might be, draping her clothes over the old wooden chair that groaned under its light burden. She eased herself into the warm water of the shower, that contact with water again, with Finn. Lightning flashed in the distance somewhere outside, bringing shadows to life in the shower.

The boom of thunder echoed Finn's voice, resonating deep inside her mind, her body. The weight of the shadows pressed against her back, forcing her against the wall of the shower. The first drops of rain hissed at the window, speaking his words as the shadows. cocooned her body mine was there in her mind not spoken just felt felt with a passion that longed to be taken a passion that reminded her of another shower another place another time the avalanche of water moving between their bodies accentuating the sensations that vibrated between them shadows interlaced her fingers as she gripped at the wall, holding them tightly as she could feel fins a wrecked cock pressing against her ass cheeks. The heat of his need fueled her own

desire as she parted her legs, wishing to fill him inside her once again. The caress of water mirrored his lips, warm and white sensations moving up and down her back. as her hand, his hand, slipped between her thighs, teasing at the warm entrance to her sacks, parting her lips, the heat of the tip of his cock teased inside her, stretching her gently before thrusting with desperate passion deep inside her. Another crack of thunder, his moans against her ears, the heat of his breath, full of longing and desire, pummeled her need. Shadows danced over her breasts, grasping them almost to the point of pain, rolling her already wrecked nipples into tight peaks, pulling them, exciting her further. Pressing back she wheeled him

deeper to fill her completely. Her hand, finding her own clit, she rubbed it furiously as the shadows grasped her ass cheeks, parting them, a firm sensation pressing inside her rosette. Their combined moans of pleasure punctuated by flashes of lightning, as her core clutched desperately along every inch of his length, needing the satisfaction only he could. give. She begged, please, to fill his cum inside her once again. Her thighs tense as a spiral of pleasure, spread through a body, willing her to submit to this darkest of desires. The sharpness of his teeth against her neck, firing electricity through a whole body. Thrust after thrust pushed her heart against the shower wall, pounding deep inside her.

pressing her breasts roughly against the wet tiles. Powerless to deny this passion any longer. Her orgasm spread through every cell in her body. Grasping her sanity and clouding her senses. Another clap of thunder as they shared their pleasure. The heat of his satisfaction burning deep inside her. Her climax exploding like a furnace of desire. Her body trembled.

As shocks of Afticoe Glow invaded her senses, shuddering with pleasure. The shower hid her tears, pained by the sudden feeling of emptiness. She realized Finn wasn't here. After the longest moment, Tess washed her body down, trying to desperately ignore the waves of sensations, assaulting her still. Yet somehow the rain hissed on the window, reminding her of mine. Sliding out of the shower, Tess got slowly dressed. She was in no mood now to open the cafe for the usual suspects sheltering from the rain,

nurturing their drinks like a long-loss baby, tried to make them last for hours. this emptiness Finn had left her with grasped at her heart once more reminding her of all the words that had been left unsaid but opened the cafe she did as she did every morning the ranger of people in through the doors a shelter from the impending storm

as full as the cafe was trade was actually slow 25 cups of coffee that lasted until midday She surveyed this maddening crowd Absorbed in the realm worlds of mindless discussion Sat in this room This room that should be owned by Finn But she was happy to be left in her private sanctuary

As they talked in their insular little circles She gazed out of the windows at the east incoming storm. Those dark clouds that danced across the sea, raged with so much anger, so much passion. Forks of lightning danced a vicious tangle across the sea. Rain drops etched their messages across the window panes, each one marking the glass as their own, reminding her. each one slowly drifting down as she watched the latest raindrop make its way slowly down the glass

looking at it through it and beyond the beach lost in the hypnotically slow movement of the water her eyes tried to make sense of the shoreline veiled in the darkness of the storm The beach was grey and dark as a tomb But there in the wash of the tide there was a shape Barely recognisable through the dark and the rain

A formless shape just laying there Curled up like an abandoned child Rejected by the sea Shrouded in shadows And the wash of the incoming tide It's edges faded with the beach. Briefly, the clouds parted,

and the sun lit the shape with flickers of a rays. A bright orange that sparkled in the rain, a colour taking her back to the jacket that Finn had worn that morning he left for his last journey. The shape, the colour, so familiar, edged on her mind. Tess was out of the door before the cup she had been holding, hit the floor. Throwing herself at the steps to the beach.

She stumbled several times as she fooled the driving rain. Stinging her face, it had to be at their spot as well. That very place they had first consummated their relationship. Hope and anticipation welled in her body. Tess screamed Finn's name as she ran along the beach. Her voice rising over the storm, wanting him to be alive please God let him be

alive she prayed repeatedly no rational thought no holding back she had to get to him she had she had to save him well I hope you enjoyed that part of the story

next week another part yes what we'll test do now and why And what is the shape lying on the beach? Well, you are going to have to tune in next week just to find out. So until next week, when we can get wild in bed all over again, this is devil and wild, and always with your pleasure in mind,

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