Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Drowning In Desire Part 3: The Sirens Lustful Lament

Episode Date: December 5, 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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For one brief moment, Tessa thought Finn was there. For one moment, she thought she could save him. For one moment, she thought he was back with her. But after that moment, all hope has gone. Doubt fills her mind as her heart breaks all over again. Is she going mad? Has the loss of Finn caused her to lose her sanity as well? But when a strange sign turns up on the beach,

is this proof of her sanity? Or is it just another thing to drive her out of her mind? Hi, it is Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories sensual satisfaction finger-licking good fantasies so part three

yeah this is where it starts getting a little darker a little deeper just in case you're all wondering where that was coming from and a little more paranormal I do like saving it Just building that anticipation, don't you? Now I hope you're laying on your bed. Your earbuds are in.

Those clothes loosened or even better laying on the floor. Just go ahead and close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice. caressing over you. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment. And let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.

For the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. this is your time your time to relax your time for sensual satisfaction your time to explore your inner desires you listen to my voice and feel it go with you

as you immerse yourself into night's story test dropped to her knees as soon as she reached the spot Their spot The very same spot They had consummated their relationship All those years ago Her tears Massed by the veil of rain

Her arms aching to hold him Reaching down into the tide The seaweed drifted across her arms Seaweed It had only been seaweed She was so sure she couldn't believe it wasn't him she'd seen him

her already fragile grip on sanity seemed to be slipping away even further the seaweed fell from her fingers like her sanity into the depths of the water the stinging torrent of rain washed her tears down her cheeks so lost so alone

raising the seaweed once more to the skies, not sure if in offering or desperation. Tess cried, please bring him back. Let me hold him just once more. The pain echoed through her heart, breaking it once again. Just like it had that night the police had called to her door. A vivid memory she relived every day. Every day it happens. again. Every day she looks into those officers' eyes, knowing from that very first moment, knowing that she had just lost her world. She really couldn't remember anything after, just that moment, when she knew her life as it was was over. She had no idea how long the sedation lasted. She was so lost, so confused, lying in that hospital bed.

It seemed to be like days before she could string a sentence together. The nurses were kind, gently feeding her small snippets of information about what had actually happened that night, how she'd collapsed into a heap, how she wouldn't leave the house in case Finn came back, how she didn't believe a word anybody said, and how she attacked the officer. Now they had to sedate her to stop her causing herself harm, like watching a vague dream through a veil on a foggy day. She could sort of see it. But it was so unclear, and right now that feeling of confusion was coming back with full force. She felt her heart dropped through her stomach. The confusion flooded her mind once again.

not being able to accept or understand what was happening. Once again her world collapsed in and she really couldn't see a way to rebuild it this time. Engulfed by a hurricane of voices, the deafening noise just added to Tess's confusion. She needed to escape to get away. She couldn't take this again. The ground disappeared beneath her,

the noise engulfing her completely, drowning her in a maelstorm of sound carried away on some unseen tide floating drifting her arms her legs she could no longer feel her mind she could no longer feel as if watching herself from afar like the rhythm of the tide she could feel herself floating up and down, moving without control, without choice. Landing in some unseen place, softness embraced her. It felt familiar, yet so strange at the same time. A place she should know already, maybe. Maybe somewhere she had just forgotten, drifting even further down into this deafening haze, all her senses left her behind. The hurricane sounds, slowly muted to silence. I will catch you when you fall. Finn's voice echoed in her head, those tones, resonating

somewhere deep inside. Her whole body electrified with anticipation, as his voice traveled right down to her her heart, her soul, memories flooding back as she felt his arms around her, holding her so close as they drifted to sleep, safe with each other. Darkness moved over Tess's body, caressing her, seducing her into the welcoming embrace of sleep to this place where she could see Finn again. The gentle rise and fall of her chest softened as she succumbed, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation of anticipation and need. Somewhere out there, far beyond the darkness that embraced her, Tess could hear his voice, calling her,

as she heard her so many times. In fact, every night since, he lured her into her dreams. Sinking into that place and only only to the two of them. The gentle caress of his beard brushed her neck. The warmth of his breath. Creating an avalanche of goosebumps to cascade down her body. The thought, the dream or whatever the fuck it was, aroused her like no other. Beautiful ways of relaxation and desire engulfing her body in a unique combination.

that she had only experienced with Finn, either through his words, his touch, his lips, or his heart, or just his presence. Drifting even further, sinking into that darkness, willing herself forward into the black abyss. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice cried out. The words were confused and barely audible, then again she really didn't care only one thing mattered right now to be back with Finn forever his eyes had always twinkled people said it was his mischievous spirit showing itself

his approach to life had always been fun life is too serious there's no reason for us to make it any more so he would laugh and smile even silly things became us all of amusement for them. Eventually, even if Tess saw his name on her phone, she would just smile. Something about that man and the glint in his eyes made her happy to her very core. And those dark eyes were there in the darkness, so much love, so much caring. Just one look at those eyes, and she knew she was wanted, desired. His words moving across her inside of her, that same feeling swamped over Tess again, touching every nerve, every cell, every fiber of her body. She wanted those moments again. She'd lost them all. She needed them back. God knows she needed Finn. She just wished she'd told him more often.

and her biggest regret was the fight they had before he left never to return the pain sounds of her voice as he walked out of the door still echoed in her mind the sound of the door slamming shut the deafening silence that confirmed her purgatory after she couldn't remember what it was about i mean dumb no doubt something unimportant feeling herself fall even further somewhere back in the distance far back Tess could feel the gentle sting of a tear down her cheek the pain she still felt every day manifested in that one tear as if that single tear drop somehow carried all the weight of her sorrows

falling into his arms home again safe Releasing a deep sigh Alas the world behind her seemed to be gone She was free Surrendering to the darkness in front of her To Finn To his arms his love

Forever His body pressed tightly against her The beat of his heart pulsed against her cheek A warm caress that echoed her breath Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed him as tightly as she could possibly manage, not wanting to let go of him now or ever. Looking up into the warm passion that burned in his dark eyes, Tess could only manage a weak smile before asking. Is it really you?

Finn just nodded and smiled, as he ran his fingers roughly through him. her hair. Somehow the desperate need to confirm reality grasped her mind to consummate the relationship in this new place. Tess fumbled his belt buckle, loosening his pants and letting them fall to a crumpled pile around his ankles. Her hands moved down his body, sliding over his growing erection, pressing along his length. Tess closed her eyes and immersed herself in the pleasure of feeling him aroused again, the sensation of him throbbing against her fingers, forcing a moan from her own lips,

rubbing the pad of her thumb, and slowly over his tip, the tremble that vibrated in his cock, reflected through her body, making a bee-line for her clit. Gripping him tighter, the memories of their mutual pleasure flooded her mind, playing back the intense experiences they shared, lowering her head, her lips teased the tip of his cock, sliding slowly up and down, her wet tongue circling him before her mouth took his length completely. Tess hummed gently, enjoying the sensation of his erection, swelling harder in her mouth. Sliding back up his body, her fingers pressing over his chest, feeling his muscles tightened under her caress.

Tess looked deep into his eyes. I want you like we did in Paris. She whispered, the coded message understood by both of them. Finn's eyes glowed with a passion as he reached down, lifting Tess's skirt before grasping her ass tightly and lifting her bodily up to him until their chests pressed together. Tess wrapped her legs around his waist,

pivoting on his hips, as she guided his hard cock to the entrance of her sex. Finn's biceps slackened a little, allowing Tess to be impaled along his legs. The intensity of the sensation, pressed her mouth against his shoulder, biting, raising her again. Finn's cock pressed even deeper, stretching her lips, filling her completely. Repeatedly she pounded onto his cock, deep and hard, her fingernails digging into his back,

her pussy swelling around him, gripping him. Finn's moans of desire burned in her ears. His growing passion vibrated in his voice as he growled. Come for me, Tess. Her body needed no other request, no other command, as her orgasm spiraled through every cell, engulfing her senses. The warm sensation of Finn's pleasure erupted inside her.

Holding her tightly, his body pulsed with aftershocks, as waves of desire moved between them. Slowly, the two moving as one. They lowered down into the darkness. Tess was content to just be in Finn's arms again, happy to face whatever the darkness may hold, as long as she faced it with Finn. A shock of sunlight woke Tess up.

Bright beams burned into her eyes. Dazed She wondered if she had forgotten To close the blinds Stunned and robbed of her vision For a moment She couldn't recognise where she was Her stomach tensed with nervous

anticipation Something was wrong She shouldn't be here She should be with Finn He was there, she was there Why did they have to bring her back Slowly her eyes grew accustomed to the bright light, and then a wave of sadness flooded over her.

She'd lost Finn again, so close. Her senses returned as she shifted on the familiar, yet strange bed. The one Tess hardly ever slept in, rubbing tears from her eyes, she glanced back at the clock. She had never changed it from a 24-hour setting. which was Finn's preference, so it always took her a moment to work out the real time. 1404, so that's gone too in the afternoon. Memories drifted back, but she couldn't figure out for the life of her why she was lying in her bed.

A sudden dread flooded over her, checking under the comforter. She relaxed, still dressed. Downstairs sounded quiet Someone must have shut up the cafe After she'd run out into the rain A lot of things could be said about the people around here But they were impeccably honest Somewhere in the distance

Tess could hear voices Lots of voices And maybe a siren Given her current state That was going to take a little working up to to find out what was going on. Slipping her feet onto the floor, the gentle caress of aged floorboards

caressed her naked cells as she walked toward the window. Gazing out, there was something happening on the beach. A large group of people had gathered, mostly regulars by the looks of it, obviously trying to find some beachside entertainment, While the cafe was closed, her mind was always a battlefield of curiosity and self-preservation.

But right now, curiosity was getting the better of her. Maybe she had actually seen Finn, and it wasn't just her imagination running wild. Slipping a pair of shoes on, she gingerly made her way to the top of the steps. Old Rom was there waiting. Tess had no idea how old he was He'd been old Ron when she was a kid And she reckoned he'd probably be at her funeral What happened Ron

Ah, Booty Good to see you up and about We were getting worried He's after the storm blew out yesterday And they're still discussing what left the marks on the beach Tess mentally backed up from moment. The storm blew out yesterday. So then today was no longer Monday. Ron, what day is it? Wednesday, see? Okay, that took some adjusting too. What marks are those, Ron?

Best you go look for yourself. I think they might be very interesting to you. Old Ron was legendary for his stories. For a tot of rum, he would regale you had tales of the sea for hours. Well, his preference was rum, but any alcoholic beverage would do. Of course, no one could confirm if the stories were true or not. Old Ron seemed to move between a drunken stupor and insanity with the worrying ease. In his brief moments of lucidity, his eyes came to life. and a magic seemed to be around him.

These were rare but worth their waiting gold. So any story he told you had to take with the pinch of salt. Of course the tourists loved it and him, and they would always buy him a drink or two. The steps down to the beach were still dripping in rain, making them slippy underfoot. Carefully test edged away to the bottom. Hiding towards the back to be unnoticed, she really was feeling too frail for people bothering her, but no luck. Tess, good to see you up! How are you feeling? The unmistakably cheerful tones of Rick Emery rang out across the beach,

causing everyone else to look around in her direction. All Tess could manage was a gentle wave and a nod to indicate that she was alive. and not. Contrary to popular opinion, a zombie. Edging her way through the crowd, Tess tried to fight the epicentre of interest. Deep trenches sunk into the sand, eight from what she could tell. Turning to Rick, who couldn't let the opportunity go to waste of talking to someone when they wanted to be quiet. So, is this the Crop Circle Brigade branching out? Who knows, Desce? These marks were here yesterday, after the storm. His face darkened, eyes narrowing as if to invite her into some unwelcome conspiracy.

The strangest thing, though, is up on the cliffs by your cafe. They found blood. Not a lot, but some, enough to be concerned about whoever had left it. He said, lowering his voice to a whisper. They found seaweed, a lot of seaweed. Not a normal seaweed either. Deep sea seaweed. Okay, Tess thought. I thought I was the one losing my sanity.

It's in fact the rest of the world's gone mad in my absence. Rick, the seaweed would have been blown up by the storm. The blood is probably some unfortunate sale that got washed back out to see again. Tess sighed dismissively. That's a hundred foot up there. Never known the ways to get that high. He replied, obviously resolute on the alien conspiracy theory

he had in mind. I'm sure it happens. We just don't notice because we're safely locked up in our houses. That's all. Tess replied her mind in no state for these conspiracy theories. What about the trenches then? Rick asked. Reluctant to give up on this. Tess had to admit they were difficult to explain.

It was almost as if a giant had been pulled out to sea, dragging at the beach by his fingernails to try and save himself. Of course that would have to be a giant with eight fingers, who presumably in a moment of panic through seaweed at rocks shaking her head this was all a bit too much for her after she'd just woken up

following two days of unconsciousness test needed coffee strong coffee and plenty of it behind her a gentle chorus began as if the sea was beginning to speak as it got left She realized it couldn't be the sea, unless the sea had a desperate urge for freshly crowned coffee and a muffin.

Yes, I will open the cafe. Just give me 15 minutes. Death said, exasperated. Absolutely no peace, she thought. So, yes, we're starting to play with the darker elements of the story now. So what are those tracks on the beach? Is Tess losing her mind? Is this all her imagination? Well, you'll just have to tune in next week

to find out more. So until next time, when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is Devlin World. And always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams As you have enjoyed tonight's story Take one moment right now

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