Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Drowning In Desire Part 4: The Sirens Lustful Lament

Episode Date: December 12, 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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So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi, it is Devlin and welcome to another episode of wild in bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger-licking good fantasies. So, tonight's episode, so Tess knows her a cafe is under attack, the trenches in the beach, the blood on the rocks. It all points to something very mysterious, very dark, but we're Why is it targeting her cafe? Why is it targeting her? Her relationship with the sea is only getting worse.

The sea more tempestuous than ever. How much darker can this get? Will tests be able to hang on to the last tendrils of her sanity? Or will she just slip into a complete oblivion of madness? Well, you'll just have to keep listening. Now I hope you're laying on your bed. You've loosened those clothes. You have your ear buds in.

Just go ahead and close your eyes. When you're ready to surrender to pleasure. Feel my voice moving over your body. That's it. and go ahead and take a nice deep breath and just hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh letting go of any tension any stress for the next 20 minutes or so it's just you and my voice this is your time your time to relax your time for sensual satisfaction.

Mm, you're time to dip into your inner passions. As you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in the story. Tess stood stoically as she let the sounds of the cafe rift around her. For once she was glad of the company, she really wasn't sure what was going on. She just knew she didn't feel comfortable with it.

There was something dark happening and she didn't know what. Keeping the cafe open later than usual. It was just an excuse to make sure she wasn't alone. She had had many emotions since losing Finn, but this was the first time she felt scared, being on her own, fearful of whatever had left those marks, terrified that it had seemed to get within feet of the cafe where she had been laying.

The men told her repeatedly about how they'd carried her up the steps on mass, how she was so heavy for a little one, how she kept kicking them every step of the way. And when they finally got her on the bed, they'd all lost their nerve about taking her clothes off in case they had to face her wrath. Tess didn't think her temperament was that bad. Yet for some reason, she had a bad reputation for a fiery temper.

Several times she challenged someone on why they'd come to this conclusion. And every time they just shook their heads, backing up, hands held up in a defensive manner. Eventually the cafe clientele drifted away. Once old Ron, who had done most of the heavy lifting in putting her to bed, as he put it, decided he'd had as much free coffee as he could possibly stomach, or at least as far as his bottle of rum would stretch to and left. She had to admit defeat and lock up, to face the night alone,

terrified of whatever beast might be stalking her from the dark depths of the ocean Finn would have known Finn would have dealt with it but Finn wasn't here Her heart sank as a thought moved across her mind The evening moon was already low across the sea Weaving its spell between the waves

Inspiring sprites to rise and fall another storm was brewing that was obvious even in the darkness of the evening from the cafe she could already hear the crashing of the waves their sound on the beach becoming louder and louder

a deafening metallic sound that resonated through the building it had been two nights since she'd been to the cove alone the cafe no longer felt safe the truth was the cove was the only place she actually did feel safe God knows why

any beast of the ocean could take her there a lot easier than in the cafe yet she could feel its draw the velvety tendrils of temptation inviting her down though still drained and aware of the risks she knew she couldn't resist for another night the desire to be near her love again

was already burning inside and the truth was the cove and the sea was the only place that she could get close to him anymore putting on an overcoat to shield herself from the storm tests began the track down to the beach she was sure she could make this journey with her eyes closed every step she knew intimately, every grain of sand a personal friend. Despite the onslaught of the approaching storm, every step seemed to relax her.

Somehow the very existence of the storm seemed to take the stress of the day away. As if she was coming home, however tempestuous that may be. The warm, moist sand spilled. over her feet, caressing her. Despite the evening chill of the approaching storm, the tide licked at her legs with a growing heat, enticing her, pulling her further along the beach, like a lover's fingers, seducing her back to his arms. The sea breeze kissed briskly at her face. His fingers moving lightly and firmly along her cheeks. The fragrance of the ocean, the smell of the oncoming storm filled her chest, her body, her core,

the immersive experience of the sea, of Finn's sea, occupied every sense she had. Walking through the cloud of memories at their place, Tess closed her eyes, and she had. as those memories of intensity and passion rekindled, remembering a time, a moment of lust, breathing in deeply the never-forgotten heat spread through her nerves. In the distance she could see her destination, despite the failing light, a small cave hidden in an outcrop of rocks.

Like a hermit grab, Tess just knew that when she was in that cave, she would be safe and secure and could try to release this fear that was clawing her to mind. To make sense of the previous few days, Tess mindlessly glided along the beach, unaware of each step, ignorant of stepping over a small beach stream,

oblivious to climbing a rock face, obscured by trees and underage. growth, perfectly safe, perfectly private. Somewhere in the back of the cave, an underground spring erupted into the night air. The bubbling pools it created, washed against the smooth rock, weathered by time and sea that provided a perfect resting place. Pitched high above the waters, Tess could look down on the growing storm She could almost feel that she was separate from the real world As if the sea was 10,000 feet beneath her

The rocks, the beach, so distant So apart She was just drifting in the night sky The glimmer of the moon danced across the crushing waves For a moment she closed her eyes and let herself drift into that dream, into that memory. The sounds at the pools whispered to her, the rocks so close to the ground yet so comfortable.

Letting her hand drop casually down into the bubbling water, the caress of the tide moved around her hand. Their firm touch, just like a lover. interlocking their fingers. Tess gasped as a memory of the first time she had felt Finn's hands in hers, invaded her mind, as she immersed herself in the memory and let the water ease between her fingers,

warming them, enticing them. His first touch, his first kiss, the seductive touch of its beautiful contortation, motion, making her ache in all the right places. That passion still burned on her lips, in her mind, right through to her core, burning through her as if she were back there now. A beautiful twisted caress of his fingers, as they moved up and down her back, pulling her tighter against him. The two of them melting into one. A single body of you. unanimous pleasure.

That first sensation as he pushed inside her, stretching her sacks. Their shared moans vibrating between them as one. Slow, long, deep thrusts that filled her completely, kissing every inch of her pussy with divine affection. Tess's core clutched passionately for Finn's invasion again. The shared moment, when the world would just vanish and there was nothing but the two of them. Their beautiful embrace that warmed her whole body, tensing, trying to hold the moment for just a little longer. They were so perfectly them.

The water pressed Hydra around her fingers. In a grip of passion that flashed the memory of Finn's warm, satisfaction, the warm caress of his pleasure, and the growls that still resonated in her mind. Clenching hard onto the memory, holding him close one last time. Please, just one last time. Her body shuddered, trembled, holding him closer. She let him go before. She couldn't, wouldn't let him go again. Holding him tightly. Feeling him inside her still, so close, Tess and Finn, together is one again, entwined forever. A familiar grow embraced her body. Somehow she could feel his eyes moving over her skin.

That gentle look he had, affectionate and strong. The satisfaction carved into her very being, closing her. eyes, she could feel him there against her, holding her so close, being inside her, touching her very soul. For that moment she was somewhere else, not in the cave, not in the cove, not even on the beach, just somewhere else, maybe in the sea with Finn. She really didn't care where it was. She just wanted to be with him. She just needed to be with him. She used to say that all the time. But since he'd gone, she realized how much she did need him. The small things they shared came into focus. The ones that seemed so natural. The ones she supposed they took for granted.

The assumption they'd always be there together. How they talk so free and easily. How comfortable they were with each other, just being. They weren't just lovers, they were friends, soulmates. She should have told him more often. So much time she wasted on silly stuff that didn't matter. Stuff that could have waited. Anxiety stole those moments from them. Cursed texts with this emptiness.

If only she could see him once more. Just to tell him all of it. he needs to know she needed him to know but she couldn't tell him she let him go without saying those words and that burns with a deeper pain than anything ever would

a guilt that wrapped around her throat every single day returning to the cave to the moment she was aware suddenly of tears stinging her eyes, wiping them from her face on the sleeve of her overcoat. Looking up, through the mouth of the cave, Tess could see a lone seagull, desperately trying to return to shore, battling the winds and intensifying rain to find a safe haven. The sea was obviously upset by something. Finn had always said when a dark storm blew in.

The sea, his mistress, was upset. She could be emotional and tempestuous, but she could also be the most affectionate and caring lover a man could wish for. Cursing the sea again, that cruel mistress for taking Finn, Tess screeched a the dark sky, for not letting her have the chance to say everything she needed to say, for being his other great love, the one he could never leave, even if he'd wanted to, he would never part from the sea, for being the love that bled through his veins, for seducing him in ways that Tess could never hope to, walking down onto the beach, Tess kicked at the tide

Like some pouty child Trying to punish her To exact some revenge In response the waves grew larger heavier Like some guard dog growling Protecting what was hers Tess had let him go

And he belonged to the sea now But still the sea seduced Tess every day Tempted her back to the shores to indulge in her sensuous waters to immerse herself once more in the passion of Finn having the one thing Tess could never resist she knew that now

she would have to accept whatever glimpses of Finn the bitch of the sea would allow her Tess was the other woman and that she struggled to reconcile herself with the storm growled its anger, lightning stalking the water and determined flashes. Tess was used to storms in this sleepy cove, but this was different.

Something ominous about this storm, the tracks and the beach could only fuel her fear about the life ahead, tormented by her guilt and loss, erroneous respite, brief moments of stolen pleasure with the man she loved. as long as the sea would allow. That beach, the sea. Well, I hope you are enjoying this little journey. Is it into madness? Or is it going somewhere else even darker?

Maybe it's just strange dreams or unexpected fantasies. Is it just Tess angry at the sea for taking Finn? Or is there something else, something darker, and is the sea truly angry? Or maybe the monster that attacked to a cafe is returning? Well, you're just going to have to tune in next week to find out. So, until next week, when we can get Wild in bed all over again. This is Devlin Wild, and always with you. pleasure in mind wishing you salacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story take one

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