Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - The Priest & The Jezebel: A Forbidden Story of Dark Passion

Episode Date: September 26, 2025

You can enjoy exclusive and intense erotic audio by grabbing your copy of the Sensual Awakening App on the Apple Store,or downloading the very unofficial and unapproved Android version from WyldeInBed.com In the shadowed corners of an ancient church, where secrets are whispered and sins are absolved, a tale of forbidden love unfolds. Sacrilegious Seduction is a dark erotic romance that dives deep into the hearts of two souls ensnared by their desires.Mary is a young woman persecuted by the demons of her sins. Each step she takes towards the church is heavy with hope for redemption and absolution. Innocent in her intentions, she seeks solace within the sacred walls, yearning for peace. But what she finds is far from the serenity she craves.Can the young priest ignore the torment of his own demons to offer Mary absolutions. His life, dedicated to the divine, is a constant battle against the shadows of seduction and perversion that haunt his soul. Day by day, he clings to his vows, desperate to keep his desires at bay. Yet, when Mary steps into his confessional, the boundaries of his conviction begin to blur.As their paths cross, an undeniable attraction ignites between them, a fire that burns with the intensity of forbidden desires. The church, once a sanctuary of purity, becomes a battleground for their carnal passions. In the cloaked silence of the confessional, their secrets unravel, and their lustful hunger takes hold.Mary's innocence is the catalyst for a Priest's fall. Her eyes, filled with a mix of naivety and longing, pierce through his facade. The priest finds himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the seductive pull. Every prayer he utters, every scripture he reads, becomes tainted with thoughts of her. The sacred texts speak not of salvation, but of the taboo romance that consumes him.In this clandestine dance of seduction, they surrender to their desires, knowing well the perversion of their actions. The church, a witness to their sinful tryst, becomes a paradox of sanctity and debauchery. Their love, as much as it is a source of torment, is also their escape from the shackles of their pasts.Sacrilegious Seduction is a story of temptation and release, where the line between virtue and vice fades into obscurity. It's a tale that will captivate adult fiction lovers and erotica fans alike, drawing them into a world where innocence meets corruption, and where love is as dark as it is passionate.Join Mary and the priest on their forbidden journey. Sacrilegious Seduction is more than just a story; it's an experience that will leave you breathless and yearning for more.Ready to explore the depths of forbidden love? Listen to Sacrilegious Seduction today. Surrender to the seduction, and discover the dark allure of their unholy passion.

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wanting to absolve her of sin, is a confession he wants to engage her in, his or hers. Was he a punishment? or truly a Christmas gift Now she is free at last Hi it's Devlin And welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed Your destination for salacious stories Sensual satisfaction And finger-licking good fantasies

Well I hope you've had a very good Christmas and Santa Claus stuffed your stockings full of all the delights you desire and hey it's new year coming up a new start I always love the new year feels like you can put everything else behind you

make a new start and with new starts there's several new podcasts coming live this week so keep your eyes eyes open. Something new is on the horizon. I hope you're nice and relaxed because you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in. Close your eyes. Loose in those clothes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice.

Mm-hmm. Gerashing over your body. And when you're ready to experience deep sensual pleasure, just go ahead and take a nice, deep breath and hold it for a moment. And release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next 20 minutes or so, it's just you with my voice. This is your time. Your time to relax.

Your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release your inner desires. As you listen to my voice and let the story move through your body. The sound of her heels echoed in the vastness of the emptiness. building. The repeated click, click, click resonated on the ancient stone. She could feel the age of them burning through her feet, history clawing at every step. The rainbow pattern of the stained glass window glowed gently on the grey stone, a warmth that was otherwise missing from this place. Of course,

Melissa could remember when these buildings had been full of warmth, full of passion and fervour, places where people would meet and celebrate the changing seasons, grateful to have survived a winter and full of hope for a good spring. It was so much more positive then. No rules about denying your nature or ignoring the nature of the land.

Back then they worked with it. it and gave thanks for everything it gave them in return. Life was so much simpler. Looking around the empty walls, corn dollies would have decorated these halls and garlands made of cones and willows to show their gratitude the harvest they had received, all to be burned and returned to nature to ensure the future harvest. In the days before they were they had received, in the days before they discovered the error of their ways. Passion had flowed through every minute of every day. But that was then.

Before the gold, the money, the hypocrisy, the dogma, the rules. She almost spat the words out as she thought them. Facing the altar, Melissa never quite understood how the gifts given in nature had ever become sin how denying your true nature ever become the path of the righteous she had always held that discovering who you truly were was one of the gifts of life denying that to her at least was most definitely a sin yet these people fought every day to become something they weren't denied them nature and spent a life in torment for it each and every day they tortured themselves for what madness she thought as her fingers trace the gold laced cloth that adorned the altar all this wealth

while people starved while people killed each other over a piece of land they had never seen my child Can I help you? You look lost. A deep voice said from the recesses of the church. Oh, it's been a few years since I've been in the church. I was just curious, I decided to come in. Melissa replied without looking up. A few years you say.

May I suggest a confession? The priest replied, mine or yours. Melissa asked her green eyes, focusing on his golden gaze, his not unhandsome looks and its chiseled jaw. Suddenly he seemed unnerved. Not a reaction Melissa was unused to. Attempting a smile, he said, Yours, my child.

Help absolve you of your sins. How long have you got? Melissa replied. A wide grin spreading over her red lips. This might be fun. As long as you need, he replied, dipping his head in feigned subservience. She followed the priest to a cubicle in the corner of the church,

ushering her inside. She looked around the confined space. Certainly not a place you would want to spend a great deal of time in, she mused. Taking a seat on the bed. bench inside. She stretched her legs out as best she could. Long legs could be such a bitch at times. A draught of cool air invaded the folds of her skirt, only serving to accentuate the growing heat of anticipation between her thighs. Hearing another door close and a shutter slide across,

the priest murmured a few words in prayer. They were so close she. could feel the heat of his breath. Oh, this is very intimate. Like midnight whispers in bed, Melissa said with a mischievous grin. How long since your last confession? The priest asked, sounding wary of being in such a confined environment with Melissa. Oh, I have never confessed to anything. I've only admitted the truth of my nature. She replied, her eyes glistening despite the darkness, hesitating. The priest seemed to be doubting his training, the wisdom of his choices. It was so much easier when people just confess to jealousy

or coveting their neighbor's wife. He really didn't feel prepared for times like this. Well, why don't we start at the beginning? Just tell me everything. And the priest said, the hope and his voice steadily dwindling. Everything. Well, okay.

I guess we should start when I was in my twenties. I went to a dance for the harvest. Everyone was having so much fun and so relaxed. I'd never been to one before. I noticed a young couple dancing, and when they walked away from the dance into the depths of the forest, I followed them. She said, her gentle voice resonating through the confession booth.

I watched curiously as the man slowly undress the lady. His lips moving over her breasts. Her nipples were so erect. I realised mine were as well. And they felt different, Melissa said. Not the kind of a wreck nipple you can. get on a cold day, but more a sensation of anticipation, burning through it. His lips moved over those nipples, and his tongue licked at them. The young lady moaned gently, as his mouth

explored her wreck-nubs. It wasn't a moan of pain, but of resignation of submission, wondering how that might feel. I wet my own fingers and rubbed my nipples. And they became so painfully hard. It felt like a burning sensation, aching in my body. So I pinched them roughly and rubbed them between my finger and thumb. I couldn't help but moan at the pleasure it created. Melissa said, for pausing for a moment to let the image sink in. A barely audible gulp and unzipping sound came from the priest's side of the booth. Melissa grinned like a Cheshire cat and then he lifted her skirt. Even in the darkness I could see the glistening on her thighs.

She looks so wet, so wanton. I realized that my own thighs were dripping with wet and there was a pulsing sensation just inside my panties something I hadn't felt before as a man's fingers moved over her swollen pink lips the woman moaned even louder

I couldn't help myself I lifted my skirt and caressed my own private area, just as he was doing. And it felt so fucking good. A groan echoed in the booth, the groan of a sleeping desire, being woken for the first time in many years. A groan, melissarit hurt so many times before, as he pushed his fingers inside, her body bucked a little. as minded as I pressed my fingers inside myself, feeling how wet I was, how hot my pussy was, how it clutched along my fingers, so tight and sensitive, so desperate for pleasure.

Melissa fell silent for a moment, immersing herself in the shortening breath of the priest. The faint but distinct sounds of rosary beads, rubbing along the hard cock, filled the booth. She had missed this game so much. You know it's funny, but just remembering it now and telling you about it, it feels surreal again. My pussy throbs just like it did then. I can even feel the warm. caress of my juices, kissing my thighs. Does that make sense? She asked coyly.

The priest spluttered a little as he replied, Yes, my child, carry on, tell me everything. Wow, the young man started rubbing the front of the lady's private parts with his thumb. As his fingers were thrusting in and out, I didn't understand. why until I tried it. The first time I pressed my thumb there, my whole body shook with pleasure. Of course, I didn't know that was my clit. I'd never even known it existed until I rubbed it. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning too loudly and being discovered. Could you imagine that? Yes, yes, do go on.

priest replied his voice short and desperate. This young lady managed to unbuckle the man's pants despite her writhing in pleasure. And when they fell to the ground, his cock was so hard and right. I'd seen cocks before, of course, coming from the country, but they had always been soft and small. This was so much larger, so much harder. I'm sure my eyes must have been popping out of my head. She said with a gentle giggle, the lady fell to her niece and started kissing his cock, licking it before she took it between her lips, sliding her mouth up and down his length. I wondered how it might feel.

So I took my fingers from my still dripping pussy and sucked them into my mouth, my tongue tasting all my wet deliciousness, wondering how it might feel for a man if I have my lips sliding along his hard cock, how it might feel for my tongue to be tasting him, to have him deep in my mouth. Can you imagine that? She asked, grinning at the groans of pleasure that echoed in the booth, not waiting for a reply. Melissa stood and left the booth, opening the pre-centrance she looked down at him, sat on his bench, his pants unzipped, rosary beads wrapped around his cock as he gripped it firmly in his hand, stroking. his pulsing erection. He blushed to fishes red at being caught, pleasuring himself.

Melissa mused briefly how all priests looked like old men, until their cock was in their hands. This one looked young, naive and innocent. She could sense the desire burning inside him. The passion, far too young to deny the desire, that burned like an inferno. his eyes. This is truly a gift from God, Melissa said as she knelt in front of him, pushing his hand to one side gently. Her gaze burnt into his, as she slid her lips over his

cock and beads. The rolling balls seemingly accentuating the sensations moving through his cock. The end of the strand dropped between his size. Roughly Melissa eased his pants down his legs until they caressed his ankles, while still sliding her lips up and down his shaft, taking the end of the rosary beads. She pressed them into his ass with one long finger, before pulling them back out again, running the beads along his most priors. it to Rojana's zone. Every movement making his cock tremble a little harder along her tongue. His body tensing, Lisa could taste the first drops of his pleasure, moving into her mouth before she stopped suddenly and stood, lifting her skirt. Her pussy's swollen and throbbing

with an angry passion, burning with a vicious pink heat. Taste my nectar. She whispered. Her fingers through his hair, pressing his head between her thighs. The priest licked hungrily at her pussy, sucking her juices before his tongue, flicked over her clit,

viciously punishing her nub with repeated strokes of his broad tongue. The flood of her juices coated his face as he relentlessly tasted the pool of her pleasure. Spank my pussy. Tell me I'm your Jezebel. She cried out as she parted her thighs wider. Enthusiastically, the priest brought his hand up in a hard stroke, punishing her thighs with the rosary beads.

You're such a bad girl, a dirty bitch. He growled as he sucked her clit, biting it between his teeth. The vibration in his voice, sending fresh waves of pleasure, resonating through. through Melissa's body. His hand struck again, this time kissing the folds of her sex with brutal desire. The stinging sensation of the beads,

leaving a hot imprint of pleasure right there on her pussy, a heat that burned through her whole body. My fucking Jezebel, my harlot, my salome. He said punishing her aching pussy repeatedly, flogging her thighs, her pussy, her lips as his teeth dragged along her clit, the heat of his breath pulsing with need,

inflaming the desire within her. I am all of those things, I confess. She moaned loudly, grinning widely. Now fuck me, help me repent. The priest stood behind her, his breath burning against her neck as he pushed her against her side of the confession booth. guiding the tip of his cock between her folds. He fucked deep and hard into her pussy. Years of frustrated desire swelled in his erection,

pulsing it deep inside Melissa's sex. His hand coming down, the crack of his palm as it viciously kissed her exposed ass, echoed in the booth. Dirty bitch, he repeated. His thrust so hard they lifted Melissa. her off her feet. Jezebel,

Harlot, Salam! Every word punctuated with another heart spank. The burning sensation throbbed deep into her pussy. The need ate inside her. Clutching along his cock, dripping it firmly.

Her pussy rubbed every inch of his shaft, feeling every pulsing vein, kissing the walls of her pussy with animalistic need, biting into her neck. His fingernails digging into her ass, clutching manically at the soft flesh, as his body tightened against her. His cock swelling so hard inside her pussy, his length pressed against the walls of her pussy.

He groaned into her rear, mine, as her body erupted in pleasure, squeezing his cock so tightly, he could do nothing else but come. His warm pleasure filling her. priest slumped back onto his bench gasping. Looking up at Melissa, he grinned before giving her a quizzical look. Without saying a word, Melissa slid her hand between her thighs and caressed their weeping come from her pussy, taking a single finger, drooping with their juices. She dragged it across his forehead, before sliding it down his forehead and along his nose. Wiping the remaining cum across his lips, she looked at him for the longest moment. The glistening cross adorning his head before she whispered,

Oh father, I think I may have sinned, and then she leaned down, and let her lips absorb the taste of their pleasure from his manner. mouth. Their noses brushed as their gaze is met. Coily Melissa roused, What do you think? Holding her gaze. He said finally, I think your confessions could become addictive. You may need many more. Oh father, you have no idea. Melissa replied, her ruby lips glistening as a smile spread across her face so

the new year story well I hope you have a very a very happy new year and I wish you all the best and all your desires and dreams can come true at 2023 I will be letting you know more

about the new podcast next week where they will be released on Sunday. Yes, new podcasts. But I will tell you more about them next week, but if you do see them, please come and have a listen. I think you might enjoy them. It's worth looking at. So until next week,

when we can get wild in bed for the first time in 2003. I look forward to seeing you. 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

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