October 19, 2025 • 24 mins
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Tease your senses with this sizzling romance as Grace, a determined young athlete, takes center stage in an erotic tale of empowerment and desire. In just a few short days, Grace will embark on a new chapter as she leaves for Marine Boot Camp.
But before her departure, she finds herself in the spotlight of a local sports tournament, where her prowess knows no bounds. Among the competitors is Lance, a former school bully who once made her life miserable. As the tournament intensifies, Grace's focus sharpens, and one by one, she defeats her rivals. The ultimate showdown arrives when she faces Lance in a gripping wrestling match. With every move, she overpowers him, and as the victor, Grace unleashes her pent-up emotions, transforming the rivalry into a captivating dance of dominance and desire.
This standalone erotic audio story explores the fine line between love and hate as Grace's victory ignites a passionate encounter. Lance, once the tormentor, becomes the object of her sexual domination, and in this moment of triumph, Grace discovers a new realm of pleasure and control. Will Grace's dominance heal old wounds or ignite a fiery relationship?
Find out in this steamy romance that will keep listeners enthralled until the very end. Perfect for fans of BDSM and enemies-to-lovers tropes, 'Grace's Domination' promises an unforgettable journey where sports and desire collide. Get ready to surrender to the power of Grace's story, where every touch becomes a battle for control and every victory leads to a sensual surrender.
Tease your senses with this sizzling romance as Grace, a determined young athlete, takes center stage in an erotic tale of empowerment and desire. In just a few short days, Grace will embark on a new chapter as she leaves for Marine Boot Camp.
But before her departure, she finds herself in the spotlight of a local sports tournament, where her prowess knows no bounds. Among the competitors is Lance, a former school bully who once made her life miserable. As the tournament intensifies, Grace's focus sharpens, and one by one, she defeats her rivals. The ultimate showdown arrives when she faces Lance in a gripping wrestling match. With every move, she overpowers him, and as the victor, Grace unleashes her pent-up emotions, transforming the rivalry into a captivating dance of dominance and desire.
This standalone erotic audio story explores the fine line between love and hate as Grace's victory ignites a passionate encounter. Lance, once the tormentor, becomes the object of her sexual domination, and in this moment of triumph, Grace discovers a new realm of pleasure and control. Will Grace's dominance heal old wounds or ignite a fiery relationship?
Find out in this steamy romance that will keep listeners enthralled until the very end. Perfect for fans of BDSM and enemies-to-lovers tropes, 'Grace's Domination' promises an unforgettable journey where sports and desire collide. Get ready to surrender to the power of Grace's story, where every touch becomes a battle for control and every victory leads to a sensual surrender.
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Speaker 1 (00:28):
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 Central
Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These weren't
(00:53):
taken down by the creators. They were taken down by
the platforms themselves, moving the podcast without notice. We have
seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel, when
SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice, no warning.
(01:14):
They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands of listeners frustrated.
It is part of an ongoing assault by the powers
that be to censor anything they deem unsuitable for you
to enjoy. So to make sure you never missed an episode,
the only way I can guarantee you'll always have access
(01:37):
to your favorite stories is by downloading the Central Awakenings app.
It's safe, private, nonsensored, 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 Apple phone. You can just go ahead and follow
(01:59):
the link in this episodes notes, or visit me at
Wildinbed dot 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. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another
(02:27):
episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, tonight, I
thought I might give you a little surprise. Is a
little bit of femdom fantasy. Claire works and accounts, and
(02:53):
when a new trainee is thrust upon her, she has
to take control, something she has never done before. You
can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.
Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender
(03:13):
to the pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you.
And when you're ready to surrender to me, just go
ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it
for a moment and then release it with a sigh,
(03:35):
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
thirty minutes or so, it's just you in my voice.
This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release your inner desires
(03:57):
as you listen to my voice and feel the story
moving through your body as you enjoy tonight show. The
sun beat down on Grace's dripping back. It was days
like to day she lived for a big finger to
her folks, who had named her Grace in the hope
(04:17):
that she would be femininine ladylike all cocktail dresses and
perfect make up. The lake glimmered as she watched the
other swimmers approaching the bank. She had at least four
minutes on even the fittest of the men in the
following pack, and there were only two of them. She
(04:38):
could barely see the rest of the swimmers in the
early morning sun. Taking a moment to catch her breath,
she had the luxury of time in a few weeks
that would no longer be an option as marine bootcamp
beckoned and damned, she was looking forward to it. Kicking
the boy's asses was exact what she was about. Screw
(05:02):
both the cocktail dresses and the makeup. She loved the
fact she could disrupt anything, take the norm, and dump
it on its ass, fair and square, usually to everyone
else's dismay. It was like that a few months ago,
at this scout troop. Looking to fill the gap until
boot camp and keep herself active, Grace volunteered to be
(05:25):
a scout leader. Their annual summer camps were normally all
tense and looking at native artwork, playing with their pocket knives,
and collecting pebbles or leaves. Fuck that she turned that
one right around. Of course, the other scout masters hadn't
known her when she first suggested they have a master's
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race to inspire the younger scouts. They hadn't realized that
she would kick their ass every single time. Guess the
boys were learning now, She seriously, most of them would
even make the finish line. She turned from the water
and looked up the mountain that rose above her. Up
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the top was a troop pennant. She simply had to
collect it and return it to base camp when she
was done, and that was it. She would have won.
Oh she didn't have to run up the mountain, of course,
but it wasn't a big mountain. The last of the
water from the swim soaked into the towel as she
(06:31):
rubbed her feet before slipping her running shoes and shorts
on candy from a fucking baby, She giggled as she
grabbed a water bottle from the age shelter and set
off up the mountain trail. The breeze on the mountain
was welcome. Her pace gentle enough to win, but the
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last thing she needed to do right now was to
break anything in full feit boot camp. It was only
a little over am to the summit, and then she
could watch whoever managed to complete the course from the
vantage point above them. It didn't take long before the
sounds of the scouts faded below. There was a reason
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she chose a mountain trail as the last section. There
wouldn't be any scouts up here, no one to cheer
on the losers and boost them morale. Grace didn't need
the cheers. Just the thought of winning was enough. Just
the look of disappointment on her parents face motivated her.
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One girl on seven boys, raised on a pig farm
in the asshole of nowhere, she was wrestling sows by
the age of ten. None of her brothers dare argue
with her, lest they didn't have the ability to get
themselves off to the magazines hidden in the wood shed
for a week or two. She laughed bariehly at the
thought of her addressed in a cocktailed and trying to
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charm a man. More likely, she'd have him in a
choke hold and on the ground before he could invite
her to dance. The giant fir trees that lined the
route eventually became more sparse. As she entered a clearing,
the sky opened up before her. The mountain wasn't so
high to be above the cloud line, but it was
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high enough. Grabbing the pennant from a lone branch shoved
unceremoniously into the ground, she shoved it into her shorts
to be sure it was safe. Grace chose the most
comfortable looking of the various rocks that decorated the edge
of the clearing and looked down at the camp. She
(08:45):
could make out the collapsed forms of a lot of
the races. There were no cries of panic drifting up
to a lofty position, so she guessed no one had died,
although looking at the numbers of people laying on the ground,
there was some doubt over whether anyone else would actually
finish the race. The minutes passed as she shifted on
(09:08):
the rock uncomfortably. Hurry up, she cursed. She wanted them
to finish the race so she could see the look
in their eyes when they see she had already secured
the wind. Of course, it might be sensible for her
to return to the camp just to make it official,
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but that wouldn't be fun. Doubts swarmed in her mind
as she wondered just how long she might have to wait. Eventually,
she breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of
footsteps wearily tracing the mountain track. Eventually, Lance staggered into
the clearing. Taking one look at Grace, he put his
(09:50):
hands on his knees and said fuck. As his gas subsided.
He looked toward the branch and then back to Grace,
his eyes moving up and down her body, searching where's
a pennant? He asked. It's safe, she replied, grinning as
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she stepped off the rock. His eyes narrowed as he
looked at her, studying her. He was at least five
inches taller than her, and there was no doubt the
muscles that rippled across his body were there for more
than their undoubted sex appeal. Lance was a cop in
his day job, so had a natural presence to him.
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He obviously wasn't a marine standard, but over the past
few months with enough of the challenges she craved to
keep her amused. They were far from friends. The nicest
thing you could say about their chemistry was that they
had an unfriendly rivalry. When she had volunteered to be
a scout master at the troop, Lance had been their
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resident action man, a crown that soon fell after Grace's arrival.
She was slightly surprised at Tim wasn't with him. She'd
often thought the two of them would need a surgeon
to give them separated. Of course, as always when two
men seem inseparable, there were numerous rumors about the nature
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of their relationship, and she had to admit Tim was
a little more feminine in his ways. His muscle was
the creation of a man who spends way too much
time in the gym and stood in front of mirrors
ensuring his hair is perfect. Standing back up, Lance moved
his next side to side, the cracks echoing against the boulders.
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He took a step forward before thrusting his large hand
forward and saying congratulations. Grace eyed him suspiciously. She had
too many brothers to trust a man that accepted defeat
so easily. But this was a scout event, and her
being contentious would probably not go down well. Deciding it
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might actually be genuine, and confident the pennant was secure
either way, she took a step forward, raising her hand,
his eyes burrowing into hers as he gripped her tightly,
squeezing a little more than normal. Thanks, she said through
gritted teeth, returning his grip. The air between them crackled
(12:27):
as they squeezed each other's hands, willing the other to capitulate,
at least in this small battle. As she returned his gaze,
there was something else in his eyes, something she couldn't
quite read, not in anger. It was Suddenly Tim crashed
into the clearing and collapsed on the ground, breaking the
spell grace distracted. Lance pulled her against him, turning her
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and bending her arm up her back. Where is it?
He demanded, as his hands searched her swimsuit, pushing between
her breasts roughly her nipples defied her anger and pushed
against the wet material. She was damned sure she could
feel his erection pressing against her back. Turning into him,
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she loosened her arm before sliding a leg around his
and balancing him. She pushed him over the dust flew
up in a cloud. As he hit the ground with
a satisfying thud, Grace leaped on him, pushing his arms
back over his head, pinning him to the ground, whilst
he writhed beneath her, his hips twisting desperate to escape
(13:36):
the movement, rubbing his growing erection along her thighs. Fuck,
she thought, as a first wave of aching pulses of
pleasure moved through a pussy. This is not the time,
her mind tried to command her body to forget about
sex for one moment, But it had been so long,
and he wasn't unattractive, just fucking annoying. He pushed his
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legs into the ground, his now hard cock pressing at
her pussy, the pennant too small to stop the throbbing
sensation of his cock teasing at her sex. Twisting, he
rolled her over, his body, now on top of hers,
his hands gripping her wrists in the dust, pressing his
formidable chest against her breast to hold her down. He
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shuffled her wrists into the grip of one of his hands,
his long, strong fingers easily entrapping them. Pushing down into
the ground with her feet, Grace could not lift him
high enough to make him roll over. His breath burned
at her cheek as he pressed his chin against her neck,
the sensation of his stubble sending shock waves to precisely
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where she didn't want them to go. Damn, she was wet,
But fuck, Why was her pussy this desperate for a fuck?
It had to be him. His free hand lowered, pushing
aggressively between her thighs, the movement forcing his mouth against
her breast. His stubble teased at her right nipples. His
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hot breath burned through her swimsuit, scorching the wildfire that
was already moving through a body. Pressing his head down
to control her, his teeth brushed her nipples inadvertently. Grace's
body writhed from that touch, not from defense but desire.
Her thighs tensed as she could feel the tremors of
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pleasure escalating in her legs. His hands managed to find
the leg of her shorts and invaded the loose material,
his fingers searching for the pennant, brushing her trembling pussy.
Grace moaned, involuntarily, hating herself for the sound. Her body
arched under his weight, forcing her defiant nipples against his mouth,
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his breath and hot panting only served to fuel the
sensations moving through a body. In desperation, Grace wrapped her
legs around his waist, tightening them with all her strength.
His swollen cock pressed hard against her wanton pussy, accelerating
the growing sensations burning through her. Pressing her shoulders into
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the ground, she managed to flip Lance over, straddling him.
She pushed her hips down against his grain to stop
him lifting her again. A new sensation pressed against a thigh. Somehow,
the movement had loosened his cock from the prison of
his shorts, and every inch was now throbbing along the
top of her thigh, dangerously close to her trees and
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as pussy, which clutched aggressively to be filled. Pushing her
body against him, she glared into his eyes and whispered,
I want it, accept it, Lance writhed beneath her, trying
to free himself, the tip of his cock pushing at
her short pants, pressing its swollen head across her swimsuit. Fuck.
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He was large. Grabbed both of his wrists in one
hand before lowering her hand to move his cock aside
her fingers, Gripping it tightly. Lance closed his eyes and momed, okay,
you win. Suddenly, Grace was swamped with desire. The sensation
of power flooded her body, the submission of this strong man.
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She pushed her swimsuit to one side and pressed his
cock deep into her sacks, demanding satisfaction. Their fingers entwined
as she pounded onto him, desperation fueling every movement. Lance
lifted his head, his lips, searching for her swollen nipples,
biting them through the material of her swimsuit. Grace released
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his wrists, slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off,
exposing her breast to the sun, the chilled mountain air,
forcing them to grow that little bit more. Grasping his hair,
she pulled his lips onto her nipples, her hips rocking
viciously on his cock. Moving her hands behind her, her
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nails digging into his sighs, Lance pushed his pelvis up,
thrusting deeper into her need, fueling the growing pleasure in
her body. Thrust after thrust pounded his cock to the
very end of her stretching her pussy with a delicious sting.
Slipping one hand from his thighs, Grace his fingers discovered
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his tight palls and rubbed them roughly, before sliding a
finger against his ass, watching his face for the effect,
before she thrust two fingers inside his tight rosette, forcing
his body to buck against her, driving his cock hard
and fast into her sex. As her fingers thrust in
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and out of his tight pocket hole, every thrust, accelerating
his motion, forcing louder and loud to munster erupt from
his mouth. Her other hand dropped over her stomach, Finding
her clip begged for attention, she rubbed it desperately, her
core tightening, the fire swilling in her stomach as she
heard growls dripping from his lips. Watching his body writhe
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under her control, she felt so strong, so powerful. She
orchestrated every movement in his body, her breast swollen and aching,
burned as he grasped them in his fingers, digging in
as he started to tense. Grace's core clutched angrily at
his cock, wanting satisfaction as she pounded down onto his
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hard erection, dust exploding around them, her body tightening as
her orgasm assaulted every cell, spread through every nerve as
it collapsed down through her body, compelling her pussy to
squeeze him so tightly he could do nothing but erupt
inside her. Looking down at him, panting underneath her, grace
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released his cock from the grip of her pussy and
crawled up his body. Kneeling on his shoulders, She lowered
her still trembling, dripping pussy and just inches over his mouth.
Who won, she said levily. As he tried to speak.
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She pressed her pussy against his lips, his tongue finding
her clip with deceptive ease. She rocked her hips against
his mouth, his stubble, teasing her throbbing clip ferociously. His
tongue pressed inside her, exploring her as her throbbing grew,
his hot breath burning her aching folds, her hips pushing
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aggressively into his mouth as her fingers moved through his hair,
pulling his head tightly against her pussy. She rolled his
face with desperate need as her orgasm swelled again, taking
her to the edge. Her body submitted finally as her
orgasm erupted once again, Lance's mouth hungrily eating every drop
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of their pleasure. Sitting back, she replaced the shoulder straps
on her swimsuit before looking down at him and saying,
We've got that resolved. Leaping to her feet, she corrected
her shorts before reaching inside, retrieving the dripping pendant. Looking
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at it, she smiled and said, well, it should give
the scout something to think about tonight when they're in
their tents, their mutual warm pleasure and ripped from its edges.
Come on, I'll race you to the camp. If you win,
I'll give you a rematch. She watched Lance rise to
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his feet wearily before she turned toward the path down.
Looking at the unconscious Tim laying on the ground, she
turned and called, oh, and you're carrying him, before she
started jogging down the path. Next week we have a
brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was sent
(22:06):
in by a man. Yes, there are men listening, quite
a few as it goes, so hello out there to
all you men. They're quite a bit shyer with their
fantasies than the ladies other. So until next week when
we can get wild in bed all over again. This
is Devil and Wild Wishing. Use salacious dreams. As you
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A static display and ended in a depicate the ducts.
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And in
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Verticate inducted
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 Central
Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These weren't
(00:53):
taken down by the creators. They were taken down by
the platforms themselves, moving the podcast without notice. We have
seen this before, when YouTube remove my video channel, when
SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice, no warning.
(01:14):
They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands of listeners frustrated.
It is part of an ongoing assault by the powers
that be to censor anything they deem unsuitable for you
to enjoy. So to make sure you never missed an episode,
the only way I can guarantee you'll always have access
(01:37):
to your favorite stories is by downloading the Central Awakenings app.
It's safe, private, nonsensored, 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 Apple phone. You can just go ahead and follow
(01:59):
the link in this episodes notes, or visit me at
Wildinbed dot 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. Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another
(02:27):
episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories,
sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies. Now, tonight, I
thought I might give you a little surprise. Is a
little bit of femdom fantasy. Claire works and accounts, and
(02:53):
when a new trainee is thrust upon her, she has
to take control, something she has never done before. You
can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.
Just put your earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender
(03:13):
to the pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you.
And when you're ready to surrender to me, just go
ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it
for a moment and then release it with a sigh,
(03:35):
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
thirty minutes or so, it's just you in my voice.
This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release your inner desires
(03:57):
as you listen to my voice and feel the story
moving through your body as you enjoy tonight show. The
sun beat down on Grace's dripping back. It was days
like to day she lived for a big finger to
her folks, who had named her Grace in the hope
(04:17):
that she would be femininine ladylike all cocktail dresses and
perfect make up. The lake glimmered as she watched the
other swimmers approaching the bank. She had at least four
minutes on even the fittest of the men in the
following pack, and there were only two of them. She
(04:38):
could barely see the rest of the swimmers in the
early morning sun. Taking a moment to catch her breath,
she had the luxury of time in a few weeks
that would no longer be an option as marine bootcamp
beckoned and damned, she was looking forward to it. Kicking
the boy's asses was exact what she was about. Screw
(05:02):
both the cocktail dresses and the makeup. She loved the
fact she could disrupt anything, take the norm, and dump
it on its ass, fair and square, usually to everyone
else's dismay. It was like that a few months ago,
at this scout troop. Looking to fill the gap until
boot camp and keep herself active, Grace volunteered to be
(05:25):
a scout leader. Their annual summer camps were normally all
tense and looking at native artwork, playing with their pocket knives,
and collecting pebbles or leaves. Fuck that she turned that
one right around. Of course, the other scout masters hadn't
known her when she first suggested they have a master's
(05:47):
race to inspire the younger scouts. They hadn't realized that
she would kick their ass every single time. Guess the
boys were learning now, She seriously, most of them would
even make the finish line. She turned from the water
and looked up the mountain that rose above her. Up
(06:10):
the top was a troop pennant. She simply had to
collect it and return it to base camp when she
was done, and that was it. She would have won.
Oh she didn't have to run up the mountain, of course,
but it wasn't a big mountain. The last of the
water from the swim soaked into the towel as she
(06:31):
rubbed her feet before slipping her running shoes and shorts
on candy from a fucking baby, She giggled as she
grabbed a water bottle from the age shelter and set
off up the mountain trail. The breeze on the mountain
was welcome. Her pace gentle enough to win, but the
(06:52):
last thing she needed to do right now was to
break anything in full feit boot camp. It was only
a little over am to the summit, and then she
could watch whoever managed to complete the course from the
vantage point above them. It didn't take long before the
sounds of the scouts faded below. There was a reason
(07:15):
she chose a mountain trail as the last section. There
wouldn't be any scouts up here, no one to cheer
on the losers and boost them morale. Grace didn't need
the cheers. Just the thought of winning was enough. Just
the look of disappointment on her parents face motivated her.
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One girl on seven boys, raised on a pig farm
in the asshole of nowhere, she was wrestling sows by
the age of ten. None of her brothers dare argue
with her, lest they didn't have the ability to get
themselves off to the magazines hidden in the wood shed
for a week or two. She laughed bariehly at the
thought of her addressed in a cocktailed and trying to
(08:01):
charm a man. More likely, she'd have him in a
choke hold and on the ground before he could invite
her to dance. The giant fir trees that lined the
route eventually became more sparse. As she entered a clearing,
the sky opened up before her. The mountain wasn't so
high to be above the cloud line, but it was
(08:23):
high enough. Grabbing the pennant from a lone branch shoved
unceremoniously into the ground, she shoved it into her shorts
to be sure it was safe. Grace chose the most
comfortable looking of the various rocks that decorated the edge
of the clearing and looked down at the camp. She
(08:45):
could make out the collapsed forms of a lot of
the races. There were no cries of panic drifting up
to a lofty position, so she guessed no one had died,
although looking at the numbers of people laying on the ground,
there was some doubt over whether anyone else would actually
finish the race. The minutes passed as she shifted on
(09:08):
the rock uncomfortably. Hurry up, she cursed. She wanted them
to finish the race so she could see the look
in their eyes when they see she had already secured
the wind. Of course, it might be sensible for her
to return to the camp just to make it official,
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but that wouldn't be fun. Doubts swarmed in her mind
as she wondered just how long she might have to wait. Eventually,
she breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of
footsteps wearily tracing the mountain track. Eventually, Lance staggered into
the clearing. Taking one look at Grace, he put his
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hands on his knees and said fuck. As his gas subsided.
He looked toward the branch and then back to Grace,
his eyes moving up and down her body, searching where's
a pennant? He asked. It's safe, she replied, grinning as
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she stepped off the rock. His eyes narrowed as he
looked at her, studying her. He was at least five
inches taller than her, and there was no doubt the
muscles that rippled across his body were there for more
than their undoubted sex appeal. Lance was a cop in
his day job, so had a natural presence to him.
(10:33):
He obviously wasn't a marine standard, but over the past
few months with enough of the challenges she craved to
keep her amused. They were far from friends. The nicest
thing you could say about their chemistry was that they
had an unfriendly rivalry. When she had volunteered to be
a scout master at the troop, Lance had been their
(10:56):
resident action man, a crown that soon fell after Grace's arrival.
She was slightly surprised at Tim wasn't with him. She'd
often thought the two of them would need a surgeon
to give them separated. Of course, as always when two
men seem inseparable, there were numerous rumors about the nature
(11:18):
of their relationship, and she had to admit Tim was
a little more feminine in his ways. His muscle was
the creation of a man who spends way too much
time in the gym and stood in front of mirrors
ensuring his hair is perfect. Standing back up, Lance moved
his next side to side, the cracks echoing against the boulders.
(11:41):
He took a step forward before thrusting his large hand
forward and saying congratulations. Grace eyed him suspiciously. She had
too many brothers to trust a man that accepted defeat
so easily. But this was a scout event, and her
being contentious would probably not go down well. Deciding it
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might actually be genuine, and confident the pennant was secure
either way, she took a step forward, raising her hand,
his eyes burrowing into hers as he gripped her tightly,
squeezing a little more than normal. Thanks, she said through
gritted teeth, returning his grip. The air between them crackled
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as they squeezed each other's hands, willing the other to capitulate,
at least in this small battle. As she returned his gaze,
there was something else in his eyes, something she couldn't
quite read, not in anger. It was Suddenly Tim crashed
into the clearing and collapsed on the ground, breaking the
spell grace distracted. Lance pulled her against him, turning her
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and bending her arm up her back. Where is it?
He demanded, as his hands searched her swimsuit, pushing between
her breasts roughly her nipples defied her anger and pushed
against the wet material. She was damned sure she could
feel his erection pressing against her back. Turning into him,
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she loosened her arm before sliding a leg around his
and balancing him. She pushed him over the dust flew
up in a cloud. As he hit the ground with
a satisfying thud, Grace leaped on him, pushing his arms
back over his head, pinning him to the ground, whilst
he writhed beneath her, his hips twisting desperate to escape
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the movement, rubbing his growing erection along her thighs. Fuck,
she thought, as a first wave of aching pulses of
pleasure moved through a pussy. This is not the time,
her mind tried to command her body to forget about
sex for one moment, But it had been so long,
and he wasn't unattractive, just fucking annoying. He pushed his
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legs into the ground, his now hard cock pressing at
her pussy, the pennant too small to stop the throbbing
sensation of his cock teasing at her sex. Twisting, he
rolled her over, his body, now on top of hers,
his hands gripping her wrists in the dust, pressing his
formidable chest against her breast to hold her down. He
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shuffled her wrists into the grip of one of his hands,
his long, strong fingers easily entrapping them. Pushing down into
the ground with her feet, Grace could not lift him
high enough to make him roll over. His breath burned
at her cheek as he pressed his chin against her neck,
the sensation of his stubble sending shock waves to precisely
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where she didn't want them to go. Damn, she was wet,
But fuck, Why was her pussy this desperate for a fuck?
It had to be him. His free hand lowered, pushing
aggressively between her thighs, the movement forcing his mouth against
her breast. His stubble teased at her right nipples. His
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hot breath burned through her swimsuit, scorching the wildfire that
was already moving through a body. Pressing his head down
to control her, his teeth brushed her nipples inadvertently. Grace's
body writhed from that touch, not from defense but desire.
Her thighs tensed as she could feel the tremors of
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pleasure escalating in her legs. His hands managed to find
the leg of her shorts and invaded the loose material,
his fingers searching for the pennant, brushing her trembling pussy.
Grace moaned, involuntarily, hating herself for the sound. Her body
arched under his weight, forcing her defiant nipples against his mouth,
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his breath and hot panting only served to fuel the
sensations moving through a body. In desperation, Grace wrapped her
legs around his waist, tightening them with all her strength.
His swollen cock pressed hard against her wanton pussy, accelerating
the growing sensations burning through her. Pressing her shoulders into
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the ground, she managed to flip Lance over, straddling him.
She pushed her hips down against his grain to stop
him lifting her again. A new sensation pressed against a thigh. Somehow,
the movement had loosened his cock from the prison of
his shorts, and every inch was now throbbing along the
top of her thigh, dangerously close to her trees and
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as pussy, which clutched aggressively to be filled. Pushing her
body against him, she glared into his eyes and whispered,
I want it, accept it, Lance writhed beneath her, trying
to free himself, the tip of his cock pushing at
her short pants, pressing its swollen head across her swimsuit. Fuck.
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He was large. Grabbed both of his wrists in one
hand before lowering her hand to move his cock aside
her fingers, Gripping it tightly. Lance closed his eyes and momed, okay,
you win. Suddenly, Grace was swamped with desire. The sensation
of power flooded her body, the submission of this strong man.
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She pushed her swimsuit to one side and pressed his
cock deep into her sacks, demanding satisfaction. Their fingers entwined
as she pounded onto him, desperation fueling every movement. Lance
lifted his head, his lips, searching for her swollen nipples,
biting them through the material of her swimsuit. Grace released
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his wrists, slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off,
exposing her breast to the sun, the chilled mountain air,
forcing them to grow that little bit more. Grasping his hair,
she pulled his lips onto her nipples, her hips rocking
viciously on his cock. Moving her hands behind her, her
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nails digging into his sighs, Lance pushed his pelvis up,
thrusting deeper into her need, fueling the growing pleasure in
her body. Thrust after thrust pounded his cock to the
very end of her stretching her pussy with a delicious sting.
Slipping one hand from his thighs, Grace his fingers discovered
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his tight palls and rubbed them roughly, before sliding a
finger against his ass, watching his face for the effect,
before she thrust two fingers inside his tight rosette, forcing
his body to buck against her, driving his cock hard
and fast into her sex. As her fingers thrust in
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and out of his tight pocket hole, every thrust, accelerating
his motion, forcing louder and loud to munster erupt from
his mouth. Her other hand dropped over her stomach, Finding
her clip begged for attention, she rubbed it desperately, her
core tightening, the fire swilling in her stomach as she
heard growls dripping from his lips. Watching his body writhe
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under her control, she felt so strong, so powerful. She
orchestrated every movement in his body, her breast swollen and aching,
burned as he grasped them in his fingers, digging in
as he started to tense. Grace's core clutched angrily at
his cock, wanting satisfaction as she pounded down onto his
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hard erection, dust exploding around them, her body tightening as
her orgasm assaulted every cell, spread through every nerve as
it collapsed down through her body, compelling her pussy to
squeeze him so tightly he could do nothing but erupt
inside her. Looking down at him, panting underneath her, grace
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released his cock from the grip of her pussy and
crawled up his body. Kneeling on his shoulders, She lowered
her still trembling, dripping pussy and just inches over his mouth.
Who won, she said levily. As he tried to speak.
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She pressed her pussy against his lips, his tongue finding
her clip with deceptive ease. She rocked her hips against
his mouth, his stubble, teasing her throbbing clip ferociously. His
tongue pressed inside her, exploring her as her throbbing grew,
his hot breath burning her aching folds, her hips pushing
(20:41):
aggressively into his mouth as her fingers moved through his hair,
pulling his head tightly against her pussy. She rolled his
face with desperate need as her orgasm swelled again, taking
her to the edge. Her body submitted finally as her
orgasm erupted once again, Lance's mouth hungrily eating every drop
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of their pleasure. Sitting back, she replaced the shoulder straps
on her swimsuit before looking down at him and saying,
We've got that resolved. Leaping to her feet, she corrected
her shorts before reaching inside, retrieving the dripping pendant. Looking
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at it, she smiled and said, well, it should give
the scout something to think about tonight when they're in
their tents, their mutual warm pleasure and ripped from its edges.
Come on, I'll race you to the camp. If you win,
I'll give you a rematch. She watched Lance rise to
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his feet wearily before she turned toward the path down.
Looking at the unconscious Tim laying on the ground, she
turned and called, oh, and you're carrying him, before she
started jogging down the path. Next week we have a
brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was sent
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in by a man. Yes, there are men listening, quite
a few as it goes, so hello out there to
all you men. They're quite a bit shyer with their
fantasies than the ladies other. So until next week when
we can get wild in bed all over again. This
is Devil and Wild Wishing. Use salacious dreams. As you
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