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Can passion and desire escape the veil of death?
Tara is left alone. The two men she had given herself to, taken from her by a cruel twist of fate.
Returning to the site of the consummation of their relationships, their love, their lust; Tara is overpowered by the intense emotion and desire to feel them again.
Hounded by the ghosts of their past, can her desire take her beyond the veil to satisfy the need that still burns in her heart, or is she destined to live her days in desperate need?
This does is an erotic menage fantasy, and does contain references to anal sex.
Can passion and desire escape the veil of death?
Tara is left alone. The two men she had given herself to, taken from her by a cruel twist of fate.
Returning to the site of the consummation of their relationships, their love, their lust; Tara is overpowered by the intense emotion and desire to feel them again.
Hounded by the ghosts of their past, can her desire take her beyond the veil to satisfy the need that still burns in her heart, or is she destined to live her days in desperate need?
This does is an erotic menage fantasy, and does contain references to anal sex.
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Speaker 1 (00:17):
Now, before we settle down and enjoy tonight's show together,
how would you feel about joining me for something a
little different, h something to awaken those senses, take you
(00:37):
into your deepest fantasies if they were really happening. You
know you can join me on the Sential Awakenings app
which I crafted with these very fingers, yes, these that
you're feeling right now, and it was created to enhance
(01:01):
your pleasure through the art of meditation, hypnosis, absolutely filthy
stories and tantric techniques. Imagine surrendering to a world where
your desires take sense, to stage where every normal sensation
(01:23):
is transformed into a wave of pleasure. Well, with my
carefully crafted sessions, you discover how to embrace your body,
alock hidden sensations, and ignite those passions that you've kept
hidden for so long. So it doesn't matter whether you're
(01:45):
seeking to deepen the intimacy with your partner or indulge
in some very very sensual self discovery. Sentral Awakenings offers
a sanctuary where you can experience a full spec from
a ecstasy. You can transcend ordinary experiences and dive into
(02:06):
blissful states of relaxation and experience your deepest fantasies as
if they were real. With guided hypnosis, imagine awakening your
sensual energy and enhancing your connection between mind, body and soul.
To take every moment of pleasure to a whole new
level with tantric techniques, and to let go of all
(02:30):
your inhibitions and heighten your sensuality so every touch takes
you right to the edge, and cultivating a new sexual
energy with orgasmic meditation. I guess the question is, are
you ready to unleash your inner desires? Sentraal Awakenings is
(02:53):
more than just an app It's an invitation to explore, indulge,
and awaken your sense right there on your fingertip. So
join me now and embark on a journey that will
transform the way you experience pleasure. So your essential awakening begins.
(03:15):
So just come and see me at wildibed dot com hmmm,
or follow the link in this episode's notes. M hmm.
I look forward to sharing that erotic experience with you. Hi,
(03:35):
it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, passionate prose, and finger licking
good fantasies. You know this podcast is best enjoyed. Laying
on your bed, you might want to loosen any clothing
(03:58):
or maybe complet completely naked as you surrender to my
voice and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every sound,
every touch as if it was really happening to you
right now. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's
(04:20):
just you and my voice. This is your time, your
time to relax, your time to let your inhibitions go,
your time for sensuous pleasure. As you close your eyes
and take a deep breath and just hold it for
(04:41):
a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting
all the stress of the week go as you listen
to my words and hear my voice moving over and
inside your body. Render to this week's story. Ignoring the
(05:06):
stings of brambles, I push heavily through the undergrowth. The
pain of the thorns against my flesh, nothing is compared
to what is aching inside my heart. Why, for fuck's sake,
why I scream my head looking up at the sky,
tears burning my cheeks, dragging myself up the embankment with
(05:30):
the moonlight giving me something to guide me, and like
a moth to the flame. As I returned to the
one place I've always gone to think, the place where
it all started. Not caring that I'm still in a
three hundred dollar business suit, I plow through the mud,
(05:51):
my shoes ruined, my skirt ripped on the side, No
hands to help me, no words to comfort me, never again.
As I reached the wall, I angrily hurled my bag
at the ground, the full moon blurred by the tears
flooding mercilessly from my eyes. You fucking promised, you promised
(06:15):
to come back, both of you. My voiced hoarse from crying,
I spin around with my arms outstretched somehow, hoping they
can hear me always and forever, you said, lies all lies,
An I U d not a hundred yards from the base.
(06:37):
How did no one not see them planting it? How?
How just fucking how? As I sit on the stone,
our stone, my arms tighten around me, as I raised
my knees up to my chest, remembering that last night,
the night I had become an adult by time and
(07:02):
a woman by the touch of those two men. I
couldn't choose between them, How could anyone? Both of them
fueled my passion in so many ways. In some ways
they were chalking cheese, but together there were more than
any man I have ever met. And on that night,
(07:23):
when we consummated our relationships, the three of us together,
melting as one in perfect union. I knew love, then,
I knew passion, lust, deep satisfaction. They promised me forever.
But now that has all been taking away from me.
(07:47):
Please come back, Please, my God. I need you, I
need you both. My voice is barely recognizable through the
hail of tears. I can't go home, our home, US three,
nothing but walls full of memories, broken promises and pain.
Now motionless, my heart in my throat, I don't move,
(08:13):
my body numb as I wait for an answer, as
I wait for any fucking thing. Minutes, maybe hours drift by.
The moon glares at me, cold and unfeeling, as a
crisp night air begins to bite hard onto my skin.
What happened to worry is always coming back here? Tell me,
(08:37):
fucking tell me that was obviously bullshit. My screams echo
along the tree line, not a sound, not a whisper
in response, nothing to acknowledge the pain I feel right now,
for the first time in my life, I have no one,
not a single soul. I am completely alone, completely hopeless.
(09:06):
The memories of that last night flooded my mind, the
stories of how this place, this place where I gave
them my innocence, this place where they told me people
could always return to even after they'd lost their lives,
the lies I'd believed, the romantic notions that were nothing
(09:31):
but promises. In the dark, alone and desperate, I searched
the clearing for an indication, a hint, a hope that
they are here. With the stabbing pain in my chest unyielding,
I'm struggling to catch my breath as the first stages
of a panic attack take me back to when Dad died,
(09:52):
to when Mum died. At least then I had the
twins to lean on. I had hope, someone to talk to,
some one to ease the heartache. Now there's no one.
Through the veil of panic, I scrabble for thoughts. I
have to calm down, otherwise this will be my last
(10:13):
resting place. But then again, that might not be a
bad thing. At least I might have another chance to
be with them. Grabbing my bag, I open the inner
zip pocket and remove one of the joints that I
keep tucked away for stress at work. I lift it
(10:37):
between my lips, click the light to life, and breathe
deep until the end of the filter paper crackles with
an orange glow. After a long, deep drag, I hold
my breath for a moment, just long enough to give
it time to circulate. Already the pain in my chest
(10:58):
begins to subside. I slowly finish the entire joint, letting
the weed do its work, letting my thoughts ease as
much as they possibly can, and allowing the panic to subside.
Still unable to think about now, tomorrow, or anything else,
(11:19):
as if my mind had been barricaded by its own
stone wall, all I can do is think why? Why
did you two go? Why did you leave me? The
moon passed, a clearing in a silvery glow, framing the
center of the fireplace in a cold, emotionless light. The
(11:44):
night air bites even deeper, causing me to shiver violently.
I reach into my bag and pull out a set
of notes from work earlier. As I scrunch a few up,
I press the flame of the lighter again, and the
amber glow that dances across the paper affords me that
(12:05):
first hint of warmth, easing my shivers. Desperately trying to
remember how the twins had laid a fire. I grab
any loose bits of dry twigs I can find and
pile them slowly on the glowing pile of papers. Gradually
the flames spread and flicker across the twigs, hardly as
(12:25):
impressive as the fires I'd seen the Twins create numerous times,
but it was still warmth. With my back against the stone,
I huddle on the ground and bring my knees back
up to my chest, with my thoughts lost in the
gently dancing flames, my mind empty of anything but pain
(12:47):
and agony and sadness. Although my eyes are stinging and
dry from hours of crying from somewhere. Another flood of
tears cascades down my cheeks. He left ye, You left me,
both of you, when you said you never would. My
(13:08):
voice cracks with desperate pain and loneliness. As the fire
crackles and grows, the shadows dancing around me circling me
thankful for the heat, however small a night wind picks up.
Suddenly the trees begin to howl in empathy with my pain.
(13:32):
Their resonant song somehow reminded me of that stupid drum
beat that crisplayed, the dull, throbbing sound echoing around the
clearing with the wound, moving the trees as if they
were swaying in time with the eerie dance of the fire.
(13:54):
Somewhere in the distance, a crack of thunder warns of
a coming storm. Rangely, the fire responds to the thunder
and bursts into life, impossibly intense given the amount of
twigs I've put on it, mesmerized by the dance of
the flames, the distant sound of drums, the's surely just
(14:16):
a figment of my imagination. It's as if the shadows
are encompassing me, holding me. A whisper of the wind
blows across my face. Suddenly I can feel my sanity
vanishing into the void of anxiety, the fantasy of my imagination,
(14:39):
removing any semblance of reality. The flames dance higher, more aggressively,
as if trying to burst out from the confines of
the fire, or try to escape whatever prison they are
trapped in. Shadows move ominously around the circle, coming to
life from the life giving warmth of the flame. All
(15:01):
the time, the drums become louder, closer, the wind stronger, warmer,
Another breeze, another whisper, stronger, louder, closer, weir. The words
echo as if caught in some endless tunnel, or trapped
in some far off well of despair. Edging back into
(15:25):
the stone, unnerved and anxious by the drama unfolding around me,
I search around the clearing for signs of life. A
warm shiver lifting up my spine and the hair on
my neck. Standing at attention, Who sir, I cry out, trembling,
goosebumps peppering my skin, vulnerability dripping from every word. The
(15:56):
wind whispers. The warm breeze caresses my face like a
warm palm, gently wiping my tears away. I stand bolt
upright in full panic and grab myself home from my bag,
while looking around hurriedly, stress and fear and panic oozing
from every pore. Whoever the fuck you are, I'm calling
(16:18):
the cops, holding up my phone to show I'm serious.
It's screenlight glowing in the dark of the night. I
turn on my heel to look all around me. I
really am going mad. My senses are all over the
map and mine can't handle all the pain. A wind
(16:39):
blows the shadows around me, and it feels like a
warm glow, holding me for a moment, say, wind, whispering,
shadows engulfing me, holding me as the strength of the
wind pushes against my face and presses the shadows against me.
(17:01):
I close my eyes and succumb to the will of
the shadows, feeling my cheek press hard against a firm chest,
and listening to the gentle beat of a heart in
time with the drums. Slowly, quietly, but there I can
feel it, A body firmly pressed against me, my rock
(17:21):
when everything else goes wrong, another crack of thunder. Strangely,
the wind starts blowing in two directions at once, pressing
a shadow behind me. Strong arms holding me, comforting me,
the press of biceps against me, holding me close, never
letting me go. A moist breeze caresses my neck, in
(17:43):
lighting a second set of goosebumps across my body. A
submissive moan drops from my lips. I need you, don't go,
I whisper at the tandem breezes blow around me, overlapping,
gentle and sensuous. Yes. Oh. The shadow at the front
(18:08):
of my body presses hard against every inch of me.
The unmistakable sensation of a throbbing erection pushes hungrily into
my belly. The drum beats become quicker, louder, closer with
every passing second. That urgent pressure, that unnatural desire, pushes
from behind me, swelling against my ass. The wind whips
(18:32):
around me, quickly, gezing at my most sensitive ring and
pushing gently inside, probing, exploring, swelling inside of me. It
forces a loud moan from somewhere deep inside. The wet
lips of my pussy stretches. The undeniable girth of passion
pushes deep inside of me, thrusting, pushing, pulsing, fucking, Oh
(18:57):
Jesus Christ, Yes, imperfect its union. The throbbing shadow behind
me pushes into my ass unforgivingly, harshly. It thrusts harder
and harder, deeper, almost punishing I. Pussy and my ass
are full with top throbbing lust and two thick warm cocks.
(19:19):
Another breeze whips angrily at my cleat the sting replaced
by the long gusts of wind, licking, tasting, sucking. Another
strong breeze circles my nipples, biting them, sucking them so
hard they ache, and forcing electricity burning through my body.
Warm breezes press onto my lips and tease at my
(19:42):
tongue with long, deep lashes, caressing my neck, whipping it gently.
My body clutches with lustful need, trying to hold back
the orgasm that is already flooding over my body. My
clip throbs relentlessly as the breeze licks at it, stinging
it and then soothing with long, slow caresses. The swelling
(20:06):
inside me pushes at my core, threatening to explode as
my body tenses in anticipation, in lust, in love, in
absolute bliss, as my orgasm explodes hungrily Forcily, my body
grasping at the throbbing desire inside as it explodes in
my ass, in my pussy, feeling my entire lower body
(20:28):
with the hot threads of thick comb. I claps back
against a stone and opened my eyes to the silvery
glow of the moon, etching the images of Richard and
Chris onto the shadows, the flames of the fire dancing
over them, filling their images with a passionate glow. You
(20:50):
came back. A gentle pressure pushes on my chest, as
if a hand was being placed on my heart. We
never left, Always here. The unspoken words just seem to
appear in my mind, sliding down the stone to sit
on the ground. The shadows engulf me more a warm embrace, protecting, safe, loving. Slowly,
(21:20):
reality dawns in my mind. Do I have to come
up here every time I want to see you? Hoping
for all that I am worth that the answer is no.
Somehow I already know. Suddenly a stone drops from the
top of the wall into the fire, cracking with the heat.
(21:43):
Tonight you rest here, You will be safe with us.
Tomorrow morning you can check that stone. It's a present.
Mm hmm. Sleep stills over me, not wanting this to end.
For the first time in four years, I feel relaxed
(22:03):
as I surrender to the desire of sleep that invades
every cell. The sweet songs of birds awaken me in
the bright morning sun. There are no drums, no shadows,
and the fire is burned down to a few smoldering twigs.
Wondering for a moment if last night was just a
(22:24):
wild dream induced by my need and a more than
ample dose of weed. Confused, I lift myself from the ground.
The early morning sun caresses my face as I stand
up to walk to the dying embers of the fire.
The stone that fell into the fire last night still
(22:46):
pulsates with an amber glow. Poking it with a stray
branch from the ground, it shatters into dust. One golden
glasslike shard sits on top of the remains of the stone.
No breeze, no whisper, just a thought, an intuition in
(23:10):
my head. Nervously touching the gold and shard just my
finger tip, expecting it to see in my skin, pulling
back as soon as I touch it in nervous reaction,
the gentle warmth of its glistening surface surprises me. Holding
my breath, I must at all the courage I can
(23:33):
and grasp it firmly, pulling it from the smoldering embers,
its warm, loving glows spreading over my hands, my arms.
The constant tension I have felt for the past four
years subsides putting it up into the morning sunlight. It
(23:53):
glimmers with an inner glow, as if a light no
two lights next to each other, was shining inside. We
are here always and forever. The thought appears not in
my head, but in my heart, impermeates my whole body.
(24:18):
Eventually returning home, my bag falls heavily on the floor
as I walked through to my kitchen. A dull thud
reminded me of all the things I would have emptied
out of it years ago. A twinge of loneliness moves
over me as I hear my footsteps across the wooden floor,
their echo reminding me that it is only me here now.
(24:40):
Grabbing a bottle of water from my refrigerator, I drink heavily,
quenching the dehydration that has burned at my throat this morning.
With the bottle already half empty, a rush of light
headedness forces me onto a barstall at my breakfast bar.
The need for stability in this whirlpool of insane too
(25:01):
strong to bear anymore for a moment. I study the
bottle of clear water, desperate to cling to whatever sanity
I have left. Am I to be cursed with the
pain of insanity, as well as a stabbing ache of anxiety,
not knowing where reality ends, and my dream like fantasies begin.
(25:22):
Resisting the urge to start another joint, fearing it might
take me into a maelstrom of madness and a life
lived out in fantasy. I toy you with the one
material thing from last night, the one real thing, the
stone that sits in my pocket, building up the courage
to look at it again. I take a deep breath,
(25:44):
studying it for a moment. It is glossy surface, reflecting
gold worn light around my small kitchen. That glow seems
to fill the whole room. Noting for the first time
that it is shaped like a tear drop, I fight
the urge to cry again, my eyes still sting from
(26:05):
all the tears I have cried over the past twenty
four hours. I don't think I have anything left to
cry with. Slowly, gently, a warmth emanates from the stone,
spreading through my whole body, the feeling of desperate, despair
and loneliness subsiding with the wave of loving warmth. I
(26:29):
close my eyes to submit to the feeling moving across
my body. As I opened them again, the sunlight is
captured beautifully by the stone, refracting it across every surface,
the golden rainbow pushing shadows around me, embracing me. We
(26:49):
are here, always, forever confused and lost. The shadows move
closer around me at their warm grasp on me, filling
me with love and security, as a press along my body,
transforming into the bodies I need the men I love
(27:10):
the desires that satisfy me endlessly. Hmmm, well, I hope
that's got you in the motor a little sensuous fun.
So until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind.
This is Devil in wild, wishing you salacious dreams put
(28:00):
into a tottucted last, and in every deducted Las
Now, before we settle down and enjoy tonight's show together,
how would you feel about joining me for something a
little different, h something to awaken those senses, take you
(00:37):
into your deepest fantasies if they were really happening. You
know you can join me on the Sential Awakenings app
which I crafted with these very fingers, yes, these that
you're feeling right now, and it was created to enhance
(01:01):
your pleasure through the art of meditation, hypnosis, absolutely filthy
stories and tantric techniques. Imagine surrendering to a world where
your desires take sense, to stage where every normal sensation
(01:23):
is transformed into a wave of pleasure. Well, with my
carefully crafted sessions, you discover how to embrace your body,
alock hidden sensations, and ignite those passions that you've kept
hidden for so long. So it doesn't matter whether you're
(01:45):
seeking to deepen the intimacy with your partner or indulge
in some very very sensual self discovery. Sentral Awakenings offers
a sanctuary where you can experience a full spec from
a ecstasy. You can transcend ordinary experiences and dive into
(02:06):
blissful states of relaxation and experience your deepest fantasies as
if they were real. With guided hypnosis, imagine awakening your
sensual energy and enhancing your connection between mind, body and soul.
To take every moment of pleasure to a whole new
level with tantric techniques, and to let go of all
(02:30):
your inhibitions and heighten your sensuality so every touch takes
you right to the edge, and cultivating a new sexual
energy with orgasmic meditation. I guess the question is, are
you ready to unleash your inner desires? Sentraal Awakenings is
(02:53):
more than just an app It's an invitation to explore, indulge,
and awaken your sense right there on your fingertip. So
join me now and embark on a journey that will
transform the way you experience pleasure. So your essential awakening begins.
(03:15):
So just come and see me at wildibed dot com hmmm,
or follow the link in this episode's notes. M hmm.
I look forward to sharing that erotic experience with you. Hi,
(03:35):
it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, passionate prose, and finger licking
good fantasies. You know this podcast is best enjoyed. Laying
on your bed, you might want to loosen any clothing
(03:58):
or maybe complet completely naked as you surrender to my
voice and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every sound,
every touch as if it was really happening to you
right now. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's
(04:20):
just you and my voice. This is your time, your
time to relax, your time to let your inhibitions go,
your time for sensuous pleasure. As you close your eyes
and take a deep breath and just hold it for
(04:41):
a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting
all the stress of the week go as you listen
to my words and hear my voice moving over and
inside your body. Render to this week's story. Ignoring the
(05:06):
stings of brambles, I push heavily through the undergrowth. The
pain of the thorns against my flesh, nothing is compared
to what is aching inside my heart. Why, for fuck's sake,
why I scream my head looking up at the sky,
tears burning my cheeks, dragging myself up the embankment with
(05:30):
the moonlight giving me something to guide me, and like
a moth to the flame. As I returned to the
one place I've always gone to think, the place where
it all started. Not caring that I'm still in a
three hundred dollar business suit, I plow through the mud,
(05:51):
my shoes ruined, my skirt ripped on the side, No
hands to help me, no words to comfort me, never again.
As I reached the wall, I angrily hurled my bag
at the ground, the full moon blurred by the tears
flooding mercilessly from my eyes. You fucking promised, you promised
(06:15):
to come back, both of you. My voiced hoarse from crying,
I spin around with my arms outstretched somehow, hoping they
can hear me always and forever, you said, lies all lies,
An I U d not a hundred yards from the base.
(06:37):
How did no one not see them planting it? How?
How just fucking how? As I sit on the stone,
our stone, my arms tighten around me, as I raised
my knees up to my chest, remembering that last night,
the night I had become an adult by time and
(07:02):
a woman by the touch of those two men. I
couldn't choose between them, How could anyone? Both of them
fueled my passion in so many ways. In some ways
they were chalking cheese, but together there were more than
any man I have ever met. And on that night,
(07:23):
when we consummated our relationships, the three of us together,
melting as one in perfect union. I knew love, then,
I knew passion, lust, deep satisfaction. They promised me forever.
But now that has all been taking away from me.
(07:47):
Please come back, Please, my God. I need you, I
need you both. My voice is barely recognizable through the
hail of tears. I can't go home, our home, US three,
nothing but walls full of memories, broken promises and pain.
Now motionless, my heart in my throat, I don't move,
(08:13):
my body numb as I wait for an answer, as
I wait for any fucking thing. Minutes, maybe hours drift by.
The moon glares at me, cold and unfeeling, as a
crisp night air begins to bite hard onto my skin.
What happened to worry is always coming back here? Tell me,
(08:37):
fucking tell me that was obviously bullshit. My screams echo
along the tree line, not a sound, not a whisper
in response, nothing to acknowledge the pain I feel right now,
for the first time in my life, I have no one,
not a single soul. I am completely alone, completely hopeless.
(09:06):
The memories of that last night flooded my mind, the
stories of how this place, this place where I gave
them my innocence, this place where they told me people
could always return to even after they'd lost their lives,
the lies I'd believed, the romantic notions that were nothing
(09:31):
but promises. In the dark, alone and desperate, I searched
the clearing for an indication, a hint, a hope that
they are here. With the stabbing pain in my chest unyielding,
I'm struggling to catch my breath as the first stages
of a panic attack take me back to when Dad died,
(09:52):
to when Mum died. At least then I had the
twins to lean on. I had hope, someone to talk to,
some one to ease the heartache. Now there's no one.
Through the veil of panic, I scrabble for thoughts. I
have to calm down, otherwise this will be my last
(10:13):
resting place. But then again, that might not be a
bad thing. At least I might have another chance to
be with them. Grabbing my bag, I open the inner
zip pocket and remove one of the joints that I
keep tucked away for stress at work. I lift it
(10:37):
between my lips, click the light to life, and breathe
deep until the end of the filter paper crackles with
an orange glow. After a long, deep drag, I hold
my breath for a moment, just long enough to give
it time to circulate. Already the pain in my chest
(10:58):
begins to subside. I slowly finish the entire joint, letting
the weed do its work, letting my thoughts ease as
much as they possibly can, and allowing the panic to subside.
Still unable to think about now, tomorrow, or anything else,
(11:19):
as if my mind had been barricaded by its own
stone wall, all I can do is think why? Why
did you two go? Why did you leave me? The
moon passed, a clearing in a silvery glow, framing the
center of the fireplace in a cold, emotionless light. The
(11:44):
night air bites even deeper, causing me to shiver violently.
I reach into my bag and pull out a set
of notes from work earlier. As I scrunch a few up,
I press the flame of the lighter again, and the
amber glow that dances across the paper affords me that
(12:05):
first hint of warmth, easing my shivers. Desperately trying to
remember how the twins had laid a fire. I grab
any loose bits of dry twigs I can find and
pile them slowly on the glowing pile of papers. Gradually
the flames spread and flicker across the twigs, hardly as
(12:25):
impressive as the fires I'd seen the Twins create numerous times,
but it was still warmth. With my back against the stone,
I huddle on the ground and bring my knees back
up to my chest, with my thoughts lost in the
gently dancing flames, my mind empty of anything but pain
(12:47):
and agony and sadness. Although my eyes are stinging and
dry from hours of crying from somewhere. Another flood of
tears cascades down my cheeks. He left ye, You left me,
both of you, when you said you never would. My
(13:08):
voice cracks with desperate pain and loneliness. As the fire
crackles and grows, the shadows dancing around me circling me
thankful for the heat, however small a night wind picks up.
Suddenly the trees begin to howl in empathy with my pain.
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Their resonant song somehow reminded me of that stupid drum
beat that crisplayed, the dull, throbbing sound echoing around the
clearing with the wound, moving the trees as if they
were swaying in time with the eerie dance of the fire.
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Somewhere in the distance, a crack of thunder warns of
a coming storm. Rangely, the fire responds to the thunder
and bursts into life, impossibly intense given the amount of
twigs I've put on it, mesmerized by the dance of
the flames, the distant sound of drums, the's surely just
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a figment of my imagination. It's as if the shadows
are encompassing me, holding me. A whisper of the wind
blows across my face. Suddenly I can feel my sanity
vanishing into the void of anxiety, the fantasy of my imagination,
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removing any semblance of reality. The flames dance higher, more aggressively,
as if trying to burst out from the confines of
the fire, or try to escape whatever prison they are
trapped in. Shadows move ominously around the circle, coming to
life from the life giving warmth of the flame. All
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the time, the drums become louder, closer, the wind stronger, warmer,
Another breeze, another whisper, stronger, louder, closer, weir. The words
echo as if caught in some endless tunnel, or trapped
in some far off well of despair. Edging back into
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the stone, unnerved and anxious by the drama unfolding around me,
I search around the clearing for signs of life. A
warm shiver lifting up my spine and the hair on
my neck. Standing at attention, Who sir, I cry out, trembling,
goosebumps peppering my skin, vulnerability dripping from every word. The
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wind whispers. The warm breeze caresses my face like a
warm palm, gently wiping my tears away. I stand bolt
upright in full panic and grab myself home from my bag,
while looking around hurriedly, stress and fear and panic oozing
from every pore. Whoever the fuck you are, I'm calling
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the cops, holding up my phone to show I'm serious.
It's screenlight glowing in the dark of the night. I
turn on my heel to look all around me. I
really am going mad. My senses are all over the
map and mine can't handle all the pain. A wind
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blows the shadows around me, and it feels like a
warm glow, holding me for a moment, say, wind, whispering,
shadows engulfing me, holding me as the strength of the
wind pushes against my face and presses the shadows against me.
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I close my eyes and succumb to the will of
the shadows, feeling my cheek press hard against a firm chest,
and listening to the gentle beat of a heart in
time with the drums. Slowly, quietly, but there I can
feel it, A body firmly pressed against me, my rock
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when everything else goes wrong, another crack of thunder. Strangely,
the wind starts blowing in two directions at once, pressing
a shadow behind me. Strong arms holding me, comforting me,
the press of biceps against me, holding me close, never
letting me go. A moist breeze caresses my neck, in
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lighting a second set of goosebumps across my body. A
submissive moan drops from my lips. I need you, don't go,
I whisper at the tandem breezes blow around me, overlapping,
gentle and sensuous. Yes. Oh. The shadow at the front
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of my body presses hard against every inch of me.
The unmistakable sensation of a throbbing erection pushes hungrily into
my belly. The drum beats become quicker, louder, closer with
every passing second. That urgent pressure, that unnatural desire, pushes
from behind me, swelling against my ass. The wind whips
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around me, quickly, gezing at my most sensitive ring and
pushing gently inside, probing, exploring, swelling inside of me. It
forces a loud moan from somewhere deep inside. The wet
lips of my pussy stretches. The undeniable girth of passion
pushes deep inside of me, thrusting, pushing, pulsing, fucking, Oh
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Jesus Christ, Yes, imperfect its union. The throbbing shadow behind
me pushes into my ass unforgivingly, harshly. It thrusts harder
and harder, deeper, almost punishing I. Pussy and my ass
are full with top throbbing lust and two thick warm cocks.
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Another breeze whips angrily at my cleat the sting replaced
by the long gusts of wind, licking, tasting, sucking. Another
strong breeze circles my nipples, biting them, sucking them so
hard they ache, and forcing electricity burning through my body.
Warm breezes press onto my lips and tease at my
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tongue with long, deep lashes, caressing my neck, whipping it gently.
My body clutches with lustful need, trying to hold back
the orgasm that is already flooding over my body. My
clip throbs relentlessly as the breeze licks at it, stinging
it and then soothing with long, slow caresses. The swelling
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inside me pushes at my core, threatening to explode as
my body tenses in anticipation, in lust, in love, in
absolute bliss, as my orgasm explodes hungrily Forcily, my body
grasping at the throbbing desire inside as it explodes in
my ass, in my pussy, feeling my entire lower body
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with the hot threads of thick comb. I claps back
against a stone and opened my eyes to the silvery
glow of the moon, etching the images of Richard and
Chris onto the shadows, the flames of the fire dancing
over them, filling their images with a passionate glow. You
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came back. A gentle pressure pushes on my chest, as
if a hand was being placed on my heart. We
never left, Always here. The unspoken words just seem to
appear in my mind, sliding down the stone to sit
on the ground. The shadows engulf me more a warm embrace, protecting, safe, loving. Slowly,
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reality dawns in my mind. Do I have to come
up here every time I want to see you? Hoping
for all that I am worth that the answer is no.
Somehow I already know. Suddenly a stone drops from the
top of the wall into the fire, cracking with the heat.
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Tonight you rest here, You will be safe with us.
Tomorrow morning you can check that stone. It's a present.
Mm hmm. Sleep stills over me, not wanting this to end.
For the first time in four years, I feel relaxed
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as I surrender to the desire of sleep that invades
every cell. The sweet songs of birds awaken me in
the bright morning sun. There are no drums, no shadows,
and the fire is burned down to a few smoldering twigs.
Wondering for a moment if last night was just a
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wild dream induced by my need and a more than
ample dose of weed. Confused, I lift myself from the ground.
The early morning sun caresses my face as I stand
up to walk to the dying embers of the fire.
The stone that fell into the fire last night still
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pulsates with an amber glow. Poking it with a stray
branch from the ground, it shatters into dust. One golden
glasslike shard sits on top of the remains of the stone.
No breeze, no whisper, just a thought, an intuition in
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my head. Nervously touching the gold and shard just my
finger tip, expecting it to see in my skin, pulling
back as soon as I touch it in nervous reaction,
the gentle warmth of its glistening surface surprises me. Holding
my breath, I must at all the courage I can
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and grasp it firmly, pulling it from the smoldering embers,
its warm, loving glows spreading over my hands, my arms.
The constant tension I have felt for the past four
years subsides putting it up into the morning sunlight. It
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glimmers with an inner glow, as if a light no
two lights next to each other, was shining inside. We
are here always and forever. The thought appears not in
my head, but in my heart, impermeates my whole body.
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Eventually returning home, my bag falls heavily on the floor
as I walked through to my kitchen. A dull thud
reminded me of all the things I would have emptied
out of it years ago. A twinge of loneliness moves
over me as I hear my footsteps across the wooden floor,
their echo reminding me that it is only me here now.
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Grabbing a bottle of water from my refrigerator, I drink heavily,
quenching the dehydration that has burned at my throat this morning.
With the bottle already half empty, a rush of light
headedness forces me onto a barstall at my breakfast bar.
The need for stability in this whirlpool of insane too
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strong to bear anymore for a moment. I study the
bottle of clear water, desperate to cling to whatever sanity
I have left. Am I to be cursed with the
pain of insanity, as well as a stabbing ache of anxiety,
not knowing where reality ends, and my dream like fantasies begin.
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Resisting the urge to start another joint, fearing it might
take me into a maelstrom of madness and a life
lived out in fantasy. I toy you with the one
material thing from last night, the one real thing, the
stone that sits in my pocket, building up the courage
to look at it again. I take a deep breath,
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studying it for a moment. It is glossy surface, reflecting
gold worn light around my small kitchen. That glow seems
to fill the whole room. Noting for the first time
that it is shaped like a tear drop, I fight
the urge to cry again, my eyes still sting from
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all the tears I have cried over the past twenty
four hours. I don't think I have anything left to
cry with. Slowly, gently, a warmth emanates from the stone,
spreading through my whole body, the feeling of desperate, despair
and loneliness subsiding with the wave of loving warmth. I
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close my eyes to submit to the feeling moving across
my body. As I opened them again, the sunlight is
captured beautifully by the stone, refracting it across every surface,
the golden rainbow pushing shadows around me, embracing me. We
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are here, always, forever confused and lost. The shadows move
closer around me at their warm grasp on me, filling
me with love and security, as a press along my body,
transforming into the bodies I need the men I love
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the desires that satisfy me endlessly. Hmmm, well, I hope
that's got you in the motor a little sensuous fun.
So until next time, and always with your pleasure in mind.
This is Devil in wild, wishing you salacious dreams put
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into a tottucted last, and in every deducted Las
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