Reflections of Demonic Desire : Part 1 - A Dark Paranormal Erotic Fantasy

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2:46 still plagued by self doubt. Her so called boyfriend has little interest in her beyond casual sex. But when she comes across an antique mirror, does its reflections contain more than just tricks of light? What mysteries lay beyond the miss the cloud? This mirror's antique facia. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking good fantasies.

3:30 You can know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just put your earbuds in, loosing your clothes, close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice pressing over and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure, just go head and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment, and then release it with a sigh, letting go of all that tension, all that stress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax, Your time for sensuous satisfaction m hm. Your time to explore your inner passions as you listen to my voice and fill the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show. Laura looked again at the mirror, six feet tall and two

4:52 feet across. The bronze artwork on the frame was faded from years of use. The glass itself was still in one piece, but seemed to be heavily misted. She sighed to herself as she looked at her clients order details. Everything was as they wanted. The glass was intact in the frame original. Their extensive testing had proven that probably needed just to good clean, she reasoned, a little elbow grease and it would come up to its original beauty.

5:29 Being a historical art agent was never what she planned as she left college then again. Back then, she didn't know what she wanted to be, just somewhere else, away from the taunts about her weight, her music choices, and pretty much anything else the merciless imagination of teenagers could create. The cork and mirror, Laura sighed as she stood still in front of it, the Madlila folder back into her attached to case. She took a minute to study the mirror.

6:07 He didn't look almost five hundred years, she had to admit. Underneath all the tarnish, his beauty still pulsed looking around the story's unit. Of all the hundreds of times she had been here before, she had never seen it so empty. The staff all seemed to have vacated the room, which was rather unique because she hadn't Paige yet, and it would be easy enough for Laura to damage the mirror and deny them their payment. So impact of the artifact, the mist in its glass seemed to move gently, almost dreamlike.

6:50 Holding her breath, Laura raised a solitary finger to the delicate artwork that adorned the frame. It was for bidden for her to touch the artifact before signing the relevant paperwork, but there was something about this mirror something darkly enticing, and there was no one else around beneath the tarnish of years. She couldn't quite make out of the imagery was of tentacles or snakes. Whatever it was, it was strangely beautiful, beguiling. She thought the metal was warm to her touch, something she had never expected. Traising her fingers over the curves, she gasped and stood back, removing her hand as if she had been electrocuted. It moved, she was sure of it. Well, it writhed, she thought, like

7:53 a nest of vipers, looking around the room in the hope of seeing someone else, confirming her sanity, but she was still completely alone. She wondered if it was just a figment of her imagination. Her heart beat pounded in her chest, a cold sweat bittered her skin. As she looked back into the mirror, her knee shot transformed into a strange attraction, an attraction that seemed to veil her mind, shutting out any sense. Raising her hand again, the movement was their, still, a gentle, pulsing sensation that seemed so strangely sensual, as if the mirror was breathing in its sleep.

8:48 Stepping back calmly, this time, she watched the mirror, lost in her innermost thoughts. After the long this moment, she picked up her attashie case and went off to sign the paperwork and get home. The young lady at the cashier disc was friendly and professional as she processed the paperwork, smiling occasionally, but other than that, giving Laura very little attention. Eventually, she stopped tapping at the keyboard and asked, where would you like it delivered? Laura stared at her for a moment, as if she was speaking a foreign language. Laura's lips moved, but her brain was not involved with the words coming out of her mouth. For some reason, she was horrified to realize she had just given her home address, not

9:47 the secure office address. Unable to speak further, the young lady smiled and said, or done, expect delivery later today, handed her the receipt. Spellbound, Laura thanked her mindlessly and wandered out of the office. The journey home was clouded with confusion. Of course, the mirror should have gone to the office. They were the art agents that found the mirror, had secured the purchase of it and arranged its transportation here.

10:26 Why on earth has she given her home address. Why hadn't she changed it? The fuck was her brain? She just hoped, like hell nothing happened to the mirror, as there was no way the insurance company would accept. She just had a brain melt. Closing the door to her apartment, she kicked her shoes off and walked into the kitchen and dropping her attached to case on the counter. Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the side, she poured a generous measure and topped it with lime. Sipping it, she tried to get control of her mind. Okay, so fifteen thousand dollars worth of mirror was going to be arriving at her apartment this afternoon when it should be going to the safety of the office. She was just going to have to say there was an admin error and

11:27 arranged for it to be moved to the office tomorrow. What the hell was the Gorgan mirror? Anyway? Laura never really got involved with the details of the history of the items she secured. Her clients had some broad desires and she wouldn't judge how they spent their money. That was their call. As long as she got her twenty percent finders fee, she was happy being interested in the history was a realm of the specialist archaeologists. She employed a store from underneath the counter. She sat and took her tablet from the attached to case. Digging through the original notes, there was very limited information. The mirror was crafted in around fifteen eighty in Britain for Edward Kelly.

12:19 Apparently Edward was a scrier that worked with John d who was a sorcerer. Laura could already feel her headache gripping her mind, reading further ignoring the growing headache. The metal for the bronze frame was apparently sourced from Greece, who claimed the metal had come from the bronze shield of Persuus when he killed Medusa, hence the name. Closing the tablet, she decided this was all too much mythology without several vodkas in A loud knock at the door did not help her headache one bit. The thudding sound pounded around her mind like a jackhammer. As she opened the door, two broad delivery drivers stood there, looking mildly confused.

13:19 One stepped forward and looked at the clipboard in his hand, before looking back at the crate that occupied most of the corridor, then through the door into the narrow space of her apartment beyond and finally, he looked at Laura and gave her a quizzical smile while he said, we have a delivery of a large antique mirror, his tone sounding like he didn't quite believe his own words. Damn, Laura thought, where the hell would it fit in her tiny apartment. Well, the only option was the bedroom. It would just have to be rested against the wall until she could arrange for it to be moved tomorrow. That's right, she replied, trying to sound like this. It was all perfectly normal. Please bring it in. Unfortunately, the bulk of

14:15 the mirrorest crating made it impossible to maneuver through the doorway. The man with the clipboard looked at her again. It's frustration, painfully obvious. Could you remove the rating please? Sighing, he took out a selection of tools from her pack at his side. Obviously, they were prepared for moments like this, and between the two men they quickly removed the crating.

14:46 After what seemed like painfully long minutes, they positioned the mirror against the wall in her bedroom. There was space for it just but it would have to go tomorrow. She didn't like a thought of risking seven years bad luck. Every time she had to make a nighttime excursion to the bathroom, thanking the two men as they closed the door behind them, she watched them leave, mumbling incoherently. Lora grabbed the remains of her vodka from the kitchen and me handed into the bedroom to look at her new temporary possession. Well, it certainly dominated the room. It had a presence of its own that mesmerized Laura. As she sat on the bed, looking into its depths. Through the mists in the mirror, she could see her reflection. It

15:44 must be her reflection, right, she was the only person sat in front of the mirror. Only it was distorted, but not in a bad way. The extra POWs she had carried since hitting puberty were now gentle curves, the sort she had dreamed of having every night after high school, and all the taunts from her peers drifted to silence.

16:13 Her lips were fuller, more sensual. Somehow, her eyes sparkled with warmth despite being clouded by the mirror's miss It was as if the mirror photoshopped her automatically and showed her the woman she wanted to be. Then out of the corner of her eye, she had a glimpse of the writhing again on the frame. She held her gaze on the image in the mirror, preparing herself to move her head quickly and catch the frame off guard. Suddenly, her cellf owned, tinged to life, and the scream glowed brightly to announce the arrival of a text, breaking her concentration. I, babe, I've got a couple of hours free, so thought i'd come and make your day. Matt just what she needed.

17:09 She really wasn't sure there was enough room in her apartment for both the mirror and his ego. Okay, she tapped out uncertainly. His knock came on the door within minutes. He must have been parked outside downstairs when he texted her. Laura sighed as she opened the door. As always, Mat pushed past Laura and dropped his gym bag on the floor next to a discarded shoes. His large frame dominated the corridor, his shoulders brushing the walls as he walked through to the bedroom. I needed a little relaxation for a couple of hours before I hit the gym again, he barked from the bedroom, and of course I thought of you, he finished, almost as an afterthought. They had never been on a real date as such, Laura repeatedly noted,

18:08 with a feeling of disappointment. Sure, when they first chatted on whatever the dating app was, they got on well, and they had had that one drink in a bar, but since then all they hooked up for was casual sex, mainly to fuel his ego. It seemed he was good looking and very muscular, but after that, there wasn't a lot about Matt that really attracted Laura on a deeper level.

18:42 He certainly wasn't her intellectual equivalent. His conversation focused around him constantly, but he was cheaper than batteries, and it was nice to know someone found her attractive enough to at least get a high. She did find it strange that he always wanted to fuck her, and just before he went to the gym they would have sex. He would sleep for thirty minutes or so and then begone, leaving Laura with another empty feeling. By the time she reached the bedroom, he was already undressed and posing in front of the mirror. Fuck I look good, he said.

19:32 Laura's eyes caressed his tight ass, remembering the moment she had first seen it. She had actually whimpered right then. Knowing what was expected of her, Laura started undressing and laying her clothes on a chair. Be nice if you made a bit more effort with your clothes, he said, dismissively, focusing on his body in the mirror. You're such a plain Jane. Obviously his erection had no issues over her attire, she mused, catching a glimpse of him in the mirror.

20:11 Maybe it was a lighting or maybe the angle, but his image in the mirror seemed faded and small, all apart from his erection, which positively vibrated in the mirror. Get on the bed. I want to fuck you doggy style so I can watch it in your new mirror, he commanded, as he walked around the bed naked. Laura climbed onto the bed on all fours, parting her thighs.

20:43 Full play would be nice, she thought, a little seduction. Maybe. Mac climbed on the bed behind her and pressed inside her. She winced as he started to thrust into a dry pussy fill her hard cock. Baby Matt moaned as he pounded into her, lifting her head. She could see his face focused on his own physique in the mirror, as every thrust punished her dry pussy. She moaned gently when at last it started to feel good, but her thoughts were distracted by the mist in the mirror, which seemed to have a reddish hue and be swirling around his chest.

21:29 It almost seemed aggressive, the sensations growing inside her pussy as he relentlessly hammered at her, a gentle orgasm rising through her legs. At last, Laura gripped the sheets, willing it to rise faster, pushing her sex back against Matt's thrust as he suddenly tensed and his hot come filled. Looking in the mirror again, she watched Matt as he brushed his and through his hair and winked at his reflection.

22:05 She sighed as a roorcasm fell away, like so many times before. God, that was good, Matt said, as he spank to butt and poured away from her, laying back onto the bed. Okay, so I'll need those batteries after all, Laura thought that she lay back next to him. It was seconds before his breathing slowed and he was obviously asleep.

22:35 A single tear drifted down Laura's cheek as she closed her eyes, letting herself fall asleep to escape the pain of this moment, her breath slowly sinking into time with mats. She couldn't really say how long she was asleep, for it felt like ours and yet felt like no tice at all. The bedroom was dark. Matt's breath next to her showed he was still asleep. The mirror at the foot of the bed had a gentle, icy glow over it, like car headlights when illuminating the fog, and just like the fog on those icy winter roads. The mist in the mirror seemed to drift lazily, as if carried by some unfelt breeze. Somewhere on the edgebra hearing, Laura became aware of a slow beating sound, as if her heart permeated the shadows of the room. To her surprise, she

23:45 gradually began to realize the mist in the mirror was moving in time with the beat, as if some painfully slow, sensual dance was happening before her. Frozen with dread and curiosity, she watched the mirror, waiting to see what might happen next. Maybe a portal to another world, a place for ghosts and demons to dwell. The frame of the mirror began writhing slowly, keeping its time perfectly with the beat, the tendrils stretching beyond the confines of the bronze frame. The first touch of a tendril around her ankle sent a chill through her, a cold chill that seemed to transform as if that gentle beat was moving through the tip of it as it moved up her leg sending gentle throbs of warmth moving through her body. As her tentril's

24:54 grasped her ankles, securing her tightly to the bed, one word dominated her mind, surrender. A dark voice in primitive echoed through her, commanding surrender to every cellinar body, and all she could do was comply to submit. Laying her head back down, tendrils moved beneath her pillow, tempting her wrists above her head, circling them. Her hands flexed under the warm bonds of the tendrils. There was a sensation almost comforting about them, as if surrendering to them was the safest thing in the world. She felt strangely secure as the tendrils pulled her wrists tight against the mattress, her naked body prone and vulnerable. Then there was a new sensation, not of tendrils, but her fingers, human fingers.

26:05 Was matt awake, but this touch wasn't anything like matts. It was sensual and slow, exploring as it moved slowly over her calves. That gentle pulsing followed the caress of these strange fingers, intensifying the sensations as if to show a body's submission. Laura realized her heart beat at fallen in perfect time with the pulsing. It resonated through a body, creating sensations she had never known before, And somewhere beneath that pulsing another warmth, the caress of a breeze, a breath, as if lips were moving along her leg. She rises gently, her body can assumed with expectation as the fingers the breath moved up the inside of her thighs gently, the throbbing caressed at her folds, enticing the gentle lake that

27:16 was already in her pussy to grow. Her clit resonated with her ache to be satisfied. Her core clutched in temper, with the beat getting faster and faster. The breath danced over her clit, forcing Laura to arch her back. The shots of electricity fire through her body, raising her hips to invite her unseen lover further. The caress of her desire traced down the inside of her thighs is warm touch, promising unknown satisfaction. The heat of the breath, the intensity of the pulsing accelerated as she felt the first caress over her clit, teasing it exposed and erect. She tried to suppress among that echoed around the room. She tried to control the sensations, but her legs parted as lust veiled her mind. A strong chest, a strong chest pressing

28:20 over her thighs, parting them further, as a breath pressed between her lips, sending the throbbing through to her corner. Gently but firmly, the breath thrust into Laura's sacks, stretching her pussy lips tightly around it, filling her completely. The throbbing tip of the breath teased along the walls of her pussy, inviting her sensations of lust to accelerate. The burning in her clip was now a furnace of need.

28:55 She had surrendered all ability to control her desires. She had lost all desire to control them at all, and the belittling voices of the past and present vanished in this moment as she succumbed to the pleasure that availed her. Oh fuck, she cried as she raised her hips violently and pushed onto the breath, releasing her orgasm. Her body tingled warmly as a breath depulsing the chest moved over her stomach, writhing under its caress as it brushed across her breast, tormenting her erect nipples with the whisper of a caress, pulling them into stiffer peaks. The after glow of her pleasure spiraled in her breast, intensifying the sensations burning through her nipples. The warm touch of an erection

29:53 teased along the inside of her thigh, her pussy clutching with a desperate need to experience him, to feel it fill her. As the waves of pleasure still pounded her sacks, Laura raised her hips but was held still by the weight of a strong man. Opening her eyes in the faint glove of the mirror, she could see warm almond eyes watching her essential but strong face, lips that promised erotic abandon Let me make you mine a voice, warm and sensual, echoed to her mind. And I will show you what you can be. I will show you your true reflection. A day that had started with madness may as well end with madness, Laura reasoned as she nodded silently.

30:53 Suddenly her ankles and wrists were released from the grip of the tendrils. Desire consumed her body as she wrapped her legs around this man, flipping him over, pressing her hands against his firm chest. His body was defined, but not in a gym bunny steroid craft of way like Matt's was. This was a man who had spent every day of his life working hard, and it showed in his body. Desperation consumed Laura as she grabbed his hard cock, guiding it into her sax. She impaled herself down onto it.

31:32 The aftershocks of her orgasm grasped his girth with demonic want, pounding her pussy up and down his length. The sensation still moving through her perpetuated accelerated. His hand grasped at her breast, pinching her nipples tightly before sliding over the curves of her stomach, Discovering her exposed clt He pinched it firmly before rubbing it hard against his erection. Laura moaned loudly with pleasure as another orgasm assaulted her senses, her body tensing around his shaft. The warm caress of his orgasm danced inside her pussy as her own orgasm unleashed. Panting, she closed her eyes, just wanting to immerse herself in the sensation for a little longer. When she opened her eyes again, the room was back to dark, a very

32:33 wet pillow pressed tightly between her thighs that lay motionless and silent on the bed next to her. How the fuck had he not noticed? Looking at the clock on her nightstand, it glowed with three h six a m. Laura pulled the pillow from between her thighs and shook Matt to wake him. No response. Matt, she called, three am.

33:00 You need to be going. No response. Remembering something of her first aid training from years ago, she felt for a pulse. Nothing fuck, she complained as she grabbed her cellphone and punched in nine to one one. So I hope you're enjoying this story? Part two? Obviously next week? What killed Matt? Is he dead? Maybe he's not? Was it?

33:34 Laura was it the mirror, Was it that strange spooky man. Or you'll have to tune in next week to find out, won't you, But until next week when we can get wild and bad all over again. And or it's with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in Wild, wishing you solacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story. Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view. You can find the links in this show's notes or by visiting wildibed dot com as Betts and in act