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Devils Feather: An Erotic Story of Passion & Seduction

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A dark, atmospheric dance studio, where shadows play on the walls, and the air is thick with anticipation. This is where our story unfolds, a tale of unexpected erotic desire and powerful seduction.
A raven-haired beauty with Mediterranean flair glides around the floor. Her dance class has just ended, but her fiery spirit and passionate nature keep her moving long after the students have left. Lost in the sensual rhythm, her every move a testament to her strength and allure.Yet in the distance, one of the fathers of her students, has returned to drop off a forgotten outfit. He steps into the dimly lit room, only to be captivated by the sight before him. The electricity charges the air as he watches her dance alone, her body swaying in a way that is both hypnotic and sexy. Each turn and twist draws him deeper into her web of seduction.
Unable to resist, he finds himself entranced by her performance. The shadows seem to dance with her, creating an almost mystical aura around her figure. Her movements are fluid, each step a blend of grace and raw, unbridled passion. The very air around her pulses with a sensual energy that calls out to him.
Sensing his presence, she turns and their eyes lock. A silent understanding passes between them, a shared recognition of the erotic tension that has been simmering beneath the surface. With a knowing smile, she approaches him, her gaze never wavering. She takes his hand, guiding him to a chair in the center of the room.
The boundaries between them blur, the line between student and teacher, parent and dancer, dissolving in the heat of the moment. Her dance becomes a silent conversation, her body speaking the language of lust and longing. He is powerless to resist, drawn into the intoxicating dance of their burgeoning passion.
Each tantalizing movement brings them closer to the edge, the atmosphere charged with electricity. Her touch is light yet commanding, her fingers brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She forces him to confront his desires, to acknowledge the powerful attraction that has taken hold of him.In this moment, nothing else exists but the two of them, locked in a dance that is both deeply erotic and profoundly intimate. Hercontrol is absolute, her dominance a thrilling revelation. He surrenders to the sensual spell she weaves, the boundaries of his world expanding to encompass only her.
This is more than just a story of seduction—it's a celebration of the power of dance, of the magnetic pull of attraction, and the irresistible allure of a woman who knows her own strength. Join this scintillating tale of desire, and experience the tantalizing dance of passion that will leave you breathless.
Prepare to be captivated, to be drawn into a world where every movement is a promise of what could be, and every glance is a whisper of forbidden desire. Don't miss out on this erotic adventure—immerse yourself in the sensual world erotic dance, and discover the dance of seduction that will ignite your imagination.

Duration:: 32m
Broadcast on:: 23 Jun 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

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On this episode of erotic stories from Wild Embed, a seductive and sensual listeners' fantasy, he watched her from a distance, just a face in the crowd. Her moves as she danced, the sheer carnal delight of watching her glide across that floor, seductive and alluring, enticing him further into his desires. But now alone at last, hidden by just the shadows, could his devils further become his erotic reality? Hi, it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild Embed. Your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger-licking fantasies. So we have a listeners' fantasy this week, yes. A full story, no doubt. They titled it the devil's feather. I don't know if you're aware, but this is a Turkish phrase. It means a woman who stirs a man's interest without realizing it. She unwittingly causes sexual arousal. Now, this is a very seductive story, and they much focused unusually from the male perspective. So I do hope you enjoy it. And if you want to hear your fantasy right here, then you send it in, Devlin, at wildembed.com. Then let's do our best to turn your carnal delight into a reality. Now, I hope you're laying on your bed. You loosen those clothes, your earpuds are in. Now, just go ahead and close those pretty eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice, conversing over your body. And when you're ready to submit to pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep breath, and hold it for a moment. And then release it with a sigh. Letting go of any tension, any stress. You have decided, for the next 30 minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your time to release that in a passion. As you feel my voice going with you, as you immerse yourself in today's story, it started off innocent, doesn't it always? Just a regular day where I scan the ads looking for something for my daughter to do after school. Somewhere to channel her creative spirit, something to help me bring a bit of femininity to her upbringing. A topic I am lost on is a single dad. Something catches my eye, an after-school dance academy. Yes, that would work, of course. Seeing the website listed, I visit it and browse this site. Images of two twos and smiling girls assault my eyes. I look for a class schedule, gritting my teeth against the assault of pink. I just find a number to call instead. A woman answers. Her voice is sensual and does not match the pretty pink vibe from the website. I tell her what I am looking for. An after-school class that channels creativity for young girls. She suggests a creative movement class on Fridays at 3.30. Next in take starts next week. Friday dance class comes, and my little one is jumping with excitement to the door. The studio glass and doors have made a frosty glass to let light in. But no one can see what is happening inside. The place is a buzz of energy of young girls dancing around, and their mothers sitting on the benches alongside. Ballet bars line the mirrored walls, and professional spotlights beam down pink and purple lights from a bus. Suddenly a woman appears in front of me. I didn't notice her approach. She is small and petite and curvy. All I can see are red lips moving. I am already captivated. I realize I am staring at her lips and she is speaking to me. I lean down a bit and ask her to repeat what she said. She waves at me to follow her into the office. She closes the door to the noise of the crowd. And it is as if we were in a different world. My senses fly to high alert as our scent wraps its way around me. She tells me her name and introduces herself. It's a sultry voice from the phone. Like a rookie dad, I didn't buy dance clothes for my daughter to wear, but this sexy dance teacher has come to my rescue. And passes me some pink stretchy clothes for my daughter to change into, smiling at her. And taking one last deep breath, capturing her delicious scent that does nothing but make my cockpake. I reluctantly leave the sanctuary of her office and immediately become engulfed in the sensory overload outside. Week after week, this torturous tanger resides. I show up on Fridays. I watch from the sidelines. My cock jumps at her as she demonstrates the moves, hardly daring to blink on these days. I can't bear to miss a spin, a twist or even a pointed toe from the curly devil's feather. Her flexibility of letticism and endurance turns me on like nothing has ever done before. She has no idea that she has my sexual interests, that she was the one who made my cock so hard. Fridays become tortures. I am cemented into this one-sided burning slow dance. Her feather always tickling at my self-control, daring me to come onto the dance floor and strip that lycra right off her sensuous curves. Some weeks, a rapsker would cover her and others. She would let me have a full view of her delicious ass. Always she wore red lipstick and I always wanted those lips wrapped around my cock to leave her signature emboldened on my swollen length as all good things must come to an end. The final dance class has come and gone and I still had not made a move to relieve the itch pulled on by my devil's feather. I walked with grudgingly to the studio one last time to return the costume. It was getting later in the evening, but she had insisted that it would be fine to drop it off, entering the studio. Instead of the pink, girly attack on my senses, something very different greeted me. The lights were out. It was dark except for one spotlight in the center of the floor. It was gone with the pop hits and a deep, sexy seductive beat rang out from the speakers. She was there and the music called to her to move her hips. Her arms up silently dancing her way around with a ghost of a partner. She did not hear me into the studio. I am sure of it. She was captivated in her moves as she swayed those hips to the sound of the meat. I watched for a while from the shadows. Out of sight and out of reach from her arms for now. She twirled herself, her arm extended. Fingertips so close to just begging at me to touch them, captivating. Needing so badly to stop the temptation that the devil's herself has kept burning for the last few months, I reached out to take her hand in mine. With a touch so gentle it does not start or hurt. With the whisper of a kiss on the back of her hand, I drink in her intoxicating fragrance before I pull her back. And she spins into my arms, wrapping herself around my torso and dances around my body. It immersed in her passion as if she starved through a partner, moving without bodies pressed together as one. My hands encompassed the curves of her hips, my fingers pressing up and down her hips as we moved together. The graceful movement presses on my aching cock. I gasp before I press my hips forward, letting her feel my burning arousal, my need for her, my head drops as I let my lips linger on the side of her nail, consuming her passion, letting her sensuality veil my mind with lust. The tip of my tongue crafts warm, wet circles. They trace up and down her skin. Her back arches in a beautiful response. Her breasts push forward, inviting to be touched. Engulfed in my desire, my fingers explore the curves of her hips a further to cup her beautiful breasts, well, and heavy in my hands, needing more. My fingers move higher and twist her nipples into their grasp. She arches again as a slow, deep moon escapes her lips, as if she could finally breathe at last. Staying there with my fingers working at her nipples, rolling them gently between finger and thumb, cupping her breasts and squeezing them tightly, pulling her closer as I whisper along her neck, telling her how sexy she truly was. And my cock had swollen for her all these months, how I wanted to devour her body with my hands and lips, and make her submit to me completely mine. Suddenly she twisted away from me and disappeared into the shadows, stranded again with the ache of the itch that has never been scratched. She came back, dragging her chair, leaving it alone in the center of the spotlight. Again, she tormented my desperate need as I watched her disappear into the shadows once again. Suddenly my heart leapt and my cock twitched as she crept behind me, and let her fingers into wine with mine before she slowly pulled me into the spotlight. Her gaze was burning with passion as she locked onto my eyes. Reaching the chair, she gently pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit down. My cock strained in my pants. Desperately I tried to adjust myself, but knowing I would never get comfortable sitting here fully dressed. Her smile radiated a promise of denied pleasure as she drifted into the shadows once again. The spotlight burning up my eyes, blinding me to anything but that harsh light, and my devil's feather, moving across the floor. From the darkness her touch came again, a fingernail slowly dragging across the top of my shoulders, accentuating my desire as it moved on my arm. Inged by torturous inch, it dragged my lust across my stomach to the hem of my shirt. For the longest moment she pulls just there, as if orchestrating my desire for the finale I was so desperate for, without warning her touch was consumed by the shadows, leaving me alone with my frustrated passion, entranced in the beat of the music, engulfed in the bright light. From the edge of the darkness her foot appears from nowhere, in a graceful arc as it stalks by the sweet curve of her calf, hypnotised my eyes surrender and followed the line of her leg down to her painted white toes. From the confines of the shadow she slowly emerges, radiating into the solitary light. My gaze cannot help but fall upon the gyration of her hips, as they move seductively to the beat. Her hands caressing those beautiful curves. My mind awash with thoughts of those hips pressed against my already burning cock. My lust forces my gaze to follow her hands, as they slide slowly up her feminine curves, before teasing at the hem of her shell, exposing her beautifully turned flesh as a low guttural moan escapes my lips. My craven lust forces my hand forward, my fingers tremble as they trace up the curves of her thighs, lingering to hold her hips as she pulls her tank top off over her head. My eyes devour every single inch of her curves. Discarding the top into the shadow, she brings her hands to cut my face, holding me still, the warmth of her breath so tantalizing close, as her eyes raise holding my gaze, the intensity of the passion burning between us suddenly intensifies. Slowly her eyes trace a line down my face, that electric gaze caresses my lips. The tip of her tongue teases from between those beautiful lips. Its movement promising the hint of so much pleasure, tormented with the urge to lock our lips together and taste its growing passion. But my sweet devil's feather does nothing to satisfy my craving, of course. She just looks and licks her juicy red lips before dropping to her knees in front of me. Of course, her fingers press along my thighs. Her thumbs etching a circle around the tenting in my pants, before tormenting a single thumbnail along my material covered need. Again, her eyes fix our mind. The fire of passion within them engulfing me completely as her fingers release the buttons of my shirt. Slowly from the bottom up, her finger now tracing a delightfully slow and painful line over the plane of my stomach. As if tracing the aching in my cock even higher, briefly she pauses as her nails discover my nipples, pinching them gently, she forces a moan from my lips. Suddenly her gaze releases me from this torment, turning as she stands. Her thumbs press under the waistband of her skirt, easing it slowly over the sensual curves of her round ass. The solitary light caresses those curves. The desire to have her overwhelming any sense. Vailing any inhibitions as my cock leaps at the side of her, unable to resist my hands reach out, grasping her hips as I pull her back, feeling her body upon my lap. The urge to be inside her consumes my mind. The thought of her cherry red lips around my cock. This need to fit work completely in every orifice. Frustrated by the last barrier of the clothes I wear, her skirt drops to the floor as she braces her hands on my thighs and holds herself up. The curves of her delightful bottom, just a moment away from landing on my cock. My eyes fixate on the black lace of her panties. The seductive motion of her hips, the globes of her ass consuming my desire, knowing the heaven that lays just beyond. My cock is tortured beyond what I thought was possible. I groan with the first caress of her body as it presses her sweet flesh onto my aching need, grinding against me as her hands reach back and gently run through my hair. My fingers move up to grit those hips as they move in that beautiful rhythm. I growl into the scent of her hair, whispering of my need being teased at the point of desperation. She turns, those red diffel lips spreading into a smile as the tip of her tongue caresses them once again, torturing me more than any bondage. My body shudders as her hands press over my stomach, releasing the last buttons of my shirt as she explores my chest. The whisper of her touch over my erect nipples sends a bolt of a lightning through my body, forcing the arousal to swell through every cell, more than any fantasy I could imagine. Her breath brushes my ear as her hands slide over my shoulder, pressing my shirt down over my arms, before catching it gracefully in her fingers, under dawning it like a matador's cape. She pirouettes, sliding my fabric over those delicate curves entranced by the swing of her body. My arousal burns with a fire inside me, hotter than I could imagine, straight from the devil herself. Turning her head, she glances over her shoulder, winking seductively. Her body turning to face me. She eases herself down slowly. Her fingertips trace from my feet, tucked my shins over my thighs, expertly avoiding the bulge in my pants, easing up my sides to my shoulders and down my arms, stopping only at my fingertips. Gently, our fingers entwined as she painstaking slowly stands and draws me up with her, standing before me. She slowly swathes her hips from side to side, as she drops lower and raises herself up again, her bottom pressing out, luring me further in, tantalizing me, beckoning me she turns and reaches for the front of my pants. Eagerly, I beat her to the chase, kicking off my shoes and doing my pants, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to one side. She watches me with one eyebrow raised and the cockiest grin on her face. She stands there for the longest moment, just taking me in, her eyes caressing every inch of my body, inspecting her prize. Stepping forward, she eases her finger towards my chest, gently pushing me back onto the chair, sinking into the shadows once again. The sounds of pleasure mixed into the beets from the speakers and dronces me further as I wait once again for the satisfaction from my devil's feather. By Anisha returns to the spotlight, slowly easing herself along the floor, cooling ever so seductively on all fours. Over to me, she stops just between my thighs, looking up. The look in her eyes moving between torture and pleasure. The caress of a lace bra is fringes kissing along the inside of my thighs as she crawls her way up my body, moving herself until she straddles me, tossing her hair out of the way. She brings her lips close to mine, the warmth of our breath burning together, as she stares into my eyes, her lips just a breath away. I want to take her hard and fast, need to touch her to kiss her, but her enchantment keeps me still, unmoving, terrified that a touch would shatter this illusion before me to fuck. I wait with agonizing anticipation for her next move, her lips move closer to my ear, her breath brushing against me as she whispers. I've been watching you, watching me for months now, waiting for you to make a move. Would you like to make a move now? Needing nothing else from her. I move my hands up and caress the sides of her face while my lips seek her as gently devouring them. I'm going to hear her hands dive into my hair, pulling at it as her hips ground into me. She was still wearing my shirt as it cascaded around us enveloping us in a veil of passion, kissing her deeper, my tongue tracing along the edge of those red lips. I berate the kiss to tell her that she was such a tease. Her finger comes up to my lips to silent my protest and then travels down my neck to my chest and traces around the edge of my nipple. Her other hand scooped down and swept her panties to the side. She pinched my nipple and rubbed her thumb over the head of my cork, teasing my pre-come-soot opening, before placing both of her hands onto my shoulders and continuing the slow dance on my lap. My cork strings up to meet her. To make contact that sweet hot spot, she keeps rubbing over me, brushing her pussy lips over the tip of my cork, circling it gently. The brush of a wet desire kissing my cork. Fueling me, I need to feel her completely hot and wet. Her pussy burns closer and closer, and yet so out of reach, aware I need to be. The hint of her caress wheeling my cork higher. The promise of the pleasure waiting just beyond my touch. She tosses her head back, her long hair falling down over her back. She rears her pelvis forward and finally impels herself along my length. Her lips stretch tightly around my girth, massaging every inch. As the tip of my cork kisses her pussy walls. The sounds of her deep, slow moans resonate through my body, forcing my cork to throb harder, moving her hips in such a beautiful rhythm, willing my cork deeper with every move, surrendering to this passion. My body yields as my hips rise to meet the rhythm of her body. The transfer of pleasure as it caresses down my cork. That warm kiss of her juices sliding over my balls. Every movement so delightfully slow. So deep and intense as my body is consumed by this woman, holding my face, our lips meet again. Hungry to taste each other, our tongues in twine. My fingers slide down her back, cupping her ass tightly as I pour her forward, wanting to feel more of her seductive addiction. To share our pleasure and melt into our satisfaction. Our lips parted, her eyes once more, burning into my age. Her pussy squeezing my cork until I could control it no more. The rush of my orgasm rose through my legs, tormenting my cork as I tried to hold back. Until that shared moment, we could both indulge. But she leans in, her breath on my neck, biting me gently, she whispers, "Come for me." And I was lost. She pressed down one last time. The grip of her pussy forcing my cork to explode. Unable to resist, I reached down and paused her breast free from the cups of her bark. My head dips lower and bites on a nipple. Sucking it tightly as my cork continues to pulse, wave after wave of orgasm moves through my body as this beauty tenses against me. Her own pleasure shuttering through her as she moans my name and cascades into orgasm. Consumed by our passion, we melt into each other for the longest time, immersed in this moment as we stay entwined. The warm glow that mues between us, holding us together, never wanting to leave, knowing that no one has ever loved me better than my sweet devil's feather. So, I hope you enjoy that. So until next time, when we can get wild in bed all over again, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devlin Wild wishing you delicious dreams. (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (gentle music) (upbeat music) - Okay, round two, name something that's not boring. - A laundry, a book club, computer solitaire, huh? (upbeat music) - Ah, sorry, we were looking for Chumba Casino. (upbeat music) That's right, ChumbaCasino.com has over a hundred casino-style games, going today and play for free for your chance to redeem some serious prizes. 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