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Heads up 18+ adult erotic story below – this one is for the boys, enjoy 😉

Here is a short story I co-wrote with the podcast host Devlin Wylde. You can listen to the podcast episode here: https://open.spotify.com/episode/44xgQGKI9bvMOqxKvpmXSJ
Otherwise, you can read the original contribution that I wrote below.

(This is written from the point of view of the post cast host, I know you are not him, but just pretend that you are the voice artist of an erotic podcast that sends women into ecstasy every week with just your voice and you will seriously enjoy this story. — I love me a big hard dick to pleasure, so let me know if you got off to this story and leave me a comment below.)

Monday night, my favourite night in the sound booth and I was all set up and ready to record.  There was not anything out of the ordinary this evening, but something felt different.  There was a hint of electricity in the air – extra humidity maybe? There were thousands of eager listeners waiting for me, eager to hear my voice – for another story, another fantasy that only I could make come to life.  Thinking of all the orgasums my voice was going to release.  All that pent up energy, escaping moans and pleasure.  The thought of it thrilled me as my arms erupted in goosebumps, sending a shiver up my spine.  I took another drink of water, hit the go live button and started my introduction – when I felt something, someone, some sort of presence enter the room.  I did not hear it, I just felt it. Or was it always here?  I momentarily glanced up at the stool across from me, it was still empty.  Wanting to look behind me, but could not – I continued on with my intro speech and felt a feather light touch across my shoulder blades. Or did I, was it even there?  It was so light, so delicate, so feminine.  There it was again, across the opposite way, just barely touching me.  There was no denying it any longer, the presence was real – or at least right here in this moment it, no she, she was here.  

What was she doing here?  She usually worked late, lost in her projects with no idea what day or time it was.  Her ambition matched mine – something I did not ever think was possible.  For her to be here, right now at this moment would mean she had planned to be here. Her touch stopped and I looked up again to see if she moved, but the stool across from me was still empty.  I continued on with the beginning of the story, focusing on my notes as her touch returned.  Long nails started to very slowly trace up and down my back.  So lightly, gently, she traced and lingered her fingers over my back. Evenly her nails traced back up with more force this time and delved into my shoulders.  Grabbing them, rubbing them, massaging away the tension. She hit all those tense spots that I keep hidden away.  She always knew what I needed.  I read away, my voice growing even more deep and sensual as she rubbed away.  This experience I needed every week.  It was so indulging to pleasure my listeners as I was being pleasured.  She reached both of her arms down, dipping her hands down my chest.  Her breasts resting on the back of my head.  Her nails started to bite into my flesh, ever so slightly.  Reaching down my chest again she found my nipples, she circled them, dragged her nails gently towards them without pinching.  Just so gentle.  Poetry dripped out of her fingertips as she caressed my chest.  It was a treat to have her be so tender – to think of me and put my needs on priority. Up and back to my shoulders, up and over them, she dragged her nails harder down my back, making me arch my spine and groan the words out into the mic.  Up my back again and back down my chest, gentler this time.  Her hands were spread out on my chest, hot breath on my neck.  She did not say a word as she gently nipped at my ear lobe. Her lips moved to give me feather light kisses along the right side of my neck.  Her breasts pressed into my back as she continued to spread delicate kisses up and down my neck.  So slowly.  She was melting me with this delicate affection and all I could do was focus on the words I was trying to read.  Trying to think of my fans eagerly listening to every word, but I did not want her to stop.  

Continuing, she gently kissed my neck.  Up and down one side and over to the other.  Her long hair fell over my shoulder, completely submerging me, stealing any sanity I had left.  Her beautiful irresistible feminine fragrance was in the air, I knew she wanted me – there was no denying it.  My erection grew as she scraped her teeth over my shoulder.  Gently biting into the flesh.  She was taking her time seducing me, as she kept on biting along the top of my shoulder, up towards my neck.  Up one side and over to the other, her kisses grew hungrier, more lustful, just for me.  She licked, kissed and bit my neck and shoulders, she dragged her nails up and down my chest.  A shudder ran through me again as she pinched my nipples and bit hard into my neck at the same time.  I continued to become more and more aroused, focusing on the script becoming tortuous. Trying hard to not cut tonight’s episode short and take her right then and there.  Punish her for being so naughty in the sound booth.  The idea of tying her up, spanking her, making her scream at me for driving her to the edge of orgasum and then denying her pleasure had me stumbling over my words.  She would pay for this later, but she knew that.  That is what she wanted.  What she always wanted.  A man who had enough self control to be in control of her pleasure, just like she was in control of mine right now as I helplessly tried to keep focused.

She suddenly stopped.  I could not look around, I had to keep reading. But I had a moment to breathe, a second to regain some sanity before she completely pushed me over the edge and made a mess of the episode for the night. She knew it too.  Knew when I was at my limit.  Then I felt it.  Felt her again.  This time she was not behind me but in front of me, on her knees.  Oh God I was in a delicious amount of trouble now.   She began by running her finger tips ever so gently, so delicately up my legs from my ankles, up my shins, along my knees and half way up my thighs.  Was she really going to do that?  Right here, right now with thousands of people listening – she did not stop – she was such a bad girl, I revelled in it – in her – in this experience.  

Her beautiful fingers traced patterns up and down my thighs, teasing me, over and over again until I could barely stand it anymore.  I reached down and grabbed a fist full of her long hair, pulling it slightly.  She got the message and started rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants.  I took a breath as she started to unbuckle my pants, I raised myself up and let her push them to the floor.  I could have stopped her but I did not want to.  I reached down again with one hand, held her chin and stroked her lips.  Taking my thumb into her mouth she gently bit the end of it, swirling her tongue around it and sucking it entirely into her mouth.  My listeners would love to hear this story.  A podcast about sex while the narrator was getting pleasured would be such a good story.  She knew that too, she knew how to stir it up.  

Releasing my thumb and pushing my hand onto my hip she changed focus to my beautiful thick cock. It was free and fervently waiting.  I began to revel and wither under her delicate touch as she gently with one finger tip traced up and down my length.  Over and over again until I wanted to slam my cock into her beautiful mouth.  But I couldn’t – my hands were gripping the sides on the desk. Suddenly wrapping her hand around my girth she began kissing and licking the very tip of me.  My cock throbbed and precum dripped out as she continued to lick just the sensitive opening over and over again.  An endless conflict continued within me – she was taking the control I usually had and leaving me helplessly at her mercy.  

Her lips came up and around me, taking the whole tip of my cock into her mouth as she sucked the most sensitive part of me, driving me absolutely wild.  It felt as though I could no longer breathe as she continued her everlasting assault on the tip of my cock.  Just when I thought I could not say another word and my vision went blurry, she stopped.  Again letting me regain somewhat of my composure as I was able to breathe again and refocused on the words of my script.  For an instant I thought I was safe, but she had other plans for me.  The biting pain that can only be brought on by something frozen stunned me and made me choke on my words.  She had just touched the tip of my cock with it.  Just long enough to get me to completely stumble as the cold was replaced with her mouth feverishly sucking on my tip again.  I reached down and grabbed a fist full of her hair just to gain some sort of sense of reality again.  I felt her grin around the tip of my cock and let it bounce out of her mouth.  The chilled sensation was back again this time tracing designs ever so slowly up and down and all around my cock.  I gripped her hair tighter, pulling at it but it did nothing to stop or slow her down.  Whatever the frigid thing was that she was torturously dragging all over my cock was melting and dripping down my length and onto my balls. The cool run off got hotter as it slid intently down my cock. The tenacious ache replaced itself with her hot eager tongue as it licked at me hungrily.  Up and down, swirling around, she had not even put me into her mouth yet and I was ready to cum.

Surprising me again, she sucked my whole cock straight into her mouth, swallowing me whole.  God now I really couldn’t see the words of my script as she kept sucking at me.  Swallowing me, choking on me as she took me in and out of her mouth.  She moved her hands up and untwined my hand out of her hair so she could move more freely over and around me.  Her tongue swirled over the tip of me as my hand reached down to her neck.  I pressed gently as she took me back deeply into her mouth.  She choked on my cock as I pressed on her throat. When I felt her tears dripping down her cheeks and onto my hands I released her neck.  She took me out of her throat and sucked at the tip of me again, throwing me off balance again with a fresh sensation of tingles as her teeth began biting down the side of my cock.  I was completely losing any sort of comprehension.  This whole environment, the energy of my sound booth, the story I was reading, the smell of her filling my head I was not going to last very much longer.  

It did not end there, she was licking and sucking and biting down the side of my cock.  She gripped the base of it tightly in her hand and lined it up and down with gentle bites, sucking at the side of it, licking her way around my girth.  One hand began stroking me with feather light caresses up and down my shaft while she dropped down further gingerly licking at my balls.  The liquid from the earlier onslaught still dripped down them as she licked at the pattern of the runoff. Her light caresses turned firmer as she stroked me with more force, her other hand cupping at my balls, her tongue exploring.  Sucking each one, gently biting and nibbling at it as if they were delicious juicy ripe fruit.  

I needed to finish this episode. I could not keep this up, I was going to cum right into the microphone for all my listeners to hear.  I was helplessly trying to read and make any coherent sense of what these squiggles on the page said.  Totally lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure she relentlessly was prolonging for me.The story was coming to a close. The characters were so close to coming as was I.  Wanting desperately to kiss her, to feel her, to take her to as much ecstasy as she was taking me to.  Taking me to another dimension, I was on fire with need, a deep hunger ragged inside of me.  Her touch was electric as she ran her hand up and down my length.  Shifting again she raised herself up and I reached again to entwine my hand in her hair, needing connection.  Stroking her, pulling at her, desperate for release.  Her lips kissed my tip delicately over and over again as she brought another level of intimacy into our interaction.  The passion never fading as she loved me into oblivion.  When her lips opened and took me inside her again I fell in entirely.  She sucked my orgasum out of me – stars exploded behind my eyes, like a supernova expanding and contrasting – under her spell.  Undeniable passion erupts out of me and into her estuary.  Engulfing my pleasure she absorbed me and overworked my swollen length until it was as exhausted as it had ever been before.  It was an interplanetary experience where time zones crossed and blended, time mashed into a jumbled mess of nerves as I growled out my orgasum into her mouth.  My knuckles were white on the desk as I gripped it harder, god I was going to break it in half like some sort of ravenous caveman.  I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what to say to my audience.  My head slowly cleared as I regained composure and said the final parting notes and goodbye until next week to my listeners.  As I ended the podcast, another episode finished for the week, I looked across to the stool, it was empty.  The room was empty – except for the remnants of a single chocolate covered strawberry – with a bite taken out of it.  She was not anywhere to be found.  Maybe I had dreamt it, maybe she was never even there, the ghost of the woman I longed for … but her fragrance lingered in the air and … as I looked down at myself I saw the remains of her smudged lipstick on my shaft …