Over the years people assumed things and never once asked how I felt. Nobody would ask me so I bottled up my thoughts and feelings for years. For example, there was one, I will call him Mr. hottie. I liked him in the 7th grade (I am saying this to those in the back so they can finally hear this once and for all!!!!, sadly so many, over the years, still think this ,[ & yes] has come up in conversation). In 8th grade he saved my life from a bullying situation (confession time: Nobody knew but the bullying got so bad I nearly ended my life. The dude hugged me and that hug made me realized life was beautiful and worth living for) , which Is probably why I was like a lost puppy following him around (he was a good person, and I am always thankful for his kindness).
I was bullied a hell of a lot and all I did was kept quiet. The bullying continued throughout high school and with internet, I was taunted by the same people for a period of time. Sad isn’t it? Nobody tried to get to know who I am. I know, talking about the past shit that nobody cares. Trust me if you knew my hometown, those who were bullied can still remember how awful it was for them. That is why a lot of us left and moved on with our lives. For me, I moved to Europe for a period of time. My biggest fear is , even as I continue to grow my brand, the cyberbullying will start again from that small few as a result, sadly, there are a few who still haven’t grown up. I just want to be left alone and enjoy life. That is what we should all be doing, supporting each other and enjoying life.
When shit hit the fan a few years ago, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was now divorced from an abusive ex. I remember when I told someone I am being abused and the person said “you are lying” said person and I were also sexting for a period of time, so said person didn’t want to believe that shit was going on. Funny isn’t it? Sexting era was perfect but when reality set in, I had nobody to talk to. I don’t want to use the world’s smallest violin right now so let’s get back to happy Salty Vixen.
Note, writing erotica gets me into a fantasy world. The sexting person, what I longed for, that didn’t get offline physical (although virtual sex was hot!) I was my happiest when we were sexting and chatting on a daily basis. I felt protected, I felt. All around- happy. I do think about the sexting era, wondering if Mr. mystery dude thinks about it as well. It was very hot. Especially the FaceTime virtual sex session we had . .mmm… (and my little TikTok videos are not directed toward anyone in particular – just me venting in general over shit that happened back in England, I was sexually assaulted 18 June 2004, I have seen that dude from the charity events I have been a Patron for over the years, so yeah, I remember the rich dude well & he remembers me. He apologized to me many years after it happened)
I felt our connection emotionally, spiritually, and perhaps physically (masturbating) ran deep and cannot be denied. Maybe I am crazy for thinking this, but I felt that we have both tried to deny it at one time or another, tried to hold back our feelings, our wants, our desires for the other, but we couldn’t do it that is why I had to end it . I knew once pandora’s box was opened, the rush of feelings were coming out (and they were at least on my end, deep. and in a way I still do care about him, that is what sucks with feelings- they never go away).
It wasn’t right given the situation we were both in at the time to continue after 2 years of this. So I do what I do best, I put my wall up and mirrored him, which means, we hurt each other, emotionally. I regret how it ended but, I knew nothing would evolve beyond that as much as I wanted to. He is like Mr. Big on Sex & the City to me (toxic relationship and so fuckin hot). I do get emotional when I think about it because, I never got to express how I felt and keeping feelings bottled up just fucking sucks even after years flew by. I wish we could pick back up before shit hit the fan–I know, in reality it can’t. However, I am human and my thoughts and feelings are valid- no more pushing them inside of me. The burden of holding these feelings and not being able to speak up has weighed heavy on me.
When we were texting (sexting), he was a great support, gave the best advice, but also the sexting, fucking hot! I am not going to lie, some of my early Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen, he was inspired. P.s. my thoughts are my thoughts, I promised to keep quiet and I have. But I am allowed to express how I feel. So don’t knock me on that. Although I have dated since my divorce nothing has been as hot as what happened. I still hope to find my Mr. Salty Vixen, that has full of fire & passion, to tame my sexual fantasies and desires- been hard as dating sucks in 2023 lol.
And to think if people got to know me back then, they would have known I am not that innocent 😉
So in my fantasy world aka mind of Salty Vixen, this is a fantasy I thought about didn’t happen in real life but if it did- fuck! Hot! And I know we would have had fire/passion in real life , as I said many times he was the only one who could tame my sexual desires. Fuck. hot. Anyway nobody has ever been able to do that, not even my ex husband (when we were married), enjoy the mind of Salty Vixen story, like I said, the following story didn’t happen but if it did, fuck. hot.: Why do I write this? My hormones are high and I am thinking of ideas for my Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen…. so there is that, again my thoughts. my fantasy. enjoy getting naughty with me 😉
I had been craving the feel of his cock in my mouth. He has the most perfect cock. I can’t stop thinking about it and I had texted him a few messages that hinted at this. As a result, HE could not stop thinking about my mouth on this cock either. So before anything else could be done, I dropped to my knees and took his already hard and throbbing cock deep into my mouth. He moaned, closed his eyes, and put his head back as I took his member deep into my mouth again and again. The position of me on my knees in front of him while he stood allowed his cock to hang at the perfect angle so my hands were free to explore other areas of his body.
I cupped his sexy ass cheeks giving me great control over his thrusting and we worked in a good rhythm together as his hips thrust against my mouth. He was gentle most of the time with an occasional thrust that allowed his cock to go deeper into my throat. He enjoyed fucking my mouth and throat until he could enjoy no more. He had to make me stop or he would cum and he was not ready to cum just yet. I was happy with this decision as I wanted him to cum inside of me.
He moved me to the counter and dropped to his knees as he buried his face between my legs in my wet, aching pussy. I had not realized how badly I needed this contact. It was not that I didn’t want sex, I ALWAYS want R, always. I just didn’t realize that I had NEEDED it too. This is what he knew I needed.
His tongue licked and caressed my clit again and again until I began to cum. He was fierce in his delivery of this act and I watched as his head moved quickly back and forth. Occasionally he would look up and we would make eye contact, a fierce desire in his eyes. The combination of his tongue and lips on my clit and his fingers deep inside of me, sent me spiraling into additional orgasms until I asked for his cock. He did not make me wait as he thrust inside of me.
Almost immediately the desire to cum overtook me. About this time is when I lost the sense of reality. I began to exist only in the moment. The only sensations I recognized where those that came to me through his touch. I moved my hips to meet his hips, I reached for his face so we could kiss, I started into his eyes that were always watching mine.
We changed positions so that I was leaning over the table and rubbing my clit while he fucked me from behind, again his thrusts and the sensation of his cock combined sent me whirling into orgasm. Every thrust filled me and every inch of my body shook with the pleasure. I moaned loudly, telling him to keep fucking me and how good his cock felt.
He had me climb onto the table so I laid flat on my stomach as he continued to fuck me from behind. The table itself supplied the pressure against my clit and I reached up and grabbed the edge so that my body was stretched out and my legs splayed to the side as he held my thighs. Still completely in the moment as only he and I existed, I moved my ass and hips to match his thrusting and he must have liked how I moved my ass because he commented on it several times encouraging me to keep fucking his cock and to cum.
I flipped over after a while still lying flat on the table, this time holding the edge down near my ass so that he could pound me hard as I placed my legs up onto his shoulders. Then I moved back and he climbed on top of me and fucked me hard on the table. His moaning and pace quickened and I thought for sure he had cum but when he climbed off it was only to change positions again.
I was spent at this point. My body was covered in sweat and my breathing was heavy. The orgasms that I had had were deep, they were so much more than a surface physical orgasm, but a transcendent experience, a way for me to release all of the negative emotions as well as enjoy the positive feelings. I was exhausted and ready for him to come. I got down on my knees and sucked his cock for a while getting him ready to cum once again, then lay on the floor so that he could climb on top of me.
This position, typical missionary, with me wrapping my legs around his ass, tends to break his resolve, and he comes quickly. We had been fucking for probably an hour at this point, so it was time for him to have release as well. I clenched his cock with my tight pussy and urged him to come. He did and the relief and pleasure it gave to him as he exploded deep into my body was evident.
We lay side by side on the floor as we recovered our breathing and his cum dripped out of me. I marveled at this experience as I did not think I would have an orgasm this time, especially not as many (I totally lost count as they continued on and on) as he gave me. Nor did I expect to have transcended into such a marvelous place, a place where I did not remember or think of where we were or my life. The only thing I was aware of was him. The only thing I cared about was him. The only thing I wanted was him. He gave me everything I needed in the moment. It truly was a transcendent experience. As stated, this is just a fantasy story inspired by the hot sexting /virtual facetime sex we had. Writing about it alone has caused me to soak my underwear for this hot fantasy.
Not going to lie, if this happened in real life, I know it would be full of fire and passion but since it won’t happen in real life, this is just a fantasy in the mind of Salty Vixen. and I like my fantasy, don’t you 😉
