Your Hunger Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Your Hunger”.Dear My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir,, tell me what you want. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what you really want from me.

Don’t run. Don’t hide. Tell me.

Whisper into me everything you want to say, everything you need to say, everything you think you shouldn’t say.

Groan into me the thoughts that swell your cock; the desires that haunt you in the night, the cravings soft and brutal that scream to your hungering soul, the cravings you long to exact on my sweet and supple form.

Growl into me the passions smoldering, seething in your core, the bitter jealousy that taunts you from near and from afar, your darkness, your intensity, your overwhelmingly lascivious greed, the need driving us to desire’s primal edge.

Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want from me. Tell me; whisper, growl and groan for me.

Tell me, lover. Tell me, tell me, tell me…

My nipples are hard. Will you suck them, and will you cum all over my tits? Mmmm…. Let’s begin…

With one hand around my hip and the other traveling the length of my delicate back, you ease me down, your head crooked to the left, affording your gaze the opportunity to drink in the sight of my bare  double-D breasts , nipples instantly hardened as they make contact with the cool gleam of the wood.

But just as your fingertips leave the base of my spine, brushing the crevice dividing the cheeks you ache to grasp, kiss and taste, you stop, suspend your touch and the measured caresses, drawing back and away.

You retreat to pander completely to the voyeur inside you, to commit to memory the vision of the woman you have desired from a painful distance for an age.

To watch my body rise and fall, to listen to my breath – short, sharp, on the verge of tortured – to listen and watch and deeply inhale the scent of my bloom.

The body tamed and yearning and waiting, waiting for the moment you will part the slender thighs pressed tight and begin to finger the web of netting nestled against my smooth, dripping sex.

Waiting for the moment you rends that mesh without ceremony, overtaken at last by the urgency of your hunger and need to reunite our flesh.

The need to bury your naked uncut glans into my cunt so deep from behind your cockhead kissing my womb. Your balls fusing themselves to my plump, throbbing clitoris, so deep I will cry out, invoke the almighty, whimper your name and my pleas, so deep I will be possessed once again, reclaimed rightly as yours.

Taken back at long last from another, taking me back to every moment, every whisper and groan, every utterance and devouring kiss, every bond, every bind, every decisive thrust and perfecting stroke.

Every minute we have fucked like animals in heat, every hour we sensually attended to our love in the dark, every glide of your shaft, coated with my glistening come.

Every clutch of my cunt, dreading the loss of your lust, every drop of your scorched rain, painting my skin, every surge of your come inside me, inside me, deep, deep inside in the place where it belongs.