A Time for Change Audio Erotica Story By Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “A Time for Change” Warm breath grazing. Swollen pink lips.Opened flower petals.Dripping luscious nectar.Tongue tip exploring.Stirring inner fires.Body trembling wildly.Sweet juices flowing.Thirst drinking deeply. The taste of me.

Softly teeth brushing.Twitching crimson shaft.Rock hard sculpture.Chiseled from desire.Silken lips accepting.Coaxing forth eruption.Hips thrusting quickly.Thick essence exploding.Throat swallowing greedily.The taste of you.

Bodies together facing.Senses open expanding.Nerves alive burning.Feather touches tingling.Mouths meeting crushing.Tongues twisting mingling.Salty sweet sharing.The taste of you,The taste of me and The taste of us.

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Rose was reading a BDSM story written by Salty Vixen. The flush rising up her neck, her body tensing, and against her every wish, her cunt growing wet with each line in the book. As she reached the bit about tied to the bed and letting the Master use a flogger…she paused and took a deep breath. She was aroused. She closed her eyes, white light blurring her vision as thoughts of whips and chains poured through her mind. Then suddenly and arm was wrapped around her, a breath on her neck, and a husky whisper,

"Naughty little whore, aren't you Rose?"

Shock coursed through her body. How long was he there? Did he know she liked BDSM stories?

“I think it is time to try something new…”

Moments later, she was standing, hands held above her head, by rope, tied to the light fixture. She tugged at it a little, and suddenly felt a sharp tap on her ass,

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"Eh, don't pull on that, Rose. Not sure how strong it is. No matter, you won't struggle, will you whore?"

She stopped her tugging and turned, gasping when she saw him, her Matt, her love, her rock, standing behind her with a wicked grin on his face and a flogger in his hand. He swung again, harder this time, thwacking her ass through the cotton skirt. “No Sir, I won’t struggle”

“Good, Rose. BDSM is about control, enjoying pain and pleasure as well as dirty words. It is all good fun.”