Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Do you feel my words, Doctor?” Dear Sir, the Doctor, my Alpha Male. You are the only Dom for me. You love the excessive attention I am giving you, don’t you? Yes, constant validation, power and control, praise and recognition, adoration and obedience.
All words that describe you, Sir. Yes, at times, you have power over my thoughts and desires and other times, I get the flogger and put the cuffs on you and make you kneel for me and make you lick my pussy until I cum. Oh yes, I love the power struggle we have…..and the mind fucking continues tonight with thoughts of you naked, during my solo dance…
So tell me, do you feel my words, my Alpha mate? Let’s begin the story.I am lying in bed in the dark, staring sightlessly at the ceiling I cannot see anyway. I am lost in thought, in memory, in longing. I feel the blankets bunched at my side by my tossing and turning. My body has warmed them, and in the darkness I pretend that the heavy warm pile is instead his body, warm and heavy with sleep.
I nestle closer to them... to him. I close my eyes and I can feel his breathing, in perfect harmony with mine, each catch of my breath a catch of his. I begin to slowly caress my own body, pretending that my hands are his, conjuring fleeting ghost hands on the ends of my own fingertips...
He tangles his fingers in my hair, tickle my cheeks with his butterfly kisses, kiss my lips and my throat and my neck with growing passion.
He takes my breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and their soft warmth, squeezing them gently, teasing my hardening nipples with his thumbs, rolling and pinching them between his work-roughened fingers. I sigh, a sound filled with passion and longing, as he touches me.
His lips find my nipples, his tongue strokes them and stokes the fire building in my body. His mouth is hot, burning, enflaming. I cry out, and the noise is swallowed up by the night.
Slowly, deliberately he turns his attentions to my stomach, drawing fiery lines with his tongue down, down to his destination.
I thrust my hips toward him, begging for contact to my most secret and sensitive place. His fingers brush my thighs, and I shiver with expectation. He kisses my stomach and my thighs and finally, finally parts my aching, dripping womanhood. I moan gently, as he swirls his tongue in my flowing nectar, dipping into me and savoring the sweet musky flavor. I arch my back, burning for his touch.
Each lick and tickle and nudge of his tongue sends sparks through me, and I'm closer to coming than I want to be... I just want this ecstasy to go on forever. But still, he insistently licks and suckles that sensitive pearl, and soon I'm coming in waves and floods. Stars twinkle, sparks fly, and it isn't so dark anymore.
I lay still, afraid to move, what if he isn't there anymore? Then I feel a warm chest pressing into my back, hands gently stroking my breasts, a stubbled chin on my cheek, and I am reassured. I also feel his rod, hard and ready, and I turn to run my hands over it and kiss it.
"Now... I am ready...," I whisper to him, and he nods silently and kisses me. He pulls me around so that I am lying on him, then in one deft motion, flips us over so that I am under him. I am giddy from him: his smell, so masculine but with a curious sweet tang to it, and the warmth of his body all around me. I look into his face- tanned skin, dark hair, deep hazel eyes, almost green with passion.
Then he kisses me, and through the fog of my desire, I can feel his hardness at the entrance to my womanhood, and slowly, carefully, he enters me. I moan with pleasure as he begins to thrust into me. I rise up to meet him with every downstroke and soon we are doing the most rhythmic and ancient of dances.
Too soon, his strokes become erratic and faster, and I am hard-pressed to meet his tempo. He shudders and comes. I can feel the heat of his seed inside me, and I come, too, clenching around his spent rod. We lay still for a while, gasping from out mutual release.
He rolls off me and draws me close to him, whispering in my ear words of love and fidelity. We drift off to sleep, together.
And when I wake up, he is still there.
