Gaze-A Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “Gaze”. Dear My Doctor, My Alpha Male, my Dom, Sir, It is the caress of your lips as we begin to wake, the seductive scrape of your beard along the curve of my back, the glide of your mouth chasing the streaks of the sun and the marks of our passion sinfully spent in the dark, the touch trembling, stilled by the heart, by the breath, by the woman softly, quietly, rising and falling, the flesh hard and oiled and throbbing plunging into the aching depths of the forbidden, sinking into the velvet embrace of the craved, of the unknown.

It is yours I imagine; it is yours I crave.

It is your gaze, furtive and dark, voracious, unflinching, penetrating, I see reflected back as I stand before the glass slowly unveiling my nakedness, your molten eyes devouring my every detail, my every move, the zipper sliding, the clasps released, the fitted skirt, the satin shirt a tangle at my feet, my shoulders shrugging away the straps, these fingers easing down the lace to reveal the crimson peaks you hunger to take between your lips, my hand cupping the sodden covering my sex.

These hips grinding, my mound mashed into this palm, this sensual dance inflaming the ache, intensifying the need to tease away the fabric fused to my scarlet flesh, to have you drop to your knees between my legs brazenly open wide, to have your body marked in my scent.

To have your mouth lap at the smoothness of my dripping cunt and the clitoris throbbing, pulsing, longing for your deep tongue kiss, to have you taste me, drink me down, to have you drive me to the screaming edge, to have you against me, buried inside me, to have you possess me with a softness then a violence neither one of us can resist.