I have a secret to tell you. I am Salty Vixen. Salty Vixen is my brand; it is my pen name. It was birthed in England 18 June 2004 at 10:45PM , the night I was sexually assaulted, that was when I uttered the words "I was a Vixen in a Salty situation". But as time went on, situations over the years were thrown into the pot, I stirred it and created the character "Salty Vixen" that you all know and love.
Truth is, I have always been creative and a bit flirty. I can tell you back in high school, in band, I played the clarinet and I would look over at my crush and slowly take the clarinet out of my mouth, lick the reed seductively and rub the clarinet up and down with hand- the clarinet does teach a person who to do a proper hand job/blow job. I promise not many noticed.
Or once, while my crush was on stage, setting up. I was in the audience and wore a back skirt, v-neck red shirt & necklace with a charm to play with. I did the Sharon Stone Basic Instinct thing. Not sure if he or others noticed lol. It wasn’t that noticeable.
And there is more, stories someday I might say but for now, keep it quiet. Then again I don't fuck and tell ;). I will keep it mum.
But alas, I never dated in high school. Shame. I would have been fun!
Actually I had a band joke, that I made up a long time ago, here it is: clarinet does the hand job/ blow job. Brass teaches proper French kissing, percussion, good with their hands. Flute, how to blow and tickle. I played all of them so, that makes me a sexpert, eh? I joke.
Then I moved to England, I got to be myself with people I hardly know. I flirted, made out. Didn’t have sex, until I was sexually assaulted 18 June 2004… even then when it got to the point of full on sex, I stopped it and pushed him away- I thought about the one person who would have protected me if he knew that was happening (silly I know but that is what helped me).
Then I got married. My now ex-hubby was an abusive asshole, I don’t want to go into details but , he took sex away for so long as punishment (one of the many things he did), that when I began sexting, I was myself again. I was happy and forgot how much fun, flirty and seductive I am. Once that ended, I was pushed to my edge and couldn’t take it anymore.
Salty Vixen, although was born 18 June 2004, the personality is mixed between my “Polo” self, when I say “hello my lovelies” that is from polo era…from a polo player to be exact and the rest of the personality comes from when when I was myself again - flirty, fun and naughty. I missed that- threw it into a pot , stirred it and thus, the personality of Salty Vixen was born.
When I write, I get into character, I don’t have anyone in mind when I write. In fact a lot of my fantasies with a guy, is what I wish could happen when I someday find my Mr. Salty Vixen but until then, I write my stories , do my Audio Erotica : Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen.
Writing erotica is a way to become more comfortable with myself as a sexual person . I haven’t unleashed my inner Salty Vixen in a long time, in fact only one person has gotten to know my sexual desires, from texting…. Not even my ex husband knew (mainly because my ex was abusive and he hated sex. Seriously only one fucking position the entire time. LAME! I love role play, I love to try new positions. I had more fun in England, before the sexual assault, than I did with my now ex-husband)
It is also an emotional release. So I want to thank all of them, who pushed me to my edge to do my very best. Please pat yourself on your back or at least get some lube for some naughty fun ::wink :: ::wink::
As I say in my audio stories, I love to turn a man on. I love to get him to orgasm through my words. I am constantly thinking about a sexy hot story, which I post 2 Loverotica stories daily and Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen, Tuesday & Fridays.
And finally, it is a creative output and I have a thirst to be creative. I have to say I think I am good at coming up with hot fantasies. Since I am single. ugh.
With that said, here is a sample short story, for my listeners, to get an idea of my writing style:
I've been lonely, thinking about you. It's been so long since we've been together. I miss the smell of you on my skin. I miss the smell of sex in the room. The musky scent of sweat and bodies and lust and greed. I love that scent. It's unmistakable when you walk into a room where two people have had sex. It can linger for hours, days even. The smell can envelop you and welcome you. And it can make you want more. Much more.
I am so fucking horny. I want sex. I'm craving it. I want to be ravished. I want to be desired. Do you feel it? My skin is hot to the touch. My body wants your touch. It wants to feel your hands crawling up and down all over me. I don't want it sweet and gentle. I want it urgent and rough. I want to be fucked. I need you to fuck me. Will you? Will you give me what I need? Will you fuck me the way I want?
I hope you enjoyed my little story, my lovelies. I will link my Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen in the description box. (since this podcast is typed out, it is linked)
XOXO,
