Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “Lust & Sassiness with a hint of Spanking” Tell me, sweetie, why does the very thought of you turn me on? The thought of you having your cock warm and hard undulating between my thighs and thinking about each thrust brings that me pleasure has made me wet with desire. I bite my lip and pinch my nipple, a soft moan escapes my lips. Oh fuck, I want you so bad, I need you here now…
Do you want to slip a finger between my thighs and find my velvety wet clit? Let’s begin, sweetie.
Lust and sassiness. A heady combination to find in a woman. That is why you are always aroused when you are thinking about me. My naughty words turn you on and the very thought of the words I use, puts the image of me naked, licking and sucking your cock. Or thoughts of my double D tits bouncing when I am on top of you. Passion. Lust. Desire.
This makes it all-Exciting and Intoxicating.
Difficult to ignore, impossible to forget.
Don’t be coy. You know as well as I do that these attributes lend you power. Power to wield over others.
Power to wield over me.
Be careful though. Some of the flames that your feistiness stoke within you lack grace, lack restraint. At this very moment, you are burning with the animal desire to chastise me: to reign in my willfulness, to tame my hot-blooded passion.
You want to bend my coltish desires to your own.
You are picturing yourself sitting in a high-backed chair, no arm rests, with me lying on my belly, balanced across your hard thighs. You have already bound my wrists tightly together, and they lie helplessly against the small of my back. I am not blindfolded, yet. You don’t want to deprive me of any of my senses. You want me looking the world square in the eyes when I get my deserved reward. And you want me to be able to look back over my shoulder and see the satisfaction in your face.
You will lift my skirt slowly, so that I can feel the free air gradually pressing against my warm skin. Once my skirt is bunched about my waist, you will trail your fingertips up and down the backs my calves, steadily making your way higher, onto, and then between, my naked thighs. You are going to enjoy the contrast of your tanned hand against my creamy flesh. I will be wearing a lacy thong in black, the color that you always find yourself imagining me wearing. A thong will allow your hand to caress my bare ass. I love feeling the gentle caresses, the lingering pats, the soft clasps. You want my nerve endings warm and relaxed; You want the endorphins flooding through me before I receive my rebuke.
And then the firm crack of your palm against my ass, sudden, unexpected amidst the tender caresses. And then a second, and a third, and a fourth, the savage heat blooming instantly in my cheeks, my nerves shrieking, overloaded with brutally delicious sensation.
Then you will pause, to let me gather myself; and while you do, your hand will slip between my thighs once more and find the point where the delicate lace covers my heat. Will the flimsy material be moist yet? Will you feel the essence of my lust soaking through my panties and onto your skin?
Now the strokes begin again, even firmer than before, more than sufficient to leave the crimson imprint of your hand against the taut skin of both my ripe buttocks. Fuck, sweetie, you have branded me now. Marked me as yours. Subservient to your will, your lust, your needs.
The strokes will move lower, until each one covers the sweet spot at the bottom of my ass and the tops of my thighs. You want me to feel the sensations shuddering through my sex. You want me punished and wet and aching for cock.
And when I have received a dozen strokes, two dozen, three, you will pick my trembling, supine body up, lay me down over the arm of the sofa, and slowly peel the sodden thong away from my sex, drawing it down my thighs. And while I lie there, burning with sensation, aching with desire, I will hear the sounds of you undressing, Then I will feel your naked thighs slip between mine, feel your hands take hold of my waist, feel your cockhead running along my soaking cleft, feel it press its way inside my parted, greedy cunt as you enter you to the hilt.
Then holding me in place, you will fuck me to your pace, for your pleasure. And when you cum, you will withdraw, stroke yourself until you spurt streams of hot ecstasy across my burning ass, massage your creamy seed into my rosy skin.
So remember. My lust and sassiness make you difficult to ignore, impossible to forget. But they inflame the beast within me, as well as you, the man, I love to fuck.
