Me, Mine, Yours Audio Erotica Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Me, Mine, Yours”. We are part of a Rhythm Nation, do you agree, Sir? Always speeding up and slowing tempo, continuing stroking to the rhythm until we reach the crescendo, then release the coda and let the juices flow like a river.

You like that thought, don’t you Sir? Oh I know you do…

I always belong to you, and you know this Sir in my stories and in dreams.. oh Sir, I am curious, do you think about me during the day?  Let’s begin…

You reach around and grab my pussy, cupping it in your hand. I squirm against the firm pressure, willing the flat surface of your hand to create that pleasurable sort of friction.

My hips rock back and forth in your embrace, but your grip remains solid; tight. I can feel moisture from my arousal make its way to your palm and between your fingers–so locked against my tender skin.

You squeeze a bit, and the lips of my pussy rub tauntingly against my clit. I gasp and rock forward again, hoping to increase the sensation.

“Mine.” You said. There is no question, it’s a declaration.

For now–for right now in this moment–I’m happy for it to be yours, Sir.

You keep your grip and press me even tighter against you. I feel wrapped up. Possessed. Consumed.

You are passionate and raw–greedy with lust, you surround me, making your claim. I look from the hotel bed to the mirror–I see us locked in the embrace, my back arching against your form. You, tan against my pale skin. Contrasting corporeal entities; hard and soft.

I sink into you, your hand still firm and solid on my pussy. It is only when I turn myself over to you that you begin making small motions with your hand.

“Surrender, Salty Vixen… Surrender.” You softly say to me. Damn, you voice is so fucking soothing.

What a man you are, What a mighty good man  you are to me. I fucking love you, Sir…

And so I do as you say, I give in.

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I might be in trouble with this one.