On This Winter’s Nighty- Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “On this winter’s night”. Dear Sir, I am bound, bound by your gaze slicing through the night, by the sapphire glow of this desire, by the carnal need stripping my slight body bare.

By your thick hard flesh taking me to our very edge, bound by the strong hands on my hips, by the sweat pooling in my back, bound by the fire we exhale into the winter’s dark, bound by the deep softness of your kiss in the aftermath.

Kiss me, Sir.. actually FUCK me, on this cold winter’s night… let’s begin…

As the rain lashes against the window on this blustery night, you survey me, the woman before you, your eyes caressing the pouting flesh of the creature who has tortured you with my desires, who has inspired a hunger and frustration foreign to you until now.

While you ache to reach out and take hold, your body shivering, your thick uncut meat throbbing as the pungent scent of our mutual arousal fills the room, you restrain yourself.

On this night, there will be no giving in to me. Not easily or swiftly, at any rate. For on this winter’s night, you long to hear the confession of my own desperation, yearn for the sweet, whispered appeals for your weight, your skin, your kiss, your cock, your come.

Once I surrender myself with the very words that drew you in, once the fevered need rises up and breaks over your supple form, once you know beyond a shadow of a doubt my tight little cunt is flowing the nectar most craved, you will scale the metal barrier and join with me; arms snaking, hands exploring, mouth devouring, possessing, partaking and worshiping with your entire being….