Out in the Past-Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Out in the Past”. Dear Sir, I woke with you on my mind, with the vision of your body hovering over me, with the urge to feel our warm nakedness entwined in the low morning light, with your heated murmurs on my neck, your beard tickling my breasts, with your eyes firmly locked on mine.

I woke with you in my body, with my flesh reaching out for your all, with our aching desire igniting my skin, with our yearning to merge inflaming my form, with your slippery hardness sinking right in, your lips tracing the curve of my mouth, with your seductive moans crashing over us both.

And as I woke with you on my mind, in my body, in my thoughts and sensations sultry and sweet, I wondered if you did just the same.

I am sexually frustrated. When will you fuck me? Hard? Let’s begin…

You stalk me in the night, in the hour of the wolf, rising up out of the past to taunt me, to inflame my irrational desires, my unyielding obsession for you, my hunger for possession, for the rough kiss of masculine flesh, for the hands that will pin me to the frame with the slightest effort.

For the fingers that will part the softness of my thighs, for the burnished glans that will fill me and fuck me so completely, so savagely I will cry out, curse your very name, my body releasing the flood, my cunt clutching, coming hotly over your naked cock, my juices flowing over your shaft, saturating the ebony suiting, my scarlet nails digging, drawing the blood on your back, marking your flesh with the passion, the hatred that courses even now through the woman shattering the dark silence.