Postcard from a Lonely Room Sensual Audio Story | Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Postcard from a Lonely Room” Dear Sir, The thought of you, guides my body to the floor. Persuades my flesh to bathe in the bright. Compels my fingers to feel, touch, caress. Sways. My hips to grind deep, groove right…

I want to lick, suck your cock. Please come in my mouth. Let’s begin..

Lover,

I can hear it. I can hear them.

Even as the world beyond begins to wake. Even as the soundtrack of the new day winds its way into the space between these four walls.

The silent cries of the tangled sheets of snow yearning to bear the marks of your ravenous lust.

The low moans of the mahogany borders ready to consume our sweat and screams and molten heat.

The disappointed sigh of a bed that aches to feel your imposing weight, your dominant touch, your crazed desire for supple flesh.

I hear their longing and I feel it, understand it, in my body and blood and bones.

And when I do, I wish you here with us all once more.