Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Proxy’. Dear Sir, Kiss these lips.Feed them your flesh, your secrets.Whisper into them desire.The cravings you long for in the night….
I cave giving you a blowjob, do you want it? Let’s begin…
Tousled hair framing my down-turned face, rosy nipples erect, stockinged thighs pressed together, legs long and lean accentuated by stilettos, the gems on the tiny g-string sparkling in the low light. One arm hooked high on the wardrobe door, the other gently caressing my hip, I wait for the detached glass eye to capture my pose.
It is a poor substitute, this mechanical silver box, staring, gazing but never truly seeing the desire rising up from deep within and prickling my skin.
Orange light blinking, body momentarily frozen, I wonder if you will sense just how I ache for you presence, yearn for the sensation of you fingers trailing over my burning naked flesh, your large hand cupping my moist flower, your strong masculine body overwhelming me from behind, drawing me into your own incendiary lust.
On this steamy, airless night it is my only means to you, to your eyes, to your body hungry and needy. And on this night all I have is this feeling, this intensity, this moment, frozen in time, alone in my room.
