Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Sweet, Sweet Kisses”. Being single in 2023 is tough. Dating sites are awful, and most of us are alone. We all need human touch. As for me, All I do is fantasize about the perfect man, the one who makes me blush, who gets me aroused and just by the sound of the voice, getting an orgasm though a hug. Yes, that did happen once and I wish it would happen again....
Do you want to be the man of my dreams? Let’s begin….
Your moist breath moving against the nape of my neck; a gentle dip of skin with sprouting curls that coil over your fingers. My hair sifts through your fingers like copper pennies on the sidewalk gleaming under the heat of the July sun. Your arm fits under the shelf of my breast & you claim the roundness in your palm. I am blushing as the bloom of my rosebud grows. Your lips melt to my skin like a wick to a candle consuming the burning ache we create.
Slow burn now as I turn to face you -- gazing into your eyes, I drown you in the undertow, returning each kiss to you as you breathe against me. Noise escapes you as my hands run up the sides of your shore to claim your face in between my hands. I nibble & suck on your lower lip, drowning you into the depths of rising heat passages burning your cheeks pink.
A slender finger over your lips now and a mischievous tilt to my eyes -- you make great effort to quiet your breathing. the window is cracked with moonlight seeping in & the candles we have lit around the bed glow twilight amber, casting a warm headiness around the room.
"my love -- you go away from me tomorrow to another state -- we must make the most of each other tonight" -- repeats like a mantra in your head. I whispered those words two days ago into your hairline, getting us ready for what comes tonight. each of us thrown into this melting pot of burningly curious minds waiting to unleash & open the gates of this rite of passage that we now face.
I am to you what no one else could ever be. I am the split half of your heart. My body is a mirror of your own -- I am a reflection of yourself & your soul. You are worshiping me like a shimmering accolade.
I am wearing a nightgown of violet with straps as thin as angels' breath. there is a scant spreading of lace over the enclave of my cleavage -- You stare into the depths, loving everything you see. I stare at you intently as I have this way of looking through you as if staring into a mirror -- our faces reflect the same passions of desire -- you are floating free in this pool of passion that we are creating.
Your hand is now lingering on the expanse of my inner thigh. You are casually -- as if almost absentmindedly -- stroking the fur of my sex & making me squirm in the process. our lips tangle together & we exhale a gentle puffing of breath.
My forehead is pressed to yours & you hear my thoughts form. You take my hands & i stand in front of you.
You wrap your hands around my waist and pull me close, telling me this is okay -- kissing my forehead. You tell me with your eyes that you think I am beautiful while your fingers paint goosebumps up & down my arms. You kneel in front of me, taking the hem of my gown -- letting your fingers travel -- watching me unravel & slowly release my body from the confinement of satin. you raise the gown over my head & we press our skin together -- naked for the first time.
You touch my cheeks to feel the slight imprint of a burn there from me blushing. You always know how much you make me blush. & we press noses together -- letting our nervousness free in a fit of quiet giggles. our fingers interlace & you back up until your knees buckle & give way to the bed. I am lying on top of you & my hair tickles over your face - Our hearts are beating fierce. I move my head to kiss your neck & our bodies fit together like meeting angles -- locking the last piece of the puzzle in place.
You roll me over so that I am on my back. My breasts are like perfect vanilla scoops of ice-cream with cherries poised at the top. there is a sprinkling of honey-colored freckles brushed over my shoulders & you play connect-the-dots with your lips to my skin. You bounce over my freckles, kissing where one ends and the other begins. I have my eyes fixed on your head & lips kissing me. My skin smells like the warmth of vanilla & sunshine mixed.
Your lips graze lower into the valley of my trembling belly.
My breathing becomes a shallow pond. You kiss my navel, running your tongue over the gentle indentations -- a circle complete. My fingers lace into your hair as your head descends lower. Your lips jump like a fish from thigh to thigh -- Your tongue traces the patterns of my curves -- the flaring of my thighs and hips. a sharp intake of breath as your lips plummet into the silk of my sex.
Your tongue finds the gleaming pearl nestled inside. You find it tucked away like a shy little rose. Your tongue swirls round & round & dances to the rhythm of my hips & the tug of my fingers in your hair.
Your hand parts the swelling mouth of my sex & your fingers fit inside me so that I are riding on them. I am like an anemone (opening & closing) pulling you into the deep blistering of my tides. we move together & I wind my legs around your shoulders. Your lips & fingers become the driving force of the palpitations grinding against my chest.
I count the stars that spark across my eyes...10, 9, 8…I smolder like a lit match...7, 6, 5…My pleasure devours me beginning like a bending wave starting at my toes washing over my flesh...4...3, I burst like firecrackers claiming the night sky -- red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple -- a rainbow passing through...2..1...then meltdown commences -- souls rise up & mix -- hips twisting -- simultaneously moving, we eclipse -- falling into each other's skin.
