There Are Days Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “There are days…” Dear Sir, With your gentle touch, you soothe, seduce, you captivate. With your urgency, the force of your lust, you hold me in your palm, immobilize, pin me hard, this woman a willing captive in wait.

Dear First Dom, how have you been? Tell me, what is your favorite story? Let’s fuck. I mean let’s begin…

There are days where words are simply not enough, days where my voice falls silent and short, where my mouth craves a unique expression of its lust, where my lips and tongue yearn to mark and inscribe with the hot liquid language of my desire.

There are days where words are simply not required, days where my skin seeks out your flesh, sweat and come, my fingers trailing the path of their want, my legs enfolding the form of their passion, my heat fusing with the lover of my dreams.

There are days where words are simply not important, days where my body calls to hear its own truth, where I long for the sounds of our grinding and thrusting, the echoes of cries guttural and soft, the music of a dance beyond measure.

And then there are days, there are nights, there are weeks, where words of the sweetest perfection live simply in your gaze, in your touch, in your kiss, in your speechless presence and breathless ardor.

When I was asked today why I write erotica, it is because I love the thrill that you know I write it and you know you are the inspiration for my stories.