Think these thoughts, Sir Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Think these thoughts, Sir”. Dear Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir, when I imagine you here, I can almost feel your lips tasting the indigo sunset straight from my bare skin.

I can almost feel your hand replacing mine between these thighs. I can almost feel your thumbs circling the yielding softness above the stocking tops.

I can almost feel your finger tracing my jawline with a subtlety that leaves me struggling for breath, before you tilt lightly my chin to feed the hunger blistering my tongue with your kiss and your burnished flesh.

I can almost feel your shaft thicken and harden in my delicate palm, just as I can almost hear your body groan the syllables of my name.

I can almost feel your knees easing my legs wide apart. I can almost feel your beard marking each trembling curve and hollow with the gleaming fire from my sweet cunt.

When I sit here watching the day’s fading light, I can almost feel every stroke, every thrust of your savage need, every cry from my own body as you take me, as you fuck me with your carnal darkness.

I was talking about you today with a mutual friend, oh the memories of you still holds strong in my mind, you know this, I wonder, do you think about fucking me? Let’s begin…

“Dear Salty Vixen, I want you to think of my cock, deep, pulsing nakedly, marking you.” Is what you, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir texted me today

Oh yes I will think about your beautiful cock as I do every. fucking. day.

Tell me Sir, do you know or even sense that I can think of little else?

Can you feel the way my body aches at the mere suggestion of your naked flesh, nothing between us, the promise of our fusion, the primal hunger for your seed filling my cunt, dripping from my womb, streaked hotly across my lips and tongue and blushing skin?

Do you know or even sense how I crave you and this possession as no other?

Can you see the need that wrenches me from the peace of my sleep and dreaming, forcing me to prematurely greet the day, spreading my thighs, arching my back, leading my hands to impatiently and crudely tug at the satins, the silks, the laces, my bare need exposed, my luscious sex gaping, desperate for the completing thrust of your hard, thick cock?

Oh, Doctor, do you know or even sense that this one thought, these nine words, have overtaken my erotic imagination and yearning so absolutely? I know you wonder this, baby and now you know. You are always on my mind and I wonder, how much do you think about fucking me, Salty Vixen?