Want. Crave. Need. Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Want. Crave. Need.”. Dear Sir,  I wanted it all. The possibility, the promise, the risk. The pleasure, the pain, the complexity. The body of strength, of weakness, of beauty exotic. The sweet laughter, the scars, the luminous soul. The fucking, the sex, the making of love.

The light-hearted banter, the debates deep and raging. The words, the silence, the sound of you coming. The man, the master, the lover, the whore. The wordsmith, the artist, the poet. I wanted it all. I want it all still. Yes, Sir, I fucking want you. You have no idea how much I crave you.

Sadly, it can no longer be. And so the want is left achingly wanting. Until it fades out of mind, out of body, out of sight.

Tell me, Sir, why did you break my heart? Why can’t I get you out of my mind?

I want, I crave. I Need your sweet perfecting touch. Let’s begin…

This gaze doesn’t leave mine for a moment as takes me again, your hands on my hips, on my fair, shimmering skin, guiding me out of the kitchen’s darkness, away from my moment of respite, pressing me back into the golden lamplight, into the cold stuccoed arch.

But it isn’t the unforgiving chill of the wall that curves my back, that has my fingers grasping, clawing, that compels my body to seek out your hard, masculine flesh, that sends a violent ripple clear through me.

It is your touch, hot and heavy, insistent on my neck, my breasts, the flat line from my abdomen to my naked mound. It is your mouth, feasting off the lips bruised by your kiss, feeding off my hungry, seeking tongue.

It is your imposing body, kneeling before me, wordlessly demanding my desire, my passion, silently possessing me as you plunge two rough digits into this slick and greedy velvet, fingering, fucking, crooked to find that gloriously maddening spot, your tongue intermittently lashing out, raking over my clitoris, your forearm tense, giving its strength, its speed, its sweet brutality, your fingers thrusting, fucking, fucking me hard, fingering me harder, your eyes calling me, commanding me to obey, daring me to defy, your eyes, your fingers, your body, your thick and straining cock needing my fire, my libations, my blistering glisten, my moan, my scream, the hot pool of my come.