Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “You are Mr. Arousal”. I want to feel your fingers in my hair. Feel them entwine themselves in my silken tresses. I want to feel them grip firmly, commanding, drawing me back towards you. Feel my naked body arching, convex and concave at once, as I yield to the force, as I yield to you. I want to feel the fingertips of your free hand tracing the gentle curve of my spine, from the nape of my slender neck to the point where my waist flares, becoming the curvaceousness of my hips and my ass. Feel your eyes upon me, burning with desire, committing every exquisite detail of my form to memory.
I want to feel the velvet heat and wetness of my sex, of my lust. I want to feel the flood of wet excitement between my thighs and feel me quivering, sweetie....
How much do you think about fucking me? Let’s begin…
I confess: I’ve been thinking about fucking all day. Thinking about fucking you. But you’d guessed that already, hadn’t you? You’d felt it instinctively? There’s no need to be coy, no need for pretence. I know that you had. With every salacious word you deliciously read, you knew precisely what was on my mind.
That’s OK. I want you to know what I’m thinking. I like it. Because I enjoy picturing you at work, or queuing in a store, or relaxing at home when you recall with sudden, certain clarity all the sinful, lustful things I’m thinking about doing with you, doing to you, knowing that my cunt is plump with need, wet with desire, and no matter the setting or the circumstances or the company, all I can think about is your hard, thick cock filling me, fucking me, taking me.
I’ve been thinking about how your arousal turns me on, When I imagine us touching, you brush against me delicately, not as hard as you want to or as surely as you will - but I can only think of how it will feel to be wrapped up in you, to bend to you, to feel your breath as you speak your mind. I dip my head and turn to face you, a body full of want.
Does knowing that arouse you? Is your cock hard? Does it tempt you to touch yourself? Thoughts about you constantly arouse me. As I think about you, my fingertips are over the coverings of my breasts, allowing them to slip down between my trembling thighs. Is the urge to reach orgasm growing within you right now?
Tell me, do you want to fill my aching cunt with your seed?
Let it build. Surrender to your longing, please. Make desperately brittle excuses if you have to, but find yourself some secret place where you can be alone with your thoughts, where you can abandon your control, yield to your needs, explore and excite and plunder your glowing nerve-endings with your knowing touch.
What will you think about when you cum?
I am greedy. I am horny. I can’t get you out of my head. Oh yes, sweetie, the thoughts about you masturbating to me, the cum pouring out of your cock- so beautiful. So delicious. These thoughts always invade my naughty mind. I know how much you want me as I want you too.
I know you want to see me squirming over you, the two of us naked and slick with perspiration atop rumpled cotton. You want me to look down and see your thick cock buried within the oiled, silken folds of my cunt. See my fingers stroking my full lips, and your hard shaft thrusting between them; see my fingers frantically stirring my swollen clitoris as my orgasm approaches like a thunderous wave. When I climax, conjure the sensations of your cock pulsing within me, as your cum pours forth to coat my most intimate flesh.
Yes, I confess: I’ve been thinking about fucking all day. Thinking about fucking you.
So tell me: what have you been thinking about?
