Welcome to another episode of Bedtime stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “I am Ready”. You stir the fire in my soul, awakening my deepest desires, my heart yearning to be heard, my eyes searching for the truth. Your comforting arms to hold me, protect me and keep me safe. Your voice so warm and tender, every word etched in my mind and stored in my heart.
Your touch, igniting my passions, caressing me with your loving whispers. Your kiss, a raging storm, enshrouding me in your thunder. Your passionate love, sweeping us away where time stands till and utter ecstasy flows. I close my eyes, my heart and soul consumed by you, my lover, my friend, my soulmate...You...
This story is all about a woman’s solo touch. Masturbating. Can you imagine me doing that, Sir? Let’s begin…
I wake up most mornings really aroused, wishing I had a big cock to climb up on and start my mornings right. As that’s not an option I head to the shower. I take care of the necessities first, washing, rinsing, taking time usually on my breasts, pulling on my nipples just a little. They’re so sensitive sometimes I think I could cum just from that, but I’ve never stuck with it long enough.
I wash my hair and condition then shave my long legs. I love the feel of freshly shaven legs. I’ve grown into a routine of shaving morning and night most days so I can feel smooth in the bed too. After this, I rub oil all over. I think this is the secret to nice, soft skin, oil on my legs, up and down, on my arms, shoulders, across my belly, all over each of my breasts. It’s warm from the warmth of the shower and my hands. Tugging at my nipples with the oil feels almost like a mouth, though nothing truly compares.
By the time my hand finds my pussy, I’m quite ready. I’m wet outside from the water, inside from my own touch. I admittedly I like the feel of my smooth pussy lips, especially right after shaving. I rub them and even roll them between my fingers, pushing just a little to feel the beginnings of the sensitivity of my clit.
Pretty quickly I spread those outer lips apart and begin running my middle finger up and down my slit, slicking up what’s already wet, enjoying the feel of my own hand, grazing my clit. Eventually I won’t be able to take it anymore and my thumb will begin pressing on that little nub, massaging, pushing, circling, in varying cycles and speeds. From time to time my middle finger and maybe another will push deep inside my pussy, although I don’t necessarily need that to reach my goal.
By now, my breath is quickened.
My other hand has found my nipples and rolls each one, not gently, in rhythm with my clit flicks and massages. I want to cum so badly now. I can feel it building, waiting for just the right time to explode. I pull away from time to time, allowing that build, knowing the more I foster, the better it will feel. At this point I’m imaging any number of things, from someone in particular, to his amazing cock, to how wonderful his tongue will feel on me. I long to suck something at this point too, however unattainable the option may be.
If I’m not alone in the house I hold back with my words and my moans, instead taking deep breaths to keep my concentration. If I am alone, I’m moaning, uttering broken sentences that may include “Fuck me now,” “Yes!”, “Just like that”, “Please let me cum baby, Please?”
Finally, I will feel the pressure, the tingle, the rise of all things indescribable from my nipples to my clit to my toes and into the top of my head, feeling like everything might just explode all at once and not caring if it does. This is when holding back is sometimes not an option, when I must release at least a moan, sometimes a scream of pure, authentic pleasure.
This is my release, what keeps me sane during my day. And now that I’ve written it, I may just have to have tonight as well. You know what I mean, masturbating to the thought of you, my Doctor, my Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir…
