Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “I want All of you” Dear Sir, Words are not enough. My words are not enough. They pale in the face of yours, in the face of you.
They are small, paltry, shamefully inadequate. My mind, it cannot tame them, it cannot craft them; it can no longer articulate the excess, the intensity, the passion that threatens to consume, to corrupt, to craze.
All that remains, all I have left is my body. This flesh, this blood, this bundle of nerves.
This body. My body.
The body that writes my desire. The body that longs to speak its own language, its truth, that aches to merge its nakedness with your own, that begs for your possessing touch, that calls for your seductive kiss, that screams for your sweet invasion, that seeks to know you, know of you, about you, as it has known and written of no other.
Tell me, do you want me? Let’s begin…
Tell me the truth. What is it you want from me? Really want? Just say whatever is inside you…
I want to know you. All of you. Your body, your desires, your mind. Your heart. Your soul. The man.
I want to fuck you and make love to you. I want to indulge you in every way you can imagine, in all the ways my own passion can conceive.
I want to kiss you; I want to kiss your mouth, the strong line of your neck, the deep, smooth hollow of your hip. I want to kiss your cock; I want to worship it, taste you, savor your entire body with my lips and my tongue.
I want to caress your body in the dark, my hands touching, tracing, discovering each muscle and tendon and wiry curl, these fingers skimming, teasing the softness of your skin.
I want to drift off into my dreaming with your nakedness wound into mine, your breath on my neck, the beat of your heart on my back, your cock nestled between my cheeks.
I want to wake in the night and find you there beside me, in the place I always long for you to be. I want to rouse you from your slumber with my breasts pressed into your chest, my sex sliding along your thick, hard heat.
I want to wake with you, watch the sun rise with you, kiss the points where the sunlight meets your golden skin. I want to inhale your scent, committing it all to memory so I can recall you an instant when you’re not here.
I want to talk and dance and walk with you; I want to laugh and sing and eat. I want to listen to your voice, the accented rumble that leaves me weak.
I want to be still with you, hushed and quiet, allowing my body to speak, allowing this body to tell you of the passion that has been taunting me for the past two years.
I want to hold your hand; I want to press myself in close, your fingers traveling their instinctive path, your palms finding their home in every curve of my slight frame.
I want to possess you in the open, for all eyes to see; I want you to take me, fuck me until I cry out your name, until my cunt releases the flood, until you fill me with your searing cream, until this body divides and just as quickly unites, until I can no longer count the time I have spent at the edge, in the rays of your blinding light.
I want to have these walls drip with our sweat; I want them to absorb our heated libations. I want them to soak up our scent, the sweet musk of our come, the passion consumed and yet forever consuming.
I want to be free, I want to be bound to you; I want to touch you with my warmth and affection. I want to be free; I want us both to be free, unafraid to open ourselves to this feeling.
I want to submerge myself in you;
I want to explore with you.
I want it all with you.
