Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Lover, A Question”. Dear Sir, when your gaze finds me, travels along my naked and yielding body, the flesh arched and aching and hungry only for you, what does it see? What do you see?

Do you see a woman worthy of the lips that speak your true intentions?

A being in step with the intensity of your complex passion?

Do you glimpse in her the free spirit also in need of your arms and their embrace, the skin and heat that feel and taste just like home?

A body, a soul, a mind, a heart, a sweet and wanton cunt deserving of your sensual kiss, your ragged breath, the cock, the thrusts, the grip, the molten come that will mark her indelibly as yours?

Tonight, it is raining because of the hurricane. My mind is devoted to you. Let’s begin….

Your lips, lover. Yes you, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir…

Where will your lips begin?

With the sunlight softly kissing my thigh?

With the delicate swell sheathed in the sheer midnight lace?

Your hands, lover.

How will they bare their craving to touch?

The creamy skin instantly warmed by your seductive caress?

The lean line of the belly you ache to trace and map and mark as your own?

And your flesh, lover.

What of its burning want and its need?

For the slick, sultry depths silently calling for your hard thick cock?

For the one who craves to be taken with such force the sweat pools in the small of my back?