Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Marking Territory. Dear Sir, you know what I want. My thoughts and desires written from the voice within. Now you can read or listen to the thoughts of a Salty Vixen.
Hunger for your love, Hunger for your touch, My mind, body and soul Yearn for you so much. To feel your fingers upon my face, I can’t wait for us to embrace. When your lips entwine with mine, It sends shivers throughout my spine.
All I can think of is the next plateau, And how far are we willing to go. The feelings I feel, I’m well aware, I’m in love with you…I declare. The words I write, I write for you, My love for you I know is true. I hope one day that you will see,You have these same feelings for me.
You are the only one who could make me orgasm by the sound of your voice. What do you think about that, Sir? you always have that effect on me… let’s begin..
I push you down to your knees and pull your mouth against me. You shove your face into my cunt and lick at me, eager, desperate. I let you thrust your tongue into me, hold you hard against me, shove my hips towards you, your movements insistent and rhythmic, I close my eyes and relax into you.
You kiss whatever part of my body you can reach, your lips and tongue caressing my skin. I feel you angling to get back to my cunt.
“I’m going to mark you,” I tell you softly.
You nod against my leg.
“Yes, please Ma’am.”
You lean into me, turn your head to kiss my thigh, rub your cheek against my skin.
I rock myself against you, concentrating.
You wait but can’t keep still, turning your face into my thigh, my cunt, licking at me until I push your head away, your tongue and attention distracting me.
Finally, a tentative stream trickles warmly over your cheek, your shoulder, you make a sound and turns your face into me. I feel you licking at me, trying to catch the liquid in your mouth, I pull you closer against me. The stream is stronger now, and I feel you swallowing, your mouth and throat working, desperately trying to make a seal against my cunt, sucking at me.
You drink from me, I am inside and all over you, marking you as mine. I have to concentrate so as to not be distracted by your mouth on me, trying to get inside me.
When the flow slows and finally stops, you continue to lick me, seeking to stay connected, I stroke your head gently, holding you against me. When I step back I feel your disappointment, your loss.
I lean down and look into your doe eyes, you meet my gaze, your breathing audibly strained in the silence, a slight moaning in the back of your throat communicating with me, you are so close, so impossibly close.
I kiss you gently, I am thinking ‘Mine’, but I say nothing.
