Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Momento” At the day’s dark end, at its quietly lit beginning, all I crave, all I truly desire is passion, love, the one to embrace, the man to behold, his body to caress, skin to kiss, lips to trace, this soul to know.

Dear Sir, you haven’t listened to my stories lately. I am so horny without you, come back and cum to my stories, please? Let’s begin..

I want you. I want you.

No, I need you.

I need you here in this room, in my bed, between the sheets that caress my own nakedness.I need your sweat, your come, our libations to stain their lily whiteness, to leave that indelible and remarkable trace.

I need your cock, thick and hard and glistening, shining my lips, skidding across my tongue, sinking into the tightness, embraced by my velvet heat. I need your mouth, your lips, I need your kiss.

I need these walls to hear the deep timbre of your voice, your wanton words. I need these walls to record your sigh, your gasp, your groan. I need the bricks, the mortar to drink in your unique musk, your addictive scent. I need you soaked into the very fabric of this feminine space, onto my fair skin, into my aching flesh.

I need you. I need this. I need all of this and so much more. But more than anything, I need this place to remember, to release your essence once you’re gone.

I need the reminders, these erotic and sultry mementos to relive our passion once I’m alone.

Sir, I need you. So. Fucking. Bad.