Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Possession”. Dear Sir, how can it be your carnal masculinity turns me on my head so easily? How can it be the anticipation of your touch leaves me shivering, aching wet?

How can it be the yearning for your flesh compels these legs to rise up to heaven’s edge? How can it be the desire for your body to slide along, between, inside this velvet heat reduces me to a whimpering mess?

How can it be, lover? How can it be?

How can it be the thought of you shatters this woman so absolutely?

Doctor, I wonder if you still think about me? Considering you see my name everywhere…. Let’s begin..

Mark me with your lust, brand me as your own. Use your hands, your mouth, your voice to tell the world I am yours.

Nip, nibble, bite, skin and flesh milky fair. Grab, take and possess, print, map, trace the blushing signs of your frenzied passion.

Kiss me deep, kiss me long, bruise my lips, exhaust my tongue. Fill me, fill me, fill me to the brim with your searing cock and come so creamy.

Spread me open, stretch me wide, plunge, plunder, conquer, divide. Dive right in, dive right down, nudge your tip, drive your shaft into the wet, warm softness achingly awaiting your fleshly invasion.

Thrust and stroke, stroke and thrust, fuck me hard, fuck me slow, fuck this clutching flooding cunt that is your very own.

Sign your name, engrave your hunger, etch your yearning on me now, on this body, on my body, on this day, on this night.

Oh Yes, Doctor, I fucking want you so bad. Will you possess me?