Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Ready for you”. Dear Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir, I’ve been so fucking lonely, thinking about you. It's been so long since we've been together. I miss the smell of you on my skin. I miss the smell of sex in the room.
The musky scent of sweat and bodies and lust and greed. I love that scent. It's unmistakable when you walk into a room where two people have had sex.
It can linger for hours, days even. The smell can envelop you and welcome you. And it can make you want more.
Much, much more.
I crave you. I desire you. I lust after you. I am cock obsessed. Can I play with your toy, baby?
I need your cock now.
I am so fucking horny. I need you to rub my pussy for me, will you, Doctor? Let’s begin..
My pussy is ready for you.
I run my fingers absently down my belly and in between my lips.
I do this frequently, without thinking.
You find it amusing. Sometimes if I spend a little too long probing, you will ask me what I am doing.
My standard answer is adjusting my ring. You know better.
I slide my fingers back between my lips, turning the ring as I do, so the bead hits the head of my clit. Then they continue their descent through the slickness and back up again.
I bring them to my nose and inhale.
Sometimes, most times, there is virtually no scent.
But tonight there is the heady aura of want.
Of need.
Of readiness.
You come toward me as if in a dream, fluidly.
You kiss my neck, run your tongue around my ear.
My hand reaches down and grabs your hard shaft, feeling it's silken smoothness sliding through my hand like water.
I turn my head and kiss you hard, biting at you.
My pussy pushes toward you and in one swift movement you flip me, legs wide, and enter me, slowly.
I feel every inch as you slide forward until finally you push hard and your body is connected to mine, tightly.
Sharp. Strong. Bliss.
