Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled ‘Taken”. Dear Sir, It is the flash of charcoal suiting that initially catches my eye; it is the detail of your cuff, the link, the starched white cotton around the strong wrist and large hand that causes me gaze to stray, that draws me along the path up to your stubbled chin, chiseled nose and molten stare.

But it is your thumb, gingerly and sensuously caressing, stroking, tracing the peaks of your lip, which sends a rippling surge through my spine, which sets the blush high on my cheeks, which leaves me breathlessly, achingly yearning to feel the maddening lightness of your touch.

You grunts your approval as I spread myself disgracefully wide open, my long lean legs hooking themselves over your muscular thighs, your cock, thicker and harder than I could have ever conceived now running along the soft strip of dark curls on the pillowy mound, now teasing my impossibly pink, smooth lips, now gliding through the velvet folds to the clitoris swollen, aching, calling, to the cunt hot and hungry and beckoning, to the cunt bright and plump and glistening, coating your throbbing shaft in my fire, in my juices before you selfishly, deliciously fills me to the brim, before you overpower, before fucking me hard, before you takes my tight little cunt as yours.

Yes, My Doctor, My Alpha Male, My Dom, Sir, how I wish your cock was in me right now. Thrusting. Hard. Remember what I told you. I don’t like sex. I like fucking. Hard. And you do it to the rhythm correctly.