Welcome to a different episode of Bedtime Tales with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Hiya, Physician” Expensive Sir, I really like to observe you breathe.The rise and fall of your torso, its regularity typically stalled and spluttered by the race of your phrases, your rush to specific your self. And all I can do is attempt to focus on your phrases after I would fairly be kissing your lips and smoothing the stutter of your breath to sigh and launch. I need to really feel your tongue held between my enamel, to breathe in your gasp as my cool fingers snake below the material of your shirt and ripple over the heat of your pores and skin.
I need to make you need me as a lot as I need you.
I need to flip your breath ragged with want and really feel its heat towards my physique, whispering over my breasts, jagged towards my internal thighs and panting feral towards the again of my neck as your physique covers me and your cock fills me.
Till then I watch you breathe and picture kissing the comfortable internal pout of your lip.
Have you learnt why you’re my thought muse? Since you gentle a hearth in me. No man has executed that since… let’s start..
I provide myself to you; on my knees, taut, shapely buttocks raised in direction of you on your delectation. My elbows and knees press down into the crisp white sheets, sheets pulled tight throughout the marital mattress, sheets that we’re about to defile. Why is that this acquainted, Physician? Oh sure… from our sexting relationship. You had entered my dreamfinal night time, as my want for you continues to be very sturdy… or it it my feelings of being lonely? Both manner, makes a sizzling story!
You questioned the knowledge of my want after I introduced it virtually breathlessly throughout our telephone name three days earlier than. “I need you in my mattress,” I pouted, in that tone I do know this unleashes the beast inside you, as my phrases of fuck unleashed your animal want inside you, to masturbate for me and present me how a lot milk got here out of your stunning cock. Oh, Sure, Sir, that turned me on so fucking a lot.
But you questioned it nonetheless, and solely partly out of concern that we is perhaps unexpectedly interrupted. The prospect of taking me right here smacks of some sort of sacrilege, despite the fact that you’ve got already helped me to deprave my vows a dozen occasions…and yours too. It’s an habit. Fucking. Sexting. The need that by no means goes away, even when it ended due to the fun, am I proper, Sir?
I need it, and also you need me …
so that you give up to my lust and your individual, with solely the briefest shudder of conscience. There’s guilt ready for you down the highway a methods, however for now, it’s forgotten within the sight and the scent of my pleasure.
I’m bare however for hold-up stockings with deep lace bands, and the briefest of briefs. You have got a predilection for panties that cowl all of a lady’s behind, clothes that serve to protect the thriller somewhat longer, that will let you unveil me at your individual tempo. What I’ve chosen to put on for you this afternoon …
I would as nicely not have bothered.
A finger width of fabric descends down from the slim waistband, cleaving my cheeks in two. The dainty triangle of lace and cotton that factors upwards to fulfill the thong barely covers the fleshiness of my freshly depilated vulva. My crinkled rosebud peeks out from behind the strip of cotton, taunting you with its taboo presence. I look whorish, a Salty Vixen, simply the best way you prefer it and, and the sight of me reduces you to little greater than a slavering canine and that turns me on.
I cup my head in my fingers, fingers straying absently by means of the luxuriant locks.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me arduous. I need you to make me come screaming.”
You may inform within the languid wafting of my hips, within the silvery stain that darkens the middle of the fabric obscuring my cunt out of your gaze. You may inform within the fireplace and the starvation in my eyes as I look again over my shoulder at you.
You might be already bare, your stunning cock arduous, proud, unbridled. You deliver the burnished glans towards me, urgent my panties into my cleft till the cotton is sodden, till I’m gasping, till I’m wriggling and urgent myself again to fulfill me, as if I need you to penetrate me by means of my thong itself, to tear the fabric aside with the drive of your want for me.
Attempt ease the soaking cotton apart. The great thing about me unveiled intercourse makes you pause.
“Fuck me!” I say once more, imploring now.
We fuck, have intercourse, kiss and cuddle and can’t cease swimming by means of this sexual of sea of ecstasy. Even if you find yourself inside me You cease, so you may go down and suck on my wetness. Even if you find yourself inside me, I cease, so I can take your cock into my mouth and moan and drive you completely fucking loopy with want.
We’re foreplay and intercourse and submit coitus all rolled into one fiery ball for hours upon night time hours.
Uncovered, my rosebud tempts you with the promise of forbidden pleasures, of tightness and warmth and darkness the like of which you’ve got by no means recognized with me. But I need you to defile me, to defile this place held sacred inside the bounds of my marriage, and since my cunt was promised solely to him, you thrust into it and take it on your personal.
Do you continue to fantasize about me, Sir? I do as you’re my intercourse thought muse….