Salty Vixen
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About Salty Vixen: Entrepreneur. CEO. Author. Actress. Former Model. Influencer. Recording Artist. Mother. Deep Thinker. https://www.saltyvixenstories.com - more stories and my daily erotic audio stories.
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Welcome Home-Dedicated to my lover by Salty Vixen
Kate stood from the kitchen table and walked towards the front door after hearing his car pull into the drive. The day had been long, and hours of masturbation had only awakened the wanton woman within. This would be one welcome home he would remember for a long, long time.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Secret Agent by Salty Vixen
Callie stood on the sidewalk staring up at the mile-high glass office building, trying to swallow the pounding of her heart in her throat. People weaved around and jostled her small form, a few of them swearing, most of them just giving her a quick, annoyed glance before hurrying on. So this is New York, and I’m officially insane.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Morning Glory by Salty Vixen
It's 6am. I wake and stretch, looking over at your naked sleeping body with a smile. Your delicious cock hangs exhausted, contrasting the strength it showed only hours earlier. I toy momentarily with the idea of waking you, but dismiss it--remembering the activities of the night before. You must be tired! I roll out of bed slowly, so as not to jostle you, and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my teeth while I wait for the water in the shower to heat up, smiling in reflection of the previous evening. I step into the steamy shower and sigh as hot water cascades down my body soothing away the kinks of the night.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Without Words by Salty Vixen
He sat in his customary corner booth, his eyes as dark and shimmery as sealskin. He had been staring at me for most of the evening, making me feel uncomfortable, yet curiously aroused. His skin was the color of olives fresh from the vine. I was certain he was of Mediterranean heritage, perhaps Greek.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
The Spy Who Loved His Wife by Salty Vixen
James de Walden settled comfortably into the oxblood leather wingchair and crossed his gangly legs. He gave the other man what he hoped was a helpful, expectant look. It had been so long since he'd actually come to a 'meet' himself, he'd decided not to pass it on to a junior officer just to assure himself that he still had the knack. Especially as this was clearly an internal matter.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
A Naughty BDSM Bedtime Story by Salty Vixen. Content Warning.
The darkness encasing her eyes had become a sanctuary. She could hear him every now and then, but only faintly, then what seemed like hours had only in fact been minutes. Her senses depraved, the concept of time diminished.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Lesson Number One- Light Bondage Story by Salty Vixen. Content Warning.
I could see him approaching the door through the window of his upstairs apartment as I scaled the old creaky stairs out back. He is just beautiful, I think, before blushing and looking away. My heart is pounding and I'm feeling so nervous, but I don't want to further add to my embarrassment by letting him know how I feel. I'm such a control freak. I am here for a lesson in submission, but I am controlling my emotions before I step across the threshold…
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
The Kegel Facts by Salty Vixen. Content Warning.
I have amazing kegel* control. In general I have a very muscular body, and the kegel is no exception. With no other movement or thrusting, I have been able to make guys cum from my kegels alone. My gynecologist has gotten in tug-of-war matches with it, and that poor little woman nearly lost an eye.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
Satisfaction-A Spontaneous Sex Story by Salty Vixen. Content Warning.
Selia's day had been too long and too hard, one of those demanding, nothing-goes-right days that makes you want to scream your head off. But it was over now and all she had to do was get through the rush-hour traffic and make it home. Everything would be all right then. Of that, she was sure.
By Salty Vixenabout a year ago in Filthy
