Bubbly Fantasies

We start in the bathtub and end on the bathroom floor.

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Transcript

Victoria Monet (recording) 0:00
Fuck a fantasy it's your motherfucking moment...

Tiffany 0:05
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. The song opener for this week is Moment by Victoria Monet. Thank you for joining me for some relaxation and release. This week's original erotic story is called "Bubbly Fantasies."

I definitely have a fantasy of us taking a bath together in a huge, monstrous tub. It has scented oil and bubbles inside, and candles surrounding the ledges. The ambiance adds to the tension between us, hot from flames and arousal. We're sitting in the water, our knees are alternating between one another's, so that both of our legs are spread open. I look at your face, the sheen in your eyes, the lips that make me laugh and cry out in pleasure. 

I focus on your eyes intensely, catching your gaze. I start to touch you. The water acts as a perfect lubricant with oil added to it. I pour a little more into my hands, better to be slippery than sorry. I apply pressure with my fingers in an "O" shape, up and down in the oily water. Our eye-line is held and I feel you growing harder in my hand. The passion between us is raw and intense. 

We break our gaze finally to kiss, moving to press our skin against the other's. It's too hot; I need a breath. You climb out of the tub and you motion for me to do the same. I grasp your hand for support. You spin us and I wrap my legs around your waist. Before I know it, you're walking me backward to the sink top, perching me with just enough of my ass to cushion and support my weight. The counter is the cool I need. There's a fire burning between my legs.

We're so slippery against one another, our mouths so hungry. As your lips travel down my neck, you bite me hard. It makes me gasp unexpectedly. You bite me again, sucking and kissing the sore spot afterward. It makes me so wet. I look forward to the mark, the reminder of being yours.  My hips grind down to feel you throbbing. I relish in how you sit between my legs. Inside me, that's what I really want though. To edge you there, I grab between your legs. It's so fun to tease you gently with my fingers, to hear your breath catch with heady moans. 

I start to rub my wetness up and down on your shaft. My clit becomes swollen from you pressing back against me. We're playing with each other now, feeding into the sensations, breathing heavy. I'm pulling myself toward you with my hips, but you give me a firm "No," in response. You push my legs apart, back away, and look at me. I feel so exposed. "Touch yourself you overeager slut," you command. The comment is so harsh, but your smile is mischievous. 

I comply, we've talking about this before. I'm rubbing up and down until my slit is slick. My face is hot and my cheeks burn as you watch me pleasure myself. Your next command brings me to my knees before you. I'm staring up at you longingly. You bounce your hard skin on my cheeks. I oblige you by opening wide and showing you my pink tongue. You groan while playing on my lips. I catch you and the precum I desire is so sweet, so salty, as I start to suck forcefully on you. 

You groan and thrust your hips, you're deep in my throat. "Look up at me," you say, "You like this cock in your pretty, little mouth?" My response, "Yes," coupled by a nod is muffled. You understand me though and you feel the vibrations of my words. It all makes you smile. A curt, "Good girl," and you start fucking my face until I'm sloppy.