NK - Sweet and Salty

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to give a special thanks to Razmagurk and his wonderful story, 'Girlfriend with a Testing Device', for inspiring the concept behind "the device" used in the first three chapters of this particular tale! Disclaimer: This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are over the age of eighteen and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised. * * * * * Chapter 3: Dennis Vett is the Bane of Doors. * * * * * Again. "I can't do it..." Again! "No! It's too complicated now; we're in too deep!" You're the one who didn't want this to just be a short story, and we're not leaving it unfinished. "Why not?! Let's just delete it all and start over

Heads turned as the maître d' led Queenie through the dimly-lit dining room of La Grenoulille. The elegant midtown restaurant had opened less than a year ago in the uneventful month between Marylin Monroe's death and the Cuban missile crisis. Seated at a candle-lit table near the back, Jack rose and bowed graciously. Queenie offered him her hand and he gently kissed it. They were both delightfully old school. "May I take the lady's coat?" asked the maître d'. "No thank you," she said. "I'm more comfortable keeping it on." She graced Jack with a wide grin. He watched her matte red-colored lips speak the words, "And I think everyone else would be too." If the maître d' felt flustered, he hid it completely as he politely nodded and backed away. "But of course." "Queenie, love, you nearly made the man blush," said Jack consulting the menu. "It's what I do best," she purred, pulling the col

Just a story about two people in love. They were told it would never work. We'll see. AGELESS LOVE Chapter One My name is Jenna Bishop and I have a story to tell. Allow me to go ahead and get the biographical stuff out of the way. I'm thirty-six years old and the CEO of a nationwide marketing firm. I have an MBA in Marketing from a very prestigious school and our company does quite well. My company is just one of the companies my family owns. Me personally? I'm 5'6" tall, 125 pounds in my stocking feet, and if you're just dying to know, I'm a 34C topside so if you're looking for a big boobed bimbo, wrong lady. I have shoulder length black hair and blue eyes from my father's side. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not runway model material but I can turn a head when I want too. Now the downside, I have one failed marriage that lasted three years after I determined he just wanted a piece of the family pie and I was his pathway to getting it. He

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. My short stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my personal interests, fetishes, or personal history. Contents: F/m, Mistress/pet. Romantic/loving BDSM. Body worship, light sadomasochism, oral (male on female), facesitting, slow Vaginal/PiV sex, cum eating (male from female). Let's begin! --- She lay across the pillows, her body stretched out, limbs askew. Her hair was dark, contrasting sharply against her milk white skin, falling in spirals over her bare shoulders. It shifted ever so slightly as she breathed, her chest steadily rising and falling. The supple paleness of her breasts was barely hidden by the lacey black negligee that clung to her figure, curved and luscious. He loved looking at her, everything about her excited him, especially spread out before him like that. Especially when she gave him that look, her eyes becoming his worl