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

Troy is hopelessly lost in a world of youthful lust for several days (and nights). He's a typical, constantly horny guy and his encounter with IYA has amped him up to a near frenzy. Fantasizing about her almost constantly he relieves himself often while feverishly yearning for next week and what could possibly happen with HER then? He's also fascinated about who SHE is; how SHE lives such a seemingly hedonistic lifestyle, and how does HER husband deal with it? Over the weekend Troy tries to talk at dinner with his parents about the neighbors in a nonchalant manner. Mentioning a few with a question or two he then brings up the Diamonds. Dad says Mr. D is in his seventies and well respected in the financial world. He says, now after a third marriage, the old codger has dropped out and apparently become a reclusive retiree. Dad continues saying, "Rumor is he bought the property next door for his new bride. Had that mansion built for her. You remember the monotonous construc

"Well, if you're watching this, Chuck, that means I'm fucking dead," Darren Pryce chuckled from the television screen. The man loosened his tie and continued, "Which basically means that all of that vegan, jogging, meditation horseshit is a waste of time and we should all stick to the basics. You know, Scotch, good blow and porterhouse steaks." That was a real laugh, almost a howl. It was literally a knee slapper as the blonde man on the screen slapped his knee and threw his head back; and what a glorious head of hair it was. It was thick and blonde and his highlights twinkled in what Charles could only imagine must be professional lighting. The DVD was most likely shot by an actual film director because Darren Pryce, at least to Charles' knowledge, had never done anything half-assed. "No seriously, Chuck," the man tugged the Windsor knot down another inch or two on his crisp, white button down. It was a move that Charles knew was meant to ma

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