NK - Sweet and Salty

*Hey my Literotica peeps! I'm back, getting better after another nose dive, but it seems to be sticky this time around. So my ladies started to read my stuff, Sasha's favorite is Divinity, she told me that it was lacking some action from my other, less sexy stuff and wanted to see what I could do with Jason's story. I hope she likes what I've got to offer, as well as my other readers here. Sasha had to step out of my life for a while with the plague that is going on currently, and I miss my little brat. This is dedicated to you honey, stay safe and enjoy!* I woke up early in a strange place but had two naked bodies pressed against me. Once my eyes fully opened I looked down to the sleeping forms of Claire and Ash cuddled against me. Remembering last night got my cock stirring again, but I felt like now was not a good time. I awoke both of them so we could sneak out of the house, although we took time to share some kisses between us. I got Ash's phone number as we ...

A Rainy Saturday Awakening By 64Unsure (All characters are fictional and over 18) Let me start by saying I am a 60 plus man, not in great shape, but getting better. I was married for over thirty years. A wonderful woman, who sadly passed away a year and a half ago. I took it kind of hard, and went into a period of depression. I just went to work, came home, sat around the house, watching TV and eating junk food. One morning while getting ready for work, I grabbed a shirt and tried to pull it over my head, when it tore. While I was taking it off, I noticed myself in the closet mirror, and seeing myself for the first time in a long time. I was not happy with what I saw. I looked around my bedroom, and realized I needed to make a change. Mary would not have accepted the way I let myself, and our home, go to waste. So, that weekend I started to change, first I cleaned the house from top to bottom. That took a few days. Next I began to eat a little more healthy, and finally began to get o...

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1 Daichi had put such thoughts from his mind whenever they arose in him; that the house had become a burden or that it was far too big for him, even if its location on the outskirts of Kyoto left him and his family, or visitors, in an enviable location. They could soon be in the surrounding countryside and away from the traffic fumes, the noise and the crowds. It was easier to escape the mayhem of city life that so many had no choice but to endure these days. Apart from its size, the house was now overlooked by a garishly designed apartment building that cast a shadow over the garden at certain times of the day. It lessened the pleasure to be found from the early morning sunlight. Its bulk made him feel closed in, and it aroused a sense of being oppressed by the sheer pressure of humanity that the quiet of the property's carefully appointed, and sound-roofed, interior sought to dispel. He achieved this by lighting candles, the scent of blossom often to be found on the air. Daichi...

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...