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

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

~~Antoinette~~ High within her tower, Antoinette perused the latest information she had acquired through her network of spies. Pictures of Terra Den and its enforcers were cropping up, far more than she wished, as were pictures of the various Xnomina thralls and ghouls, moving against them during daylight. Forever a frustration, that a Kindred's movements and actions were limited to the night, while their far less capable thralls and ghouls could move about freely whenever they desired. Every night come dusk, she had to examine the latest reports, and see what silly maneuvers the enthralled humans performed while she slept. Garry, was likely the reason Terra Den continued to be aggressive toward Invictus and Xnomina. If this aggressiveness continued unabated, soon thralls would be shooting each other. Once that occurred, the insulted covenant would argue it was damaged property, and demand recompense. The other would not agree, and make a similar argument. Kindred would argue wit

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