Salad Fingers Novels & Stories

“I want the vegetarian salmon chef salad with no salmon or croutons. Cut a lime into circles that are exactly two centimeters thick and place it in a different bowl from the salad. Understood?” Cassie was by no means ready to work for the day but didn’t seem have a choice on the matter. She nodded and left to get Bethany’s lunch order.

Paired with yogurt, or cheese or meat. White flour was a strict no for me. At least more than half of my plate used to be filled up with greens. Today I also put some chickpeas in my salad. “You are a Luna so this fancy dish is for you?” she could not hide the smirk on her face. With the sweetest smile, I passed my bowl to her. “We all are equal here, dear Jackie… sorry … what was that?” I started tapping my finger on my forehead, “Jackass?” I was whispering to myself but I was sure that I could be heard.

assured Anthony. So long as she could rest. He hugged her by the waist and walked her out. When the Uncles saw them coming out, they greeted, “Come and eat some of this. It’s Charmine’s favorite finger lime.” Finger lime was a thumb-sized special fruit with a lime skin outside, but there would be green pearls like caviar inside once opened. This fruit was similar to caviar; limited and precious. They were used as seasonings. However, the finger lime the Uncles invented was just like caviar—sour and sweet with a good texture and of high quantity.

"Yes, Alessia. This is all Luca's fault, but he is still your fiance. Just say the word, and I'll make him return the ring and throw that wretch out at once." I looked at the farcical mess in front of me. Finally, I spoke. My voice was calm, but it cut through the dead silence of the hall. "The ring?" I slid off the black velvet glove, exposing my mangled, horrifying left hand. "Do you really think it could fit here?" The spotlight fell on my broken fingers. The room went silent for a moment, then a collective gasp erupted.

My arms flail around, desperate to grab on to something. My fingers find a new patch of asparagus. They were thicker than the others but shorter. I snapped one off and pulled it towards me, cupped in my hand. I held its head in my fingers firmly as I pushed it up her puckered asshole, slick with her juices. She pauses for a moment and emits a guttural moan as it sinks up her butt. I used this chance to pull a few more.

That was when Freda and I both shoved two fingers deep into our own cunts at the same time. We needed to make them see why fucking us bare was a way better option. The wet squelch from our pussies was filthy. We finger-fucked ourselves hard, hips rolling. Putting on a show for them. “See?” I panted, pumping my fingers in and out, cream coating them. “We’re so fucking ready. Please....." Harold dropped to his knees between my spread thighs first. The new guy moved to Freda. The new guy dragged the fat head of his cock up and down Freda’s fat cunt lips, tapping it repeatedly against her swollen clit.

It felt like the beginning of something special. Cain carefully unpacked the requested chicken salad, revealing a colorful medley of ingredients that immediately tantalized my senses. The fragrant blend of tender chicken, crisp apples, and tart cranberries created an inviting aroma that mingled with the sweetness of a light dressing. I had encountered a similar dish before, but this particular salad was extraordinary—the flavors danced on my palate, each bite a delightful balance of sweet and savory that left me wanting more.

He punctuated his words by thrusting two of his fingers deep inside me in one go. I felt my slippery walls gripping his fingers, trying to suck them in as I pushed back, taking more. He placed his palm on the small of my back to hold me in place as he started to move his fingers, fûcking me with them. “You really weren’t lying, huh? When you said you wanted to be fûcked, look at you taking my fingers so far inside your pûssy.” I could feel myself dripping around his fingers and not just that but I could also hear the embarrassing sound his fingers made as he thrust them back and forth. “Can you take three? Let’s see.” “Oh... My. God.” I groaned as he circled his third fingers around my entra

Jared came up behind me, kissing my neck, and kneading my ass before his fingers found their way between my legs. My mouth locked in a sensual kiss Jared, I wasn’t prepared when Jake suddenly plunged in two fingers at a go. I moaned into the kiss, jerking back into his touch. "So slutty," he chuckled, pushing the fingers in and out of my pussy. He crooked his fingers in a way that if he moves it, it assaults my pleasure spot. I moaned, unconsciously rutting back against his wonderful fingers. He added another finger, scissoring me open and exploring my wet core. I gripped Jake's shoulders trying not to lose myself to his touch.

His fingers are met with a fiery, wet chasm that closes around them almost immediately. "Oh, yeah!" Aunt Sally moans, scooting farther down on the seat, sucking his fingers deeper inside her enflamed pussy. "That's nice," she coos, never opening her eyes. Chris' fingers start a slow rhythm in and out of her pussy, which she matches by lifting her ass off the seat and pushing back against his hand. He keeps the rhythm slow all the way home, no matter how much Sally tries to speed it up, by humping her ass faster. He just pulls his fingers farther out until she relents and then, he pushes them back in maintaining the same, slow rhythm.