Salty Stories Novels & Stories

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

I leaned in, inhaling his musky scent—earthy, masculine, with a hint of salt—that made my pussy clench emptily. My first lick was awkward, just the tip of my tongue flicking along the underside, tasting the precum: salty, slightly bitter, but not unpleasant. It coated my tongue, and I felt a strange thrill at the intimacy, my innocence cracking as I explored. Viktor groaned low in his throat, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me, sending a rush of satisfaction. He liked it—that groan told me I was doing something right, even if I was fumbling. His fist tightened in my hair, pulling harder, the sting on my scalp blending with the ache in my core. "That's it, but wider. Open your mo

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his excitement growing. His mouth covered mine, his lips soft and wet with the ocean. The salt water flavored his kisses, giving him a new taste that I could never hope to get enough of. I licked my lips, tasting his salt water kisses. This is what heaven was like. He pulled me closer, our skin pressing together so that not even a single drop of water could fit between us. He was so warm and strong, my insides melting with fresh want. I would have taken him right there. I would have let him fill me and let my body sing his praise, but an old married couple was walking down the beach.

For example, how do I explain to someone how eager I was to suck my best friend's boyfriend dick. "I get that." I said quietly. "Yeah?" "Yeah." I said. He looked at me for a long moment. Then he reached forward and refilled both our glasses and settled back into the couch and the distance between us was noticeably smaller than it had been a moment ago. We talked for hours. when it was late and the wine was gone and there was nothing left to hide behind. He told me about transferring schools and how lonely the first year had been. About how swimming was the only thing that felt like his when everything else felt borrowed.

Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I thought about the small, unremarkable facts of my life and how few of them I ever said out loud. “I eat the same sandwich three nights a week because deciding what to make feels like too much work after midnight. I reread the same four novels every winter. I still have a library card from a town I left six years ago and I don’t know why I keep it.” “Which novels?”

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.

The risk made her blood boil with a forbidden heat. She leaned forward and took his cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head while her mother stood right on the other side of the mahogany. "You look stressed, honey," Sarah said, leaning her hip against the desk..the very spot Maya was hiding under. "Is it work? Or is it Maya? I know she’s been a handful lately." "It’s fine," Silas managed, his voice breaking slightly as Maya sucked him deep. He gripped the arms of his chair, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to groan.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.