Salty Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

' S - surely, H - honesty is an U - uttered T - truth. Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.

He slapped her swollen clit hard with his heavy cock, making her jolt. “Sorry isn’t good enough, you pathetic cumdump. Clean it up with your tongue.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the desk, forcing her onto her knees again. Sara leaned forward without hesitation and licked the mix of their cum off the desk like an obedient pet. The salty, musky taste made her moan shamefully. Mr. Vance watched with dark amusement, stroking his still-hard cock. “That’s right. Lick up every drop like the desperate office whore you are. This is your real interview question: How much cum are you willing to swallow and how many loads are you willing to take in that greedy little womb to get this j

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

“Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…” I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would

BLAIRE The engines hummed a deep, rhythmic bass that I felt vibrating through the soles of my feet and up the sensitive skin of my thighs. The city lights were nothing more than a golden blur on the horizon now, leaving us alone in the vast, velvet darkness of the ocean. The scent of the lilies and the buttery sweetness of the croissants on the table mixed with the salt air, but it was the heavy, predatory heat coming off the brothers that truly filled my lungs.

“Tell me to stop, Samantha. Tell me this is wrong.” I couldn’t say that. Instead, I threaded my fingers through his wet hair and pulled his mouth closer. “Don’t stop.” His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, licking me from my entrance to my clit in one long, filthy stroke. I cried out as my back arched against the wall. Jake groaned against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me. He licked me again but slower this time, savoring every drop of my arousal. Then his tongue circled my swollen clit, flicking it with firm, steady strokes while two fingers slid back inside of me.

My tongue pressed against his dick proudly; I licked it through while he started to hook his legs in between my thighs. I pressed his dick slowly with my tongue, rolling over it while he started to hold the controller even tighter. I started to roll my tongue around his dick faster. The faster I got, the more saliva mixed with precum, and I swallowed it down my throat like nothing else existed. And the damn taste! It was fucking tasteless, though a little bit salty. I thought I had heard him say stop; however, the word died down right at that point while he stared right at me.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.