With Love Your Sweetly Salted Novels & Stories

But today, imma take it slow because what I'm doing right now is making love to her and I want her to know and feel my love. The second my lips made contact with her, she jerked and I smiled. She tastes so good, kinda like how she smells strawberry and pines Then, I full on started my assault on her with both my tongue and lips. Applying the right pressure at the right time and after a few minutes, I watched her spasm. It started with her legs shaking and her eyes rolling, then her while body vibrating, realising the perfect liquid. The look on her face when she trashed around during her release made think of one word 'euphoria'.

Power disguised itself as pleasure. “Nothing interests you?” Hugo asked quietly. “I’m married,” I replied flatly. He chuckled. “Marriage has never stopped powerful men.” I ignored him. Then the auctioneer’s voice rose above the noise. “And now,” he announced dramatically, “the highlight of tonight’s collection… the diamond of the evening. Welcome… Blue.” She stepped onto the stage. And everything inside me froze. The room blurred. Conversations faded. The world narrowed until nothing existed but her. Black dress.

~Steve’s POV~ She was mumbling some stuff but I didn’t concentrate on that and just carried her to our bedroom. Suddenly she clutched my collar. “I won’t leave you tonight. I will make you pay for what you do every night to me. You leave me here alone and come at midnights when I am already asleep” she said as she leaned dangerously close to me. I was in a daze and I made her stand on her feet. She was still holding onto my collar. “You know?” she asked me. “Hmm?” I hummed as I was kind of enjoying what she was doing. “I love you” she said and kissed my lips for nanoseconds. Eye raised my eyebrow at her. “What was that?” she looked at me like she wanted to reverse all that happened and delet

By my side, I’ll swallow all of my pride Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off my feet Yeah, yeah Can’t explain why your lovin' makes me so weak

] [I miss you so much! [Without you in Harbor City, everything is so boring. The cafeteria food is terrible. Every day, they serve up some awful concoction like grilled pineapples with mayonnaise. Engineering is so hard. I’m about to throw up from drafting blueprints. The physics professor is just as naggy as our high school teacher. There are so many tabby cats on campus. Can we feed them together when you come over?]

I was going crazy with my desire for her though I was enraged with what she did. "H-honey please. don't be mad. I'm sorry..." she uttered while trying hard not to cry. I didn't answer. My eyes went down her cleavage. I couldn't think straight now. Her tits which were rising and falling because of her ragged breathing felt so soft against my chest. "S-sorry. I'm really sorry honey," her voice was like a whisper which made me close my eyes for a moment. The way she called me honey was music to my ears. I opened my eyes and looked at her pretty features. Her dark brown eyes were misty but smoky.

I thought about how tired I was of being afraid, of my whole shitty situation. I inhaled deeply. I opened the vial. The smell hit me first, eww… musky, warm, kind of salty. Not bad. Actually… kind of sexy in a raw way. It was thicker than I expected, pearly white, still a little warm from the shipping. I looked at the camera and said, “Hey… this is for you. Thank you for helping me.” I dipped my finger in and tasted it. Just a little at first. It was salty, a little bitter, but not gross.

I cannot bear the pain eroding my body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." In this moment, something like a seed sprouted and spread within my heart—something strange, a voice from my memories echoing back. "Because I love you." "I love you so much." "Shall I tie your hair for you?" "I have only one bride, and that is you." "She likes ice cream, the sea, and sad music. She dislikes loud, crowded places. She is pure and gentle. She has a simple heart, wearing her emotions on her face."

she told him. “I know.” She opened her eyes and frowned. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Lucky guess, I suppose.” It was indeed a lucky guess because Ayla told no one about her love for marzipan and caramel sweets. Not many people enjoyed them in Myrthana, and they were usually hard to find. “Do you want some?” she asked. Rhobart shook his head. “I prefer salty desserts.” “Like salted caramel tart?” “Yes.”

It was the most animalistic noise of pleasure that I'd ever heard. "Mmm...Happy people taste salty-sweet. Fear is tangy and a little sour. Anger is spicy. Aroused is...like mixing any other emotion with a tiny bit of morphine, not that I've had much of it. And love? Love is...god it's so pure and savory, like the best steak you've ever had." "Oh." She'd never explained this in any detail to me before.