A Taste Of Sweetness Novels & Stories

For her… With a hesitant hand, I took a fork and sliced a tiny bit of the moist pastry. The moment it reached my mouth, a burst of severe sweetness engulfed my idle taste buds. "How's it? You can be honest…" Lia inquired. "Uhmm…you know I'm weak for sweets so honestly, the sweetness makes me want to puke, no offense." Well, she did say to be honest though so I did. I could feel my temple creasing with my crumpled expression. At the corner of my sight, Eridessa was holding off a laugh while looking at me. I just gave her a middle finger in annoyance.

He was so obviously fond of the family that she had no reason to think he was exploiting them, and she gave him one small bonus for having the good sense to recognize their worth. However, at the end of an excellent dessert of wine, fruit, and cheese, she tensed as Mandy jumped up from her chair and went behind Michael to hug him and kiss his temple. Estel thought Michael would have had to be a saint not to have been affected by such temptation, and there was no doubt in her mind that Michael was not a saint.

"A fruit that's forced to ripen never tastes sweet. Let it go." The woman still seemed reluctant. She wiped her tears and choked out, "But he was the one who pursued me first! At the beginning, I didn't like him. After dating him for so long, I've grown more dependent on him. I feel like I can't live without him anymore." This was Harry's first encounter with such a lovestruck fool, and it left him speechless. Still, he tried to reason with her.

He turns back to me, taking the glass from my hand, filling it and taking a drink. Another drink arrived, and he handed it to me. "Try that one…" He challenged me. I grinned at him and downed the contents of the glass he handed me. My tongue suddenly tingled from the taste. I heard him chuckle and held something out to me. "Here.." He rubbed a small piece of lemon on my lips, and I sucked his thumb, staring at him. Was it just the alcohol that made me do that? Or was I physically attracted to him? For a moment, everything around us stopped. Even the loud music seemed to fade away, the smoke and dim lights blurring in my vision. Then suddenly, he slowly kissed me.

The specific lightness of a weight removed. What arrived instead was the ash taste. Coating my tongue before I had fully processed what I was reading, the specific flavor of something that should have been sweet and was not, that should have been a beginning and felt instead like a different kind of ending. Liberation should taste like honey and wild berries. Why does it coat my tongue like ash?

I gave one long, broad lick from her opening up to her clit, which was still hiding inside its hood. I knew what I smelled like, but I'd been worried I wouldn't like the taste of someone else. I'd told myself I'd soldier on, no matter what. I shouldn't have worried. Sarah's flavor wasn't good. It was exquisite. Sweet and tangy, just a little earthy, it tasted like her. Excitedly, I dove back in running my tongue around her delicate folds, savoring as much of her nectar as I could find.

The soft, doughy texture combined with the sweet cinnamon flavor created a perfect harmony of taste. Hmm... I couldn't help but close my eyes slowly, savoring the exquisite flavor as it melted on my tongue. "So sweet," I murmured in response, my voice filled with delight. I couldn't resist taking another bite, relishing in the delectable taste that danced on my palate.

Honey. The taste of sweetness. And so much sugar that it can get you high. So sweet that it can get your brain numb and your senses zapping. Falling somewhere deep and the same moment when it hits you all with full force. A satisfied eye roll and head hang back while a moan escapes your lips. That is exactly what happened when Andreas pressed his lips on Annalise’s pink and soft ones. Digging his nail into the skin of her jaw, Andreas, forced her to wince and part her lips.

… … The taste is… bitter. Maybe more sugar? … Almost there, maybe just a little more cream and-! Perfect! The taste is just what I like most, so within seconds, I'm drinking as much as I can, desperate to keep the wonderful taste in my mouth. "Hey, hey! Alright Aka sweetie, calm down!" My immersive drinking is interrupted by a laughing voice, "Geez, you're chugging that down so fast! You like it?"

The taste of that strange sweetness lingered on my tongue, like a secret I wasn’t supposed to know. And somewhere deep within me, something ancient… smiled.