A Taste Of Sweetness 소설 & 이야기

“The one who tastes sweetest of all.” Damien’s laugh was dark and full of promise. He gripped her ass hard, pulling her closer. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you against this window again—let the whole city watch what belongs to me.” She moaned softly as he thrust up against her. “Yes, Daddy.”

Lana’s Point of View I was unable to concentrate in class, the kiss from yesterday kept replaying in my mind… a kiss wasn’t what I expected, other teenage girls who had explained what it felt like for them, tend to use the term ‘sweet’. And I thought it probably feels like chocolate since people tend to do it a lot but that wasn’t the case. It didn’t taste like chocolate. In fact, nothing like that. It wasn’t even sugary sweet, if you ask me, it tasted warm, like nothing but saliva, and when you add the tongue, it’s just that mouth feeling.

It would be easy, letting go. But just as her mind began to shut down, her field of vision was flooded by a white, blinding light. And she felt... something. As if someone had placed a warm fire next to her or taken her body out to the sun. She smelled something delicious, like sweet nectar. Then she tasted it, and the warm liquid passed through her throat, filling her stomach. One by one the feeling came back to her body. There was solid ground beneath her, and she moved her tongue. The nectar flowed from whatever her lips were holding between them, so she bit down and sucked, sensing more of the sweetness filling her mouth. It was nothing like she had ever tasted before.

What if he's just pretending to be kind? But the scent was too real. Warm hazelnut, soft bananas, and a buttery sweetness that reached deep into my empty stomach. My mouth watered against my will. I hesitated... and then, slowly, I leaned forward and took a small bite. It melted in my mouth. Soft. Sweet. Familiar.

“You just said it isn't alcoholic, so what exactly would it be doing for me?” “It'll make you feel better, I promise. Sugar and alcohol aren't very different.” “If you say so,” I said, and took a huge swig of the bottle. Its sweetness washed over my tongue and into my throat, reminding me of exactly why I loved the flavor in the first place. It had a slight tangy taste to it, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. I turned to Savannah, who had a small smile on her face. “What do you think?” she asked.

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”

I just needed a little more pressure inside me. I finally got what I asked for because he started pressing his tongue inside me . Filling me just slightly. He would flatten his tongue and swipe up and down along my ring , and then suddenly trust inside me as far as he could. it felt too good. “ you taste so good”, I heard him say. He suddenly stopped and stood up. I don’t know where he went to, but when he came back, I felt this cold liquid being poured on my ass. . “ you’re going to scream a little, just a little”, that alone gave me a mental orgasm.

Each bite is a delightful crunch, followed by a burst of warm, flavorful goodness. With every nibble, I'm treated to a symphony of flavors and textures. The savory meat filling, perfectly seasoned, blends seamlessly with the subtle sweetness of the dough, creating a delightful harmony on my tongue. The meat's rich umami flavor, mixed with a hint of sweetness, is a delicious combination that leaves me wanting more.

“I always see one in there hands. Anyways, I think its really bitter. These no sweetness to it.” I shake my head as I take a sip, feeling the liquid fill every space of my mouth before going down, leaving a lingering bitterness. All the while, It didn’t feel bitter at all. “Its sweet. You know its sweet if you focus on the sweetness rather than the bitterness.” I say, smiling at Kate. Kate raised an eyebrow before asking, “So you are saying it doesn’t taste bitter?” “It does. You just don’t feel it when you sip it. the effect only comes once you swallow it. That’s how you relish it.”

Janice's smile was sweet because she thought of something. Chris did not expect it when Janice went near him and kissed him in the corner of his lips. But what surprised him the most was Nica, who grabbed his nape and kissed his parted-open lips. "I just removed the germ that adhered to your lips." Nica grinned at her half-sister. The kiss was quick, but the feeling of it has not yet left her. She could not meet his confused stare, thus she just focused her attention on the mother-and-daughter. It was effective, the embarrassment she feels was replaced by joy when she read the anger on the two's faces.