Bling Hot Sauce Novels & Stories

“I’m obsessed with condiments....dump ’em on everything. ‘Soy’ is a universal nickname used by quite a few people I know...but Erin is the only one who thought to call me ‘Sauce’. She blurted it out in high school one day after I dunked my entire cheeseburger in a vat of mayo mixed with ketchup, and the rest is history.” “Quite the best friend you’ve got.” Blythe chuckled into her glass, downing more water. My appreciative gaze drank in the inviting sight with every swallow. “She’s an asshole, but she’s my asshole.” I retorted with a sarcastic nod. “When I’m not ‘idiot’, ‘smart ass’ or plain ‘Sawyer’ when she’s pissed off...to her, I’m 'Sauce'. You should see some of my combinations! You’d b

The salsa did taste amazing. Lucas grabbed my hand and pulled it out my mouth faster than I could process anything and Dr. Hickory let out a curse as he moved the bowl away from me even faster. Any questions I wanted to ask got stuck in my throat as the sauce instantly hit me. My eyes widened and began to water as the burn snuck up on me and instantly set my mouth on fire. I opened my mouth as I stared to panic. It was like the heat wouldn’t stop coming and my mouth kept getting hotter.

She turned sharply, her movements stiff with fury, and grabbed the plate of pasta. When her eyes fell on it, she realized it had gone cold. She wasn’t planning to heat it but…..then her gaze caught the chili bottle sitting on the table now she wants to heat the food. If he wanted it hot, he would get it hot. Without hesitation, she poured nearly half the bottle red chilly into the pasta, mixing it all together before shoving the plate into the microwave. It was red sauce pasta the same color chili blended into it perfectly, turning the sauce a deeper, burning red.

As he spoke, Aurora felt he was talking to her… she bit her lips harder… His fingers slid lower, pushing her panties aside. Two fingers thrust inside her; deep, curling just right. Aurora’s breath hitched. She leaned forward, pretending to reach for more sauce…. but really trying to hide the way her hips bucked slightly against his hand. Sasha narrowed her eyes. Brielle … are you good? You’re sweating.” Aurora forced a smile, voice trembling. “Y-yeah… just… the food’s spicy. I’m fine.”

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

She said, moving her body to the side, giving me a chance to taste it. "It's still hot, you deliberately set my tongue on fire." I protested again and she chuckled in annoyance. "You are spoiled, use a spoon," She said angrily. She took a spoon and took a little of the sauce and gave it to me, then I screamed when I felt the sauce, "Ssh it's spicy! What did you put in it." She panicked and tasted it again then smacked her lips repeatedly. "This is sweet and a little sour, just tomato sauce and I didn't add pepper or chili to it. Don't make things up, you might have problems with your tongue!" She said, glancing at me annoyed,

Jet set a bottle of hot sauce beside me as he sat down and began to eat. Drizzling the hot sauce on the omelet, I also started eating. It was amazing with different spices and veggies in it. The bacon added a smokey flavor while the peppers added a little heat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned. This was the best omelet ever. “Do that again and I will take you right here over this balcony.” Jet stated firmly.

Too much pasta, probably. The noodles were already pushing against the rim of the pot, but I figured they’d shrink down or something. That’s what happens, right? Next, I turned to the sauce. I found a jar of marinara in the fridge and dumped it into a saucepan, thinking maybe I’d get fancy and add some spices. But as I was looking for the pepper, the sauce started bubbling, popping little red spots all over the stove. And, unfortunately, all over my shirt. “Richard?” Sarah’s voice was closer now. She’d peeked into the kitchen doorway, watching me fight the sauce explosion. “Are you okay in there?”

Suddenly, an idea occurs to him, and the finger is pulled from your sucking mouth with a pop! "You watch him push his long finger into the pizza, coating it and half his fist with hot tomato sauce. You open your mouth wide, but that's not what he has in mind. "A moment later, you feel his fist back between your legs, and then the burn of the hot sauce being smeared through your tender pussy lips and up into your cunt-hole. "You suck in your breath at the sudden pain of the heat against the sensitive flesh, but almost instantly, your fevered brain converts it to a pleasure unlike anything your pussy has ever experienced.

I ask, scooping up a tiny portion for Frankie with the same spoon and lifting it to his lips. He smirks at me, blows once, and then quite gently allows me to slip the spoon into his mouth. I smile softly as I pull it away, as Frankie purses his lips in consideration. “Yes, more salt,” he says, nodding seriously to me. “Also, hot sauce.” “Hot sauce!?” He grins, devilish. “Everything’s better with hot sauce.” “It’s tomato soup, Frank,” I sigh, flicking a derisive glance in his direction. “Don’t be ridiculous.”