Blushy Spicy Novels & Stories

He can see half of my bum right now. "Why are you blushing?" He asked. "N-No, I'm not," "Yes, you are. Eat now before I will eat you," he opened the paper bag. The smell of fresh grilled chicken and the hot rice was mingling with my nostrils. I crossed my knees and face him. I grabbed the food and munch it. I was so hungry that I could care less about him right now. "Your dick is small. I shall replace it with pussy,"

The fiery heat that burned his tongue must have been enormous because he punched himself into his chest, coughing. "I think we have the winner for Blazing Storm. Chili, ginger, passionfruit, pecans and one snappy vampire." "You're an asshole." I hissed at him, slamming the fork against the table and granting us several curious looks from the neighboring tables. "Yeah, heard that one before. You know what a nice change would be? Something without your bitchy attitude. Something sweet, tender and quiet. You think you can pick such a bite for me? And we will write it on that dumb list as Aiden's Silent Wish."

-Shy “Tsk! Don’t go ahead of yourselves” “They say that you will know your partner once you travel together. It is complicated but… it’s kind of true and many can attest to that. They tend to grow after the trip” -Marie [SOBBING] “Why are you crying?” I asked Shy. “Why *sobs* gosh why are you cutting onions” she can’t stop her tears. “I thought you were crying because you’re rejected by your crush” “Why did you… you’re so bad. That’s too personal” Shy pouted.

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

She looks around, impressed, her fingers brushing the fabrics, the precious woods. — Is this yours? — The company's. — Do you travel often? — Too much. But tonight, it's different. — Why? — Because you're here. She blushes. I love that. I love making her blush. I love seeing that pink rise on her cheeks, descend onto her neck, disappear into the neckline of her dress.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

His lips didn’t pucker, no flinching, no sweating—none of the usual human reactions to extreme spiciness. “Is he… a robot?” Jeslyn muttered under her breath. “Mmm,” Leonel hummed with a nod. “Interesting. There's a spicy kick to it. New experiment?” Jeslyn’s eyes widened. What?! He likes it?! “Uh… yeah,” she answered quickly, almost reflexively. “It’s… a new variant. Hellfire Lava Dessert.” Leonel smirked. “Nice name. Fits a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” Jeslyn raised a brow.

I am a really bad person. He hands me an empty dish plate and smiles when he turns it to me. The surface is reflective and the person who looks back at me has flaming red cheeks and snot streaming down her nose. I grab a napkin and clean the snot immediately. Raymel keeps an eyebrow arched up at me and I blush even harder. "I didn't expect the spice. Is it usually always that hot?" He chuckles and shakes his head "Not all the time. it just depends on the way you cook it I guess. It's the same way some dishes can be spicy because they have spice in them."

"The Lush is a starter toy. You need professional tools. You need upgrades." I blink, the adrenaline of fear suddenly morphing into a different kind of rush. "Upgrades?" "I’ve curated a cart for you based on your biometric data," he says. "Look." Images scroll across the screen. High-end, medical-grade silicone. Matte black finishes. Gold accents. Item 1: The Impaler. Dual-motor thrusting dildo with app-sync. Item 2: Nyp-Ties. Bluetooth-controlled magnetic nipple clamps. Item 3: Obsidian Anal Beads. Temperature responsive.