Booktok Spice Level Novels & Stories

I opened the cover and inhaled the sweet aroma to my satisfaction. "Hope you like it?" She asked "The aroma is fascinating" I giggled and started digging into the food. The sauce didn't taste spicy enough to my taste. "Can I've some white and black pepper? I want a veerryyy spicy food" I talked "With your condition?" David yelled at me and I bursted into tears.

’ “It smells like someone threw the pan into the the fire and kept looking for cooking tips.” “I burned it,” he admitted, not defensively, just casually, which was horrifying. “But I added love. And spices. I think spices count.” He grinned at me like I was supposed to be impressed. I blinked. “You think spices count for charred breakfast? That’s… new. Revolutionary, really.” He laughed, which was maddening. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Noted, Miss Olivia. Anything else?” I hesitated, then smiled a little, feeling oddly shy about the last part. “I, uh… I have a guilty pleasure for spicy food. Like really spicy. Especially Korean food. Tteokbokki, ramyeon, kimchi—if it burns, I’ll probably love it.” Her eyes lit up in surprise. “Ah! Very well, miss. I’ll inform the kitchen.” “Thank you,” I said, already climbing the stairs before she could add another polite question.

“This is an insult to Pozole Rojo. Who the hell shared that recipe?” After a long moment, he swallowed hard and reluctantly popped it into his mouth — and instantly, a fiery, terrifying heat shot straight up to his brain! He spat it out violently, gulped water like crazy, rolled his eyes, and shouted, “Holy crap! What is this thing? Are you trying to kill me?! It’s so damn spicy! And what do you mean ‘just a little salty’? How much salt did you dump in here?!”

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

Instantly, my mouth was on fire - the numbing spiciness nearly made me choke. I hadn't even seen Luke struggle with the heat yet, and here I was, already failing! Luke noticed my distress and passed me some water. "They import their chilies directly from Sichuan. Their extra hot is what they call 'demon level.' Usually only food bloggers attempt it." Me: !! Why didn't he warn me!

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

Léon My mouth finds her, full, open, burning. I taste her, truly, for the first time. Without barrier. Her pure, complex, intoxicating essence. I drink her. My tongue explores every fold, every secret recess, finds the nerve center, pulsing, and lingers there with delicate cruelty. I eat her. As one consumes an offering. With devotion and voracity.

I finish the food in my mouth before I answer him. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you have bacon and sausages.” He chuckles, finally taking a bite for himself. “I eat it when I want to get a taste of you.” I choke on my food. He swoops in with one of his many water bottles, I down it without any complains this time. “Too spicy?” “Is there such a thing as too much spice?” I ask, replacing the cap on the bottle. Since he has followed me most of my life, he ought to know how high my spice tolerance was. I haven’t seen a food so spicy I couldn’t eat it.

Fifteen minutes later they were walking out of the store, a slab of prime pork belly resting at the bottom of a separate shopping bag that he carried while Vivienne cheerfully counted down the spices for the marinade. “Cloves, nutmeg, chili pepper – oh!” She glanced up at him with a smile that was somewhere between concerned and teasing. “You’re okay with spice, right? You’re not going to start sweating and crying if I sprinkle a tiny bit of habanero into the pot, are you?” A huff escaped Marcus’s nose, a tiny exhale of amusement as he met her irresistible, glittering eyes with a smirk of his own. “Do you really think that I’m the type of person who goes down so easily?”