Free Spicy Audiobooks Novels & Stories

cough "—this?!" I calmly took another bite, unbothered. The familiar burn of the spice settled comfortably across my tongue, sharp and soothing in an oddly reassuring way. "It’s spicy." "It’s like freaking lava!" Jeremy exclaimed. "My tongue is dying, help!" "It’ll survive." Jeremy clutched his drink like it was the antidote for poison, gulping it down as if his life depended on it. The plastic cup crumpled slightly under his grip, the ice inside rattling softly.

He even wanted to drink the sauce. “I remember you don’t like spicy food,” she said. Conrad put down the bowl and spoon. He felt as if his stomach and mouth were burning. And so, he went to grab a glass of water. After two glasses of water, it felt like the spiciness intensified instead. “Why is it so spicy?!” He was almost burning. Fia munched on another piece of beef. “I don’t think it’s spicy. You’re the one that can’t eat any spicy food.

Sienna’s POV As I finally calm down, I sit there tearing up my jerk chicken, my jerk egg rolls, anything with heat, anything with spice, because that’s literally all I crave. This baby is about to come out with a full coat of hair the way these spices are tagging my esophagus. The heartburn is unreal, and Knox keeps telling me to stop eating spicy foods, but listen… it’s a habit at this point. And the wild part? Before I got pregnant, I couldn’t stand spicy foods. Now, from the flavor, to the burn, and the essence, yum yum yum. I’m a whole hypocrite.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

"This one has a little extra kick, just like back in school." As the words left his mouth, Arthur’s commanding voice interrupted the moment. "She doesn’t like spicy food," he declared confidently, his tone edged with authority as if it were a statement of undeniable fact. "Audrey prefers bland game. It’s easier to digest." My head snapped toward him, disbelief prickling at my nerves. Before I could respond, Sarah let out a short, disbelieving laugh, spinning her chair slightly to face Arthur. "Is that so?" she asked, a teasing edge to her words. "Because I distinctly recall Audrey inhaling three bowls of my spicy venison stew last winter. You must’ve had your wires crossed, Alpha King."

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

Summer looked at each of us while eating her grilled cheese food. “Yeah..” Jane adjusted her seat. Then she drinks water. “And I remember you said that you eat spicy food that’s why we suggest you eat a spicy chorizo..” Candice entered after Jane uttered it, rolling her eyes. “But you vomited because you don’t like its taste, and besides it, it’s spicy. Right?” we suddenly laughed after Candice said that. “I thought you’re strong bitch? But you’re not!” Trisha uttered sarcastically. Summer just rolled her eyes at us and then give us a fierce look for a moment. We just laughed at what she was showing.

All in all, it was much more information than I wanted to know. In Mexico, I was such a 'downer' that the other students (all male) hated me. I got up early and finished late, never going to the night spots. The other guys, thrilled they could drink at 18 and not 21 like here, got tanked every night. On our last night, they all carried paper bags with bottles wrapped within. My best friend, Roger, brought me one too. On the flight home, the bottles safely stored in our luggage, I asked what they contained. He said they were 'spanish fly', the so-called aphrodisiac to end all that would get the most prudish babe to rip off her clothes and volunteer for anything. I hadn't known that, or I woul

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.