His And Her Honey Novels & Stories

His drink slipped slightly in his hand as he placed it down, and a broad smile spread across his face. “My baby, I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice filled with excitement. The lady giggled softly, her eyes sparkling. “My sugar boy! It’s so nice to see you. You’re looking really good. Come to mummy and take some sugar.” Without hesitation, Ken crossed the room, and they shared a light, playful kiss. Gently, he lifted her, and they made their way to his guest room, the night passing in laughter and stolen moments.

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

Herry said, his body swaying, almost collapsing. This was a typical symptom of low blood sugar. Emily quickly helped him to his room and let him lie down on the bed. "Wait here, I'll be right back." She ran downstairs, opened the fridge, and found a jar of honey among the gifts someone had sent a few days ago. She scooped a spoonful of honey into a cup and slowly dissolved it in warm water. She tasted it, finding it quite good. "Here," Emily brought the honey water upstairs and helped Herry sit up. "Drink this first."

I made a mental note to ask him about that later. “Yeah. But the party's over. Someone got stabbed." He walked over to the mini fridge, “Simone makes these awesome hangover killer drinks. Basically, it makes you throw up all the alcohol in your system and then you're good as new immediately.” “Who the heck is Simone?” “My girlfriend.” He pulled a cab of coke from the fridge. “Want one?” “yeah, sure.” He tossed me a can of coke and plopped himself on the bean bag.

Eventually, the police had no choice but to admit him to a psychiatric hospital. I learned about all of this while getting promoted twice at my new company, Apex Meridian Group. I bought a new home near the office and started dating someone new, Allison Pierce, a woman who didn’t care about my past. While planning our honeymoon, she suddenly asked, with a playful secrecy, what value a honeymoon held in my heart. I thought for a moment. "For someone you love, it’s priceless. For someone you don’t love, it costs a fortune." What would our honeymoon be worth?

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

A piece of bacon, a portion of eggs, and half of a pancake for breakfast. "Can't you find the honey?" Landon asks. I turn my attention to Alyanna. "I'll fetch it." It's possible that the honey we sell isn't actually honey at all; I'm not entirely certain. "Here it is." She brings a bottle of genuine honey with her and places it on the side table. It is something I need to keep in mind. I turn my attention to the food on Milly's plate. She has eggs that are runny and fried, butter on her pancakes, and chunks of bacon on her plate. Even if I don't need to remember it, I suppose it's still useful information to have.

I've attached book 2(the sequel for HIS) to book one, since it's difficult for you guys to find it on this site. This is the first chapter for the sequel, I hopeyou all enjoy. If you haven't already check out my book Theirs "How would that even work?" She asked looking at him. "I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling. "Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded.

"What about us?" The question made her stomach flutter. "What about us?" "Are we together? Or is this just sex?" Honey's heart pounded as she considered his question. What were they? "I don't know," she admitted. "Is it too soon to know? I'm not even divorced yet." "Soon enough." His chin rested on her shoulder. "But I want you in my life, and I want everyone to know you are mine." Tears pricked Honey's eyes unexpectedly. "You barely know me."

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”