Honey Poems Novels & Stories

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.

On one Friday afternoon, the two ladies Nanna and Angelina were in the kitchen, busy chatting while preparing lunch when Honey flew in. "Hey honey, I love you!" Angelina instantly beamed. "Aww, my sweetie pie! Where have you been all day? I've been looking for you since morning! Don't tell me you've gotten yourself a new colorful and feathery sweetheart in the neighborhood and forgotten all about me?" Nanna chuckled. "That would have been great news for my chico! He'll definitely be pleased and relieved if your honey is not glued with you all the time!" Giggling, Angelina responded,

His thumbs are running up and down to caress her red cheeks . " You know what ... When you eat that spicy food .. you became mad crazy when your mouth was on fire , in burning pain ... And you need water and when I was taking it away you fought back and wouldn't let me to take it away from you .. And now you're good why because of this sweet honey . .. Same thing .. Parth was also became crazy when he got to know that his rooh has ranaway .. If Parth is a burning fire then rooh is a honey for him to get ease ..

He lathed his tongue where his finger had traveled and absorbed her taste. "Honey, god...ahhh." He laughed huskily then growled against her quivering flesh. "I am the honey god, and you, my sweet goddess, taste like ambrosia." He didn't care that the words sounded corny and with another flick of his tongue, neither did she.

Others are born with an innate allure that makes your mind wander the instant you see them… Honey was that kind. She was genuinely proper, never meaning to tempt anyone—but nature had blessed her with a seduction that came effortlessly. A tilt of her brow, a smile, a single glance—it could leave a man weak in the knees. Ray was already letting his thoughts wander. "I have powers!" Honey exclaimed, excitement sparkling in her voice. She hadn't noticed the gleam in Ray's eyes. "What kind of powers?" he asked, barely restraining his hands. Tsk, tsk… that curve of hers.

Elowen needed medicine for her persistent cough, a shepherd had gashed his hand badly on a broken fence, and a little girl had been stung by three bees and insisted she was "definitely dying right now." "You'll survive," I assured her gently, applying a soothing paste. "I promise." "...Really? Are you sure?" she asked with wide eyes. "I'm very confident. I've seen much worse stings." She considered that carefully. "Can I still have honey on my bread even though the bees were mean?" I smiled. "I think that would make the bees feel victorious if you stopped eating honey." The little girl gasped dramatically. "We can't let them win! I'll eat extra honey."

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.

"Brought you one. Black, no sugar. Just the way you like it." Thomas looked at the coffee, then at Finn. "You didn't have to do that." "I know," Finn said with a grin. "But I wanted to. Consider it a bribe for the good stuff." Thomas took the coffee and handed over a jar of wildflower honey. "This one's fresh from yesterday. The clover bloom is going strong." Finn unscrewed the lid and sniffed, his eyes closing. "God, that smells incredible. You're a wizard, Thomas. A honey wizard."

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves I dont know when iam fallen for nishanth he is a nice guy but I don't know whether he also hav

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.