Honey Poems Novels & Stories

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

Who is the person to give all this? “Hazel, pride of my mansion! I am pleased to see you. Good morning, how did you sleep, huh?” Honey was dripping from her tongue but alas, the honey was mixed with sugar. Something fake and indigestible. “Come here, we’ve got a big deal and I want to go there and take care of my customers, as we know how beautiful you are…” she threw a fake smile in her direction. Like always!

Mighty day! Begins again! They value those who have been hunt by death over life! “Let’s celebrate it”, I said. Honey said, “It's a dew drop missing for it is summer.” Honey said as normally as she could, “Can we channelise emotions released by thoughts of disease and/ or death.”

"Now hold still." "Why—" I drizzled honey over her chest. Sticky. Sweet. Coating her skin. "This is going to get messy," she breathed. "That's the idea." I leaned down. Licked. Following the trail of honey. Tasting it and her. Better than anything I'd ever tasted. My tongue circled her nipple through the lace. The honey making it stick. Making it cling. I sucked. Hard. She arched. Pushing into my mouth. "More?" I asked.

Queenie Qamra was still laughing in her cynicism and sarcasm blending each other. “Among those four moon cakes, there is one in which I put honey inside… For the three others, I put a kind of deadly arsenic inside… hahaha… Should you be quite lucky, you will end up eating the moon cake with the honey inside, Columba Rajadi. I’ve never thought before you’re very lucky owing to the fact you have such a caring and attentive husband beside you, Columba Rajadi. But, I won’t stop until here! I won’t stop until here! I’ll try another way to send you to hell next time! Just wait for my next surprise, Columba Rajadi!”

Is it even healthy for me to be eating this much of it? Honestly, I don’t care. My wolf purrs whenever I’m savoring some, so I’m going to say it is a good thing. I lick my lips as I stare hungrily at the piece of toast while I slowly drizzle the honey across it. As I take a deep breath and inhale the honey aroma, my wolf once again purrs while he wags his tail. Why does the smell of honey have such an effect on us? Oh, I wish I knew why.

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

Her hair was damp, dripping with dew, and her skin glowed like the sun's rays. She raised her face to him when she sensed someone was at the door, her smile widening when she saw him. "Ah, here you come" "But where do you always hide for so long?" she exclaimed, "I"ve just been thinking of you, look…" She chanted her fingers dipped in liquid honey, flowing in thin lines towards her arm, exciting the condensation of his saliva and seductive tone, "I watched a movie a while ago where a woman was dipped in honey with her lover licking them off her fingers." She sighed dreamily, continuing, "That day, I thought of you, wondering… Do you prefer honey or blood?" ?»

Honey and Tems lay entangled in the soft embrace of the bed, their breaths mingling in the air. The room was dimly lit, radiating flickering shadows across their entangled bodies. After their passionate make-out session, Tems's voice cracked the silence, his voice filled with curiosity. "Why are you here, Honey?" he asked, his voice deep and tinged with a hint of uncertainty. He was peering into her eyes, digging through for answers. Honey hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on a distant point at the wall. Hence, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the truth she was about to share with him.

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.