Radioapple Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

A slice of warm apple pie — we all both know such things are nothing more than fantasies at this point. Olivia grabs a juice box, turning it over and reading the faded label. The expiration date has long since passed. "Players can't be choosers we know that," she says wryly, stabbing the straw into the box and taking a long sip. A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet."

Rowan, the sweet tooth she is, was definitely obsessed with this one. Mango Chili Tango was a golden scoop of mango sorbet with a surprising hint of chili and lime zest. Each bite alternated between sweet, spicy, and tangy—a daring yet delightful flavor adventure. This, surprisingly, was Lyn’s favorite. I always pegged him for a sweet tooth like Rowan. Guess I was wrong.

Eli was still in a good mood. "Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow," Natalie said, then hung up the phone and quietly turned on the recording. She put the phone in her pocket and said to Bettany, "I'm sorry. What kind of dishes do the Young Masters like to eat?" "Oh, it's fine. Well, Ralph likes apples and nuggets, but he doesn't like spicy food. He can't stand spicy food. As for Dante, his adopted parents are from H City, and people there like spicy food very much, so Dante also likes spicy food," Bettany Hadley said enthusiastically.

He found my lips again as he slowly unbuttoned my pants. “I am going to make you wash that dirty mouth of yours.” He carried me over and laid me on the desk as my pants were being ripped off and leaving me in my laced panties. “I love when they match.” He whispered. He ripped his shirt off his back and man he was ripped. He ran his palm from my chest down to my stomach as he found my sweet spot and moved them to the side before indulging himself in my sweet spot. His tongue met my beat and completely soaked my panties that were still on me. I didn’t think anything could be so great. He eventually slid them off me before getting back to town and not before he slipped his middle finger in me c

Those guys know how to keep everyone happy. “Oh I could go spicy, but I don’t think that’s wise while you guys are healing.” Avalon spoke up before anyone said anything. Asrar agreed with her, he could go for some spicy Indian food. “Well I’m good with anything.” Ryan happily smiled though his heart broke for his mate. He caught Rosalie's eyes and smiled. He knew if there was anything she felt the same. ‘Could you pick up something spicy Indian food for Asrar and Avalon. They both want spicy and maybe some spaghetti for me and Ryan. I have a craving for that with meatballs.’ Rosalie messaged back. Asrar kissed her cheek.

With what must be a paling face, I stare up at the nun smoking a cigarette, choking when I realize it's Daria. The billboard says, "Forbidden Fruit Taste The Best," and then it switches to a website where you can read her story. There is a small text about her cancer and that she is finally living her life again, enjoying her forbidden fruit—whatever the fuck that means! "Killian?" Jenny asks, following my gaze to the billboard before turning around and aiming her massive smile my way. "Pretty right? I've already read her story. Her name is Daria, and her forbidden fruit is falling in love despite having cancer. It's so romantic. She is deeply in love with someone she calls Mr. Mysterious, b

I hadn't even replied as she dipped her fork in my Reuben sandwich, and stab the tasty bits then pass her sexy lips and moaned, as she praises the deliciousness of the fattening meat and cheese goodness. "Oh my, I could be dead right now and die happily after tasting that. The grease, the meat, and that forbidden fat. It will go to my belly lining for sure. But right now I don't freaking care. You're a bad influence here Gary!" She said seriously but took another stabbed at my sandwich making me laugh. Then her food arrived, and she let out her sexy moan making me instantly hard. Damn!

She took it, her fingers lacing with his as they stepped out into the evening Charlotte’s eyes were everywhere at once. “Look at that!” she exclaimed, pointing to a stall piled high with heirloom tomatoes in every shade of red, orange, and purple. “I’ve never seen tomatoes that color before” Johnny grinned, already steering her toward it. “Try one. They’re sweeter than candy” She did… biting into a small golden one the vendor handed her. Juice burst across her tongue, bright and tangy-sweet. “hmmm… Oh my God” she moaned. “Buy some. All of each color please”

Sarael shrugged, popping one of the honey prosciutto wrapped apple slices into her mouth. “Wow. So I didn’t really expect honey and the apple to go that well with crispy prosciutto. Actually, I didn’t expect to like it at all since I don’t eat pork,” Sarael frowned, eyeing another one on her plate before popping it into her mouth. I arched an eyebrow and looked at Sybille.

She was still wearing her doo rag, but it now seemed somehow decorative. Juicy turned on the radio and seemed to fall perfectly into a professional persona. She hummed softy and picked up a cape which she draped around his shoulders. With a delicate touch that surprised him, Juicy fastened the cape snuggly around his neck. Troy tried to ignore the sight of her rounded breast just at his eye level.