Savor Novels & Stories

“Mmm…boys wanted savory. Bacon is on the menu.” I see his nostrils flare. Shit, he can smell my arousal. “You’re on my menu. I’m not on a diet, darling. I’m on a try it.” He growls softly in my ears as he inhales my scent. “Full fat has all the flavor.” And he licks my mark, “Delicious.”

But instead of swallowing it all, he bit off one end and then tried to place it between my lips. The mingled smell of salmon and the vivid, scandalous image in my mind overwhelmed my senses. I opened my mouth slightly, letting the salmon rest on my tongue. The taste was fresh, cool, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. I felt an unexpected rush of excitement and addiction building inside me. “If given the chance, I’d like to taste the salmon with your body temperature and taste especially the taste of that private part,” he said, his voice a sultry invitation straight from the Devil himself.

But Leonardo chooses that moment to lick my ears, making me lose it. “Yes baby, moan for me. When you make this sound, you remind me of something dubious, and incredibly tempting, like a fallen angel. How can someone so innocent be so sensual and tempting at the same time? You mess with my head, igniting thoughts I never imagined a cold person like me to have. You made my dead heart beat again.” He whispers and scoops up the sticky liquid from between my thighs, while his other hand turns my face to watch him lick and suck it off his fingers. Yuck! Disgusting. But why does watching him suck his fingers send those shivers shooting through my body?

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

Flavors of death, liquid smoke, paprika, and fear tantalize my tastebuds in a rewarding manner. “My Lord, I will deploy Adam to follow the Bridge home, and when she is alone, he will take her into custody.” “Yes, I want her brought to me quickly, as the Avatar of Visha has awakened,” I say while squishing grapes in my mouth. This is my age to savor, the age of darkness, where I rule mortals and immortals and I will not allow Visha to cut my time down with her disgusting golden light.

Blythe pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation as she seemed to lose control. Kai didn’t hesitate. He immediately began to devour her eagerly, his tongue skillfully exploring her folds and sending waves of intense sensation through Blythe's body. She arched in response, her hands gripping his hair tightly as the pleasure surged through her. The intensity of the sensations was overwhelming, and she pressed his face even closer to her core, urging him deeper.

Olivia had just entered her work room when her eyes caught something on her desk. The woman found her favorite pink rose. There was a box of sandwiches and also avocado juice in the bottle. And the avocado juice brand is the brand that the woman always buys. Her smile was perfect. Now she feels really very happy. Olivia was very happy to get a surprise like this from Andrew. The woman was already touching the receiver on the phone on her desk when her eyes caught a greeting card stuck to a flower.

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!

"They were all loved." "That's the same thing." --- Autumn has come. The garden gave its last tomatoes. I harvested the herbs, hung them to dry in the kitchen. I moved slower now — not because I was old, but because I was no longer in a hurry. "You're slowing down," Sofia said during a visit. "I'm savoring it." "What's the difference?" "Slowing down is about speed. Savoring is about presence." --- The waves crashed. The stars shone.

“The journey back to true taste is a long one. But you have found the first, most crucial steps. Remember what you have learned here. Remember the power of connection, and the enduring truth of authentic flavor.” As they prepared to leave the guild hall, the scent of real food clinging to their clothes like a badge of honor, Bima felt a profound shift. The phantom hunger was gone, replaced by a genuine, healthy appetite. Not for convenience, not for manufactured bliss, but for the honest, challenging, and infinitely rewarding journey of discovering taste. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, Bima felt truly prepared, armed not just with knowledge, but with the profound, rest