Savor Novels & Stories

He scoops a spoonful of rice onto his plate and takes a bite. VIHAAN (savoring the taste) Mmm, Sukoon, this is incredible! It's like a burst of flavors in my mouth. Sukoon watches happily as Vihaan savors each bite, his eyes sparkling with joy. SUKOON (smiling) I'm glad you like it. Seeing you happy makes it all worth it. Vihaan reaches out and takes Sukoon's hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. VIHAAN (whispering)

With fervent prayers, I grasp my fork, praying my carefully constructed seduction will unfurl exactly as I envision. “Mmm, oh my! This tastes amazing," I draw out, allowing a low moan of pleasure to escape my lips as I savor the delectable flavors dancing on my taste buds. I can feel Nickolas's eyes on me, his gaze lingering as I take another deliberate bite, relishing in the sensation of his scrutiny. Yes, the first step is accomplished.

She screamed then glared at me as if that would stop me. I tsk when she attempts to close her legs and place my shoulders in between, so she can’t close them. An electric shiver courses through her when I lower my mouth to her core, hovering but not touching. She moans when I inhale deeply despite the slight embarrassment I sense in her. Aurora's flavor is divine, reminiscent of the memory from that fateful night after I laid my wife to rest. It's a taste that lingers on the tongue, rich with layers of sweetness and depth, evoking emotions buried deep within my soul.

She picked up the spoon and the bowl of soup and ate, forcing herself to take her time and really taste what she was eating. The food in the prison had been bland. It had been mostly oatmeal, boiled potatoes, unsalted eggs, and overdone meat. The soup she was eating tasted nothing like that, spicy and filling with meat and vegetables. She ate all of it and wanted to lick the bowl for more. Disappointed, she put down the bowl and eyed Oliveira with trepidation.

Steve was lost in thoughts. He could not forget the delicate arms with soft warmth wrapped around his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her lips with a compelling hunger he had never experienced in his entire life. He pried her mouth open, plunging into her mouth without hesitation. Saving the sweet vanilla flavour of her velvety tongue. She was like a breath of fresh air, very innocent and refreshing. He deepened the kiss drawing her lower lips into his mouth and sucked greedily.

The craving to have a taste of every dish on the table came from nowhere and she couldn’t hold it back, she dug into every plate on the table and chomped it down. As Blair continued to enjoy her meal, savoring the exquisite flavors, Ashier found himself captivated by her. He watched her with a soft smile, his eyes filled with love and admiration. The sight of her savoring the food, her joy and contentment evident, warmed his heart.

But there are no words to praise Den “Talented youth is different. I’m old, my brain has been worn down to a goldfish brain, three-second memory." Daisy chatted with the kids. Using her fingernail to press the star fruit veins. This part is acrid but less sour. No need for salt. Daisy took a bite, filling her teeth. Eyes closed, eyebrows wrinkled like monkeys eating ginger. When her body gradually adapts to the sour taste. Daisy still dared not chew. Squinting one eye, the mouth is so distorted that she dares to roll her eyes and lie without blinking, "God bless, terrible delicious."

As if I really wanted to separate. Olivia tasted amazing, just as I remembered it. I know I have anyone to compare that act with, since Olivia was the only one on whom I had practiced it, but I imagined that its flavor and aroma were the correct one. It was addictive. None of the absurdities that Eli read a few moments before. She moaned softly and bucked under my mouth. “Mark...” She breathed raggedly as one of my fingers began to penetrate her “Oh God. You... Mark... Suck a little... A little harder.”

A wine that tastes sweet is rare, but the bitterness kind of wine is common. The temporary burning sensation in your throat down to your senses brings you an ecstatic feeling. But those are just temporary emotions. As the daughter of a winery owner and the CEO for almost 10 years, I'm too eager to make a wine that tastes sweet, something that will let you feel that life isn't that bitter anyway. But how can I make it if my life itself is not that vibrant? My feelings are the reflection of every formula I make…that's why sometimes it becomes bland, tasteless.

He’s adorable. “This is an ceviche from salmon, cucumber salad and shiso, seasoned with sugar, lemon and ginger. Enjoy.” Marianna calls out and with a small bow she disappears back into the kitchen. I look down at the tasty food that lays on the plate, the scent is heavenly and I dig in. I have to hold back a moan from the taste, Goddess I missed decent food. When I look around I see the others also have dug into their dish, a satisfied expression on everyone’s face.