Silk And Honey Novels & Stories

“Who he’s met is an old friend of ours. If you don’t come here and look I’ll have to drag you.” Augustus was about through with the biscuits anyway. He had to use a forefinger to capture the absolute last drop of honey, which was just as sweet licked off a finger as it was when eaten on good sourdough biscuits. “Newt, did you know honey is the world’s purest food?” he said, getting up. Newt had heard enough lectures on the subject to have already forgotten more than most people ever know about the

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "Why did you get the honeycomb?" Sirene asked when she saw Soheila taken the honeycomb from the beehive. "For honey," Soheila answered and went towards Sirene. Soheila nodded and grasped her arms as they went back to the group. "So, we only need to fill seven jars," Hector said when he saw Soheila and Sirene went towards them. "I guess we won't take long before we--"

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

KYLA'S POV The honey felt like more than just a liquid; it felt like the very blood of the world, thick and ancient, pressing against my skin with a heat that was almost erotic in its intensity. As I stood there, waist-deep in the golden pool, the silver glow from my scars intensified until I was a beacon of light in the middle of the shimmering lake. I looked at Clovis, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps as the power thrummed through my veins like a thousand racing hearts.

She then whispers seductively into his ears, licking his lobe with her tongue. “I’m going to coat a part of my body with honey and lay on the table in front of you, you have to find the honey with only your tongue, nothing else. Are you ready to play?”

Two people bound by choices, by survival, by something that felt dangerously like love trying to find its place among ruins. They pulled apart just as Ines’s coded alert flashed across the monitor: COMMUNICATION INTERCEPTED — THE HARROW SPEAKS. Varian exhaled, the warmth between them replaced instantly by steel. “Patch it through,” he said. The audio crackled to life, The Harrow’s voice smooth, amused. “Kole. Sable. Builders of peace. Do you know what the city calls you now? The Empire of Mercy.” Varian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?”

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

She poured a T figure across my torso connecting my nipples and then a straight line down my abs to the base of my cock. This liquid was even hotter than the syrup, it sent chills down the rest of my body. She began to lick and suck alternately at the golden honey and take it slowly into her mouth. Halfway down my abs, she rose over the top of me and gave me a mouthful of the honey and mixed it into my mouth with her skillful tongue. I wanted to pull her on top of me and start fucking her right then, but I was enjoying all the added attention and sensations.

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”