Spice 소설 & 이야기

Léon My mouth finds her, full, open, burning. I taste her, truly, for the first time. Without barrier. Her pure, complex, intoxicating essence. I drink her. My tongue explores every fold, every secret recess, finds the nerve center, pulsing, and lingers there with delicate cruelty. I eat her. As one consumes an offering. With devotion and voracity.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

It was manageable and as long as it was going to satisfy his hunger, then he'd eat it. He was halfway through the food when he saw that a packet of spice had come along the tray. He had failed to notice it since. No wonder the food didn't have flavour at first. He poured the spice over the meal and it tasted much better. He continued eating and then finished the food.

The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the cabin, mixing with the rain and my broken moans. Jesus Christ. He ate pussy like he was starving for it. Every long, filthy lick sent sparks up my spine. I could feel how wet I was, how easily his tongue slid through my folds. My hips rolled against his face without permission. The pressure built fast, too fast, and I didn’t try to hold it back.

Miles led him to a stand still setting up, where at least a dozen bags of rainbow spices and herbs tumbled in mounds across the shelves. The stand smelled heavenly, unlike anything Aiden had ever experienced. He released Miles’s hand to bend over and inhale deeply, trying to decipher each spice from its pungent and colorful aroma, but he didn’t recognize any of them. Miles took a tiny pinch of a rich yellow powder and held it to his nose. “Turmeric,” he smiled, and held it out for him to smell too. “And freshly ground, too.” “How can you tell?” Aiden’s lungs felt fuzzy at the strong scent. He itched his nose. “I don’t recognize

The man's gaze was truly serene and managed to excite any girl. Now Jazlyn is trying to calm herself from Ace Morin's gaze. "I didn't dream of you. I dreamed of eating hot noodles that's why I sighed. Hmm.. it really tastes very delicious until now," replied Jazlyn while still trying to stay calm and avoid Ace Morin's gaze. "Really? Can noodles really make you sigh like that?" asked Ace Morin again who didn't believe Jazlyn's answer. "Of course. Freshly cooked noodles and very spicy. It can really make you sigh."

They got their motors out of the mud and the friendly race to the beachside began. "This steak is so good!" Maureen licked the sauce of her hands. "Apparently it's suya." Raymond said to Maureen. "The taste of the powdered sauce is quite exotic." Jack licked his fingers. "And spicy too." "Don't dare." Tequila said to Maureen who tried to take a dizzy drink. "Whatcha mean?" "Don't take carbonated drinks or sodas when eating something spicy, it goes straight to your brain. Speaking from personal experience." She said and Maureen opted for fresh juice.

"Just go... Fluck a oopdicorn - oondicorn? Oonicorn?" "Unicorn? Go fuck a unicorn?" "Yaws." "Yes." "Noth 'yeth', yaws. A skim condithion. Mainly in choldren." Since when does he have a lisp? Cole collapses in my lap again, the weight of his sweaty head making it difficult to press the pedals of the car, luckily Zack arranged for an automatic car for me. So Cole isn't obstructing anything unless I need to pur the car in reverse. When Coles drunk he either spews facts or tells me to have sexual intercourse with random things; I'm soon realizing. Well drunk words sober thoughts, right? Don't they say drunk people need to drink water to get sober? I'm going with that...

“Liberty, why does it smell so spicy?” Liberty wore gloves, a mask, and a pair of goggles. “There are plenty of people in Wiltspoon, and their tastes vary. Many like spicy food.” Liberty’s hands kept moving as she spoke. “If the chili sauce is made well, maybe there’ll be more returning customers.” Wiltspoonians did not really fancy spicy food, but of course, there was still a handful of them who enjoyed it. The general Wiltspoonians had a lighter palate and they liked making soups. “Are the pickled beans ready?”

Once there Lanna checked us in and we all headed up to the penthouse, we thought we would be getting separate rooms but Lanna informed us that dad insisted we stick together so that meant sharing a living space together which was a bit of a drag having to share with a batty old hag but with a bit of luck she would piss off sight seeing so me and Acre could get on with finding our mates. Once we were settled into our rooms, me and Acre were ready to start our search "ok" Acre said to me "So what first?" "Dinner, then a nice early night" Lannas voice came from behind me making me whip around "What?" "Mmmmm yes I think ill have fish and chips, its the national dish here you know" "What we want