Spice Novels & Stories

Not one, and as I pull away from her neck, I'm panting like I've run a damn marathon. She slips slightly against my hold, and I press my hand against the shower, tightening my other arm around her. "Goddamn, woman," I breathe deeply, her scent rushing through my pleasure receptors. I love this scent, it's everything she is. Coconut with a hint of spice. I've never thought of a more accurate description of the woman I'm holding in my arms right now. And knowing she came to me? Fuck, that does everything to me, makes me feel like I'm fucking bulletproof.

Cian tuggeda ther hair and tried ot make words, and Bianca pecked him on the nose, giggling. Today, Barry the Biker’s old lady was serving her classic Jamaican jerk chicken with rice and peas. For that, the chicken was marinated in a fiery blend of spices—scotch bonnet peppers, allspice (pimento), thyme, garlic, and ginger—then slow-grilled or smoked for that signature smoky, spicy flavour. Rice and peas, which actually means rice cooked with red kidney beans or gungo peas, simmered in coconut milk, garlic, and thyme, was the classic side dish. A popular Jamaican meal, Sylvie prepared it to perfection, claiming that her great-gr

Nate realized what he was asking, he swallowed and let his tongue to caress the upper part of his inner lips, as if he was thirsty, Spade's eyes followed his the movement of his tongue, wishing he could let his own tongue to caress Nate's mouth like that, he wanted to know if Nate's lips tasted, exactly the way they looked, like strawberries, but with no sugar, natural like the taste of cold, chilled water. He could feel his own mouth water with desire, his mouth was lusting for a taste of Nate's lips. "Do you mean bad as in evil, killing and mafia stuff, or bad as in.... You know" he muttered the last part out, feeling his face go hot, if he was looking at himself now, he'd be sure he'd tur

Immediately, there was a chorus of agreement, and the anticipation rose. Melanie glanced at Cyrus, feeling that her master was indeed a brilliant strategist. His prediction actually came true. "For the second round of the competition, the theme will be spices. Same rules apply: twenty types of spices, with both contestants simultaneously identifying them. Judging will be based on accuracy and time taken!" The old butler announced the rules. Soon after, the York family’s servants went up the stage and removed the medicinal herbs brought by Charles, and, after a brief cleanup, brought in two long tables filled with

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Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.

Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,”

I stared at him, genuinely annoyed by the question. “I could handle spice.” I nudged him and ordered the highest spice level on the menu to show him I could hold my ground, but after a few bites in, I was sitting with my mouth open, my tongue peeking out like it was on fire as my nose ran with water, sweat, and my stomach hot. Fuck! They weren't joking about the spice. Who the fuck eats this? Orion fanned my face and then handed me a warm milk to soothe my tongue.

Spice asked in a broken voice and Royal stood up "Hey,are you crazy? What are you talking about??....." "Yes I'm crazy!! I'm crazy in love with you!! Why can't you see?!!!" Spice screamed. "Geez" Royal groaned and roughed his hair. "Where are you?" He asked. "I'm home" Spice replied. "I'm coming okay? Don't do anything stupid" Royal muttered and hung up. "You're going to her?" Angel asked. "She might do something crazy....."

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

"Ha-ha-ha. Just go slowly. Don't press the knife too hard." Meanwhile, at another table, the girls were busy mixing spices. Caroline brought a large bowl containing garlic, shallots, chili peppers, and some other spices. "Stefany, please grind this garlic," Caroline asked, handing over a mortar and pestle. "Ready!" Stefany replied, starting to grind the garlic. Marsha, who was squeezing lime juice, commented, "I really like the smell of these spices. It will taste delicious later." "Of course!" Caroline chimed in. "We'll add a little honey for sweetness, then spread it on the fish before grilling.