Spicy Authors Novels & Stories

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall went dark, unveiling the film's true leading lady. "Let's hear it for… Jenny Swisher! And a special shout-out to Jeremy Landon, our top screenwriter with over 10 billion dollars in box office earnings. This time, he didn't take a single penny for the script. "In fact, he put in 300 million dollars just to get Jenny as his star in his new film. Because she's his one and only leading lady, his muse!" Jenny stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and mocked, "Jean, you still can't beat me at anything after all these years. You loser!"

But something about its presence, the way it was there without explanation, paralyzed me. I bent down to pick it up. My fingers met the paper, smooth and cold. I turned it over for a long time before opening it, weighing it, feeling it, trying to guess its contents by touch alone. There was something about this paper, this black ink, that sent a chill down my spine. And heat elsewhere. Very hot. A wave of heat in the pit of my stomach, inexplicable, inappropriate.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

“Ever since you moved into our house after your mom married my dad.” Lila remembered that day clearly. She was twenty, fresh out of community college, angry at the world. Her mom had married Dr. Elias Voss, the strict literature professor. Lila moved into the big Voss house on campus. Marcus was twenty three, cocky and built from underground fights. The spark hit the first week. A shared look at dinner. Then a secret touch in the hallway. Soon they were sneaking around for rough sex all over campus.

She asked professionally while looking at the couple. “I can eat spicily but, not much,” Sicilia asked. “Spicy is fine,” Pete replied. “That courageous of you,” Maya said teasingly with a bright smile. Stephany spoke, “Not much with spicy food.” Maya looked at Alexander with chins up as if challenging him. He narrowed his eyes and replied, “Any spice level is fine.” Maya nodded expressionlessly, but in her mind, Well, I did ask. Let’s see if you can handle insanely spicy without your a*s bursting.

He liked working with the other editors in the erotica department office, it just wasn’t the same as spending most of his day with his friends. “You know my weakness now,” Darien said. “I can’t eat anything past a mild spicy rating. I just normally pretend the spice isn’t affecting me.” “I have no idea what I’m going to do with this new information,” Zach replied with a laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Sloane, one of the waitresses, asked. Jonathan approached discreetly, watching as Izzy explained all the challenges she faced because of her young age. "If you don't close your mouth, the drool will soon start to run "he teased me. ""Don't mind him, Gustaf," Michelle Manning, our sommelier with whom Jonathan was infatuated, returned in a low tone. I didn't bother to reply, knowing he was picking on me. "How did you meet a chef from Miami? "Jonathan wanted to know.