Spicy Books Novels & Stories

“I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.” “Sounds enthralling,” Andre muttered, rolling his eyes for my benefit. “I assure you it was.” The bartender smoothly replaced the empty margarita pitcher with a fresh one, placing an empty glass in front of Roman. The Englishman nodded his head in thanks. “We read each other’s favorite books,” I explained. “Andre’s is Red Storm Rising.” “By that military tosser Tom Clancy?” Roman scoffed haughtily. “His books are overly stuffed with bollocks acronyms and officer jargon. It’s the rare case w

Irish smiled, admiring the way the glow of the fire made his hair glint. "So...we were talking about?"Ethan asked. "Huh? Yeah you were telling me a story about 'Y' Which has a tail and two branches" Irish said and they both laughed. "I love your collection of books" Irish said glancing round the library. One can spend years in reading all of the books here. "Thank you! But most of the novels here are Spic-fic novels,you might not find them interesting" Ethan said. "Yeah, i saw that when Gabrielle showed me the library" Irish said.

“I was exploring the theme of forbidden authority, Dr. Black. The way power makes everything hotter. Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it when you read it. I saw how you looked at me in class today. Like you wanted to shut me up by bending me over your desk.” He set the paper down, leaning forward on his elbows. His eyes darkened, and I could see the muscle in his jaw flex. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Ava. Challenging me publicly, then handing in filth like this. Students have been expelled for less. But you… you seem to thrive on it. Tell me, do you get off on pushing my buttons? Does it make that pretty little pussy of yours ache during my lectures?” Holy fuck. Hearing those words from h

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

All in all, it was much more information than I wanted to know. In Mexico, I was such a 'downer' that the other students (all male) hated me. I got up early and finished late, never going to the night spots. The other guys, thrilled they could drink at 18 and not 21 like here, got tanked every night. On our last night, they all carried paper bags with bottles wrapped within. My best friend, Roger, brought me one too. On the flight home, the bottles safely stored in our luggage, I asked what they contained. He said they were 'spanish fly', the so-called aphrodisiac to end all that would get the most prudish babe to rip off her clothes and volunteer for anything. I hadn't known that, or I woul

Harley said, cutting me off. I cursed myself in my mind. My habit of speaking too much had become a curse for me. Something would slip out one way or another. “It's public info.” Before she could argue, I asked, “So they just took everyone home?” “Yeah, keep trying to change the topic.” “I’m not changing the topic.” “Yes, you are. You always do this. Now I’m suspicious about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-related project. You literally are a Mafia encyclopaedia.”

He was staring at the view outside but I know his mind are on her. " I wish I have just like you." ### " Do you eat spicy foods?" Zeke asked me. We are now at the spicy restaurant and of course they serve spicy dishes. I love spicy foods. When I was young, I eat chillies as my hobby. "Of course! " I answered right away. The Zeke I saw before has changed. He grin at me as she points out the bowl of meet and chillies almost covering it. Well, that's what the poster said. There's also a grilled chili with mayo and a fried meat. My mouth became so watery as I imagined eating them.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Now. Instead of horror, a sick, intoxicating heat flooded my system. The taboo had just been reinforced with a steel frame. I looked at the bookshelf, imagining Silas on the other end, his expensive suit rumpled, his eyes wide with a depraved hunger. I wanted to destroy him with the sight of us.