Spicy Excerpts Novels & Stories

"Why aren't you eating, Zachary? Don't you like to eat with me?" "No," Zachary went to work right then. "Of course I love being with you." Lulu diligently put more chunks of seafood in his plate then. "It's good. You should have more." Zachary had a low tolerance for spicy food in the first place. Greasy, spicy food like this was basically torture to him! However, he did not want to be a killjoy since Lulu was eating happily, so he braced himself as he stuffed the food down his mouth.

Poker Night Slut (3) While I was licking it off my toes and foot, I showed it on my tongue, swallowed it down, then gave the guys either a wink or a smile. It did taste good, but I exaggerated my reaction to get them worked up, saying things like, “Mmmmmm, that’s delicious,” or, “I love it.” They reacted immediately, muttering things like, “Oh my God, she’s nasty,” and, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. That is one twisted, sick bitch.”

After finishing the entire glass, Liam finally felt the burning ease. "I've had spicy food before," he said honestly. "But this kind sneaks up on you. It doesn't hit right away--and by the time you realize it, it's already too late. I suppose I made a fool of myself." "That's normal," Hugh replied. "I've learned the hard way too. You think it's mild, take a big bite--and when the heat kicks in, it's like taking a shot of strong liquor. Completely overwhelming." "At least it was me," Liam said, glancing at Cecilia, who was still trying not to laugh. He genuinely doubted she'd survive it--she'd probably end up in the ER.

But with a little kid present, was it really okay to serve such spicy dishes? Leif’s cooking was genuinely good. Since spicy food can stimulate the appetite, she took several bites. Noticing that Leif and Gale barely touched their food, she paused and casually asked, “Mr. Vexley, do you also like spicy food?” She hadn’t paid attention to what Leif was eating, but since he cooked the dishes himself, she naturally assumed he liked spicy food too. Gale poked the plate with his spoon, then looked at Leif. Leif picked up a piece of boiled pork slices, calmly put it in his mouth, chewed without a change in expression, then swallowed. “Hmm, Miss Carrington, you like spicy too?”

He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan. We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy dick slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his cum. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

Waves like electricity stung him and he moaned, soiling her with the last of his seeds. Kiara rolled, sighed in her sleep, and popped her eyes open when the smell of burnt rice wafted towards her. She didn't recall putting anything on fire, she shoved the duvets from her body. Her hands glided across her stomach, she paused wondering what slimy substance was on her body.

“I'll order something.” I glanced through the menu indecisively and sighed. Even my favourite meal didn't make me excited like it used to. I turned to the waiter. “Just get me anything spicy.” He blinked. “Yeah, something spicy.” I needed something to distract me from this crazy thought. “How spicy?” “Spicy enough to make me cry..” Scott laughed softly. "That's crazy... Are you sure you're fine? Why would you want to cry?" "I'm fine." “Alright, Ms. Coming right up.” The waiter said.

"Don't mind if I do." She dug her fork close to the side of his plate, grinning as he stared, mouth agape when she made off with a good chunk of rice. With her hand underneath the fork, she led it to her mouth. "That's good. That's really good." Her mind was already picking apart the ingredients. “It’s not too spicy, but it has a hint of everything.” “Of course, the first thing you pinpoint is the spiciness.” “I can’t help it.”

How was she supposed to know whether they were delicious or not? She took a bite of the crab meat. It tasted good. Their chef did a good job at it. Valery had eaten a lot, too. Pregnant women craved for spicy food the most. Zac had been building his immunity against spicy food. He placed a piece of spicy crab in his mouth and yet his face didn't change at all. He didn't gulp down cold water as usual. Seeing this, Hazel gave him a thumbs up. "Very good! Icy guy! You've made progress!"