Spicy Excerpts Novels & Stories

" Angrily Jacob walked out the room and Xavier wanted to stop him but he felt like vomiting again so he ran to the washroom. Ring! Ring! "Hello!" "Hi, I am Amyra." "What do you want now?" Jacob's voice didn't sound so pleasant to her ears. "What's wrong? You sound angry at me. Is he ok?" "Do you think a person who's allergic to spicy foods will be ok after eating them in the early morning?" Amyra was shocked as hell. No way! What was Jacob saying? "Spicy? I don't understand." "You don't understand? You cooked spicy foods for him and he ate them. Now because of

I started crying as soon as I took the first bite of food in my mouth because of the chili. "What are you talking about, Mr. Woods?" I merely used regular spices in my dish. She took a bite out of her dish and ate it with ease. "Ms. Parker, do you not feel at all chilly in this food?" How does she consume so much spicy food so slowly? "No, Mr. Woods, I think the food is delicious. Do you eat anything spicy?" She gave me a perplexed glance. "I enjoy spicy cuisine, Ms. Parker, but this dish has way too much chili." I could not quit wiping away tears.

He even sent a message, "These chicken legs are so fragrant, thumbs up!" After a while, he deliberately posted a plate of stir-fried shrimp and deep-fried spare ribs. Elric wrote, "Not only is this shrimp fragrant, but it also has a fresh sweetness, delicious!" He added, "First time trying spicy spare ribs, so tasty!" Lindsay commented, "I also love this shrimp dish, so flavorful!" Wendy said, "I love the spicy spare ribs, so fragrant." Leslie added, "I prefer the fried meat, it's more delicious than anything I’ve had before."

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

Stephan approached the table, his eyes still wary and pulled a chair for me. He settled into his seat then took off the cover of the dishes. His eyes snapped to mine in an instant. “You hate spicy food.” He said calmly, his face covered with more suspicion. “Are you trying to kill yourself and frame me?” Sweat flowed down my back and gathered into the band of my skirt. “I..I don't hate it..” “You said it gave you a really bad reaction and you've steered clear of it throughout your stay here.” Fuck! Fuck!

When the food arrived, he kept serving Siena, while Kimberly sat silently, barely eating anything. Noticing her lack of enthusiasm, Daniel asked, "Why aren't you eating?" "I can't handle spice," she replied flatly. Daniel paused, surprised. Kimberly often cooked spicy meals, so he had assumed she enjoyed them too, never noticing her true taste. Guilt stirred in him, and he grabbed the menu. "I'll order you something else. What would you like?" "No need. You guys enjoy your meal," she refused. Before he could insist, a passerby spotted Siena. "Ms. Siena Gallegos... and Mr. Daniel Carter?"

The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

“The spiced lamb is my specialty. Sit. I’ll make you a plate.” I sat on a low wooden stool beside the stall, trying to ignore how my cock was already starting to stir. She worked quickly, her body moving with natural confidence; her hips swaying, breasts bouncing lightly with each motion. Every time she turned, I caught glimpses of her smooth, shaved pussy and the soft jiggle of her ass. She handed me a plate piled high with hot lamb, flatbread, roasted vegetables, and a spicy sauce. The first bite was pure heaven. I groaned in pleasure, closing my eyes as the flavors exploded on my tongue.

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.

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses