Spicy Flings Novels & Stories

I expected him to create a scene, to tell the whole crowd about how I was just under him last night, but then he did what I did not expect at all. He smirked. A slow and cruel one. One that speaks to me that he was enjoying my fear, that he was in fact savouring it. Then lazily and somewhat deliberately, he mouthed the words, “Surprise, surprise, Mrs Moreti.”

Gurgling and screaming incoherently, Abigail jerked and flailed as Imam Tariq, cumming so hard inside of his little Catholic fuck-puppet, was lost in his own pleasures and continued his intentional defilement of her sweet pussy with her own Holy Symbol. He shot loads upon loads of cum inside her and Abigail’s cunt could no longer endure the vigorous fuck and she had no control as she released all the juices she had built up. Pussy juice frothed at her beet-red pussy lips, a bubbly soup that helped lubricate the drilling cock and the wickedly wonderful cross as it fucked her cunt in and out.

I didn't know either as it turned out but apparently, no one listened to any of my explanations and just went on to assume that I was probably his latest fling. I hated being associated with that word. I wasn't anyone's fling and I sure as hell didn't want to be Erik's fling if at all I ever decided to do flings at whichever point of my life. He wasn't my type of guy, he was way too rich for me and didn't really fit into my simple way of life, but as it turned out, I was still powerless to stop the wild gossip and complete jealousy that haunted my every move just from that one harmless evening.

My eyes trailed off to Chris who was sneaking in another treat. She didn’t wait for my answer, spinning around flipping her hair in my face, “I’m going in, “ she gleamed, and without further notice, walked towards Chris, leaving me gagging trying to get the taste of her hairspray out of my mouth, “ yes, you do that, flippy," I gagged. I approached the two with a slight sigh, maintaining a short distance. Britney had snuck up on Chris from behind, covering his eyes with her hands so naturally now we had reached the awkward part, his hand’s feeling up her arm to get a clue of who it was.

He smiled at Winnie as she happily swung her legs back and forth, taking a big bite of pizza and looking back at Ace like he hung the moon. Looking over at the pizza selection since my stomach has started rumbling. 1) cheese, 1) pepperoni 1) meat lovers 1) margarita 1) Hawaiian, and 1) mushroom, green olive, sausage, and garlic. When I see the last one, my heart skips a beat making my eyes water. He remembered my favorite. My eyes look up, meeting his, and he only smirks at me. I pick up a piece and savor the taste of comfort. After I finish eating, Ace stands up and looks down at Winnie. “Are you ready to see your surprise?”

“Really you find that finny.” “Well I mean come on.” She said as she laughed even harder. “There are other terms for the same process as well. However this allows us to cook the chicken all the way through quicker. He have about two more hours of daylight and now this will be dinner maybe in three hours.” Micha said. “So you just remove the spine?” she asked as she looked more closely. But how are you gonna cook that on the fire?” “Sweetheart if you haven’t guessed this place it special.” Micha said with a deep laugh. “We do have some things here. There is a spit rotator of there near the wall of the ridge. We will just put it on that and let it go.”

she asked showing her the menu page by page. "I want waffles and strawberry syrup". Niyola soft voice answered. Franca ordered for what Niyola asked for and was going through a magazine to check for apartment when Niyola said. "aunty Franca are we still going to be killed by the bad guys?" Franca let out a deep sigh "No honey we are safe now. I will call aunty Lola that we are safe now and tell her we are in Las Vegas." okay. Niyola just nodded

When Sophie finally looked up, she saw the huge platter of wings and complained again, “What’s this? Some kind of soggy mess?” “They’re buffalo wings. Stop acting like you’ve never seen them before.” “Aren’t buffalo wings supposed to be spicy?” “They are, but I got mild ones for you. I didn’t want to fuel your temper with something spicy.” She gave up. “I wanted something really spicy.” “Well, there’s hot sauce over there.” “That’s not spicy!” “It’s better than nothing. Stop complaining.” With the babies in my belly, there were three of us. Yet, Sophie ate more than I did despite her protests. It stressed me out.

I say, relieved when the waiter returns with a grilled platter of sizzling wings, a dipping sauce, our hot drinks, and a bottle of water. “Thanks.” Marcel says and I find myself admiring him. Was it strange that I wanted to brush my hand down his jaw? His dark chocolate eyes are watching me, and I suddenly feel thirsty. I look away, licking my lips. “So, do you like spicy food? These hot wings they have here are really tasty, and super spicy.” “I actually do. I tend to eat mild food with Corrado, but I do enjoy my spices. I do like eating green chillies by themselves.”

''Oh my God, was it that horrible? He held up a finger as he down his glass of wine, then start chugging down mine. ''Are you ok?'' ''Why is it so spicy?'' ''Oh, because I made spicy chicken and broccoli stir-fry.'' I smiled. Jasper gagged. ''I don't normally eat my food with this much kick to it.'' "Sorry.'' Jasper held up a hand. “It's good. Just never expected it to be so spicy." "Are you only saying that to not hurt my feelings?"