Spicy Flings Novels & Stories

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."

The walls were covered with vintage Italian posters, and a massive wood-fired oven dominated the back wall. "What looks good?" I asked, scanning the chalkboard menu. "You pick. I trust your judgment." I approached the counter where a bearded man greeted us. "What can I get you ladies?" "One large Margherita and one large..." I glanced at the specialty options. "What's the 'Inferno'?" "Spicy soppressata, calabrian chilies, hot honey. Not for the faint of heart." He mimed wiping sweat from his brow. "Perfect. We'll take that too."

"Really?" Miranda asked. Paul nodded. "Yes." Miranda took a deep breath. "Thank you. I feel much better." Paul watched her collect her emotions and felt slightly more relieved. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "I remember that there's a decent Dolorian restaurant nearby." After giving it some thought, Miranda didn't reject his offer. The Dolorian restaurant's signature dish was spicy wings. However, Paul couldn't really take spice, so they ordered a mix of honey-glazed and spicy wings.

Lucy watched him closely, happy that he seemed to remember. ‎ ‎But at the second spot, she ordered for both of them: a local delicacy — spicy conch fritters with a heavy pepper sauce. “You used to eat three plates of this,” she teased. ‎ ‎Aiden ate to keep up the act. The food was extremely spicy, and within minutes, his stomach began turning. By the time they left the restaurant, he was sweating and feeling nauseous. He barely made it back to the car before he threw up on the side of the road.

I snapped back and turned to leave, but Michael called after me. Laughing loudly, he pointed at the bright red bowl of steamed fish in some spicy sauce. “Eat this, and we’ll let it go.” I was allergic to chili peppers, and they had deliberately ordered the extra spicy version. I wanted to refuse, but Florence grabbed my wrist. She knew perfectly well that I couldn’t eat spicy food, yet she allowed Michael to push a small bowl piled high with the sauce toward my mouth. I jerked sideways, and the dish spilled all over Michael’s expensive shirt.

"I'm challenging you of this spicy chicken, the winner will grant a wish." "I don't have time for this," I pointed his bowl full of fried chicken. "This is the medium spicy chicken, this one is medium spicy, and this one, do you know they call it..." I put my hand near my mouth, "...demon spicy!" I smiled. "Ms. Scott, you can eat in peace," I rolled my eyes and lean on my chair. "Oh, come on! You're no fun. I can grant you a high salary if you want? Only if you'll win," I lifted my chin and look at him with confidence.

Please," she arched her brows like a challenge and a mocking grin on her face. An irritated smirk appeared on Seo-Yeon's lips as she rolled her eyes at Evangeline." Failure is the first step of success," she retorted confidently, as she adjusted her sleeves and was ready for the next round. Ha-Joon then added extra spicy sauce to the wings. "Start!" he said, biting into his own piece. When Evangeline bit into hers, a searing heat exploded on her tongue. She chewed, trying to maintain a facade of enjoyment, but the spice hit hard. Fuck, it's hot, but I can't tell them this is hot. It's just the second round, Eve. Control, she thought.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

A small man, as thin as a straw and skin glistening with a golden sheen, muttered to a fat man with a forked beard. “But I don’t want to eat dried jerky again! My teeth are still aching from the last time!” A portly man grumbled, “Look how fat this eel is! Imagine what a delicious soup it would make!” The small man imagined the tasty fish soup warming up his cold insides. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked around with his beady eyes. “Alright. Let’s make a fire then! But we need to be quick, the master expected this shipment a while ago.”

He found my lips again as he slowly unbuttoned my pants. “I am going to make you wash that dirty mouth of yours.” He carried me over and laid me on the desk as my pants were being ripped off and leaving me in my laced panties. “I love when they match.” He whispered. He ripped his shirt off his back and man he was ripped. He ran his palm from my chest down to my stomach as he found my sweet spot and moved them to the side before indulging himself in my sweet spot. His tongue met my beat and completely soaked my panties that were still on me. I didn’t think anything could be so great. He eventually slid them off me before getting back to town and not before he slipped his middle finger in me c