Spicy Flings Novels & Stories

Oh God, yes! Her mouth, her taste—it was all so different from anything he’d tasted before. His tongue swept in deeply, searching for hers. It wasn’t what he had expected. His body tensed as he explored her delicious mouth and played with her hesitant tongue, teasing her to give him more. He went deeper. Oh God, she was delicious.

Chapter 59 Rude WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, VIOLENT, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She tiptoed and reached for his lips, showing off their hot steamy kiss before running towards the group of people who were choosing their opponents for later’s showdown. “Break their legs love!”

he demanded, slamming into her again and again, the musky scent of sex growing stronger. “I shouldn’t want it,” Elena gasped, her body jolting with every brutal thrust. “But I do. I need it so fucking bad. Harder, Marcus. Make it hurt.” He released her wrists and flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. He pulled her hips up high and took her from behind, even harder than before. His hand came down in a sharp, stinging slap on her ass, the burn spreading deliciously. Elena moaned loudly into the pillow, pushing back against him eagerly. The mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure made her head spin wildly. Fear and lust twisted together until she couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

WARNING: Group Sex (FFFxMMM), Multiple Partners, Spanking, Choking, Rough Sexual Content, Creampies, Vulgar Language, Objectification. The Azure Queen cut through the midnight swells with a rhythmic grace, but the real storm was brewing inside the Captain's private quarters. The air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, salt air, and a heavy, mounting musk that made my skin prickle. My two best friends, Maya and Sarah, and I had chartered this vessel for a month of luxury, but tonight, we had decided to claim a different kind of service.

He lit another cigarette, staring out the window into the quiet night. A tall figure appeared outside without warning. Conrad sprang to his feet and bolted out, desperate to reach the person. "Conrad, what are you doing? You're hurting me." "It's you?" It wasn't me. That was just Conrad's hallucination. The person standing before him was Jenny. Jenny frowned slightly, putting on a pitiful act. "Jean's been spreading rumors about me, Conrad. Now my reputation's ruined. Can you help me fix this?"

"Whoa, there's even spicy fish jerky!" A player ripped open the package and stuffed it straight into his mouth. I'd already stopped struggling, watching them with a blank expression. Wrong. That was not fish jerky. It was spicy human jerky, ordered by the siren boss next door. Another player said excitedly, "There are fruit roll-ups, too! Though the shape's kinda weird." Of course, it was weird. That was misfortune tongue roll-ups, specially ordered by the ghost bride. "Yo, everyone, check this out! This shredded kelp goes perfectly with instant noodles!"

he joked. We sat down and ordered. I got a salad and baked spaghetti, while Conner ordered nearly half of the menu. We shared a laugh at the team of servers it took to bring it all out. After we ate our fill, we started the drive home. I put on the radio and started bopping to a song. Conner looks at me, “Do you know what this song is about?” “No, I just like the beat. What is it about?” “Maybe it is better you don't know,” he says, as he continues to drive. I make a mental note to research all songs titled Unholy.

“Fuck! You look so hot, Stella, sitting in my shirt, your legs splayed for me.” “Alex… oh God…” I gasp, my hands grabbing the edges of the countertop as he bends down and flicks his tongue over my clit, the pressure perfect, driving me wild. He rubs the cool plastic of the spatula over my throbbing clit while his tongue works its magic. The contrast between the cool spatula and his hot mouth has me writhing on the counter, my hips bucking against him. “Please… more…” I beg. The combination is making me lose my mind, and I feel myself quickly spiralling toward release.

"Do they have something like buffalo wings, or hot and spicy chicken and so on?" Jasper frowned slightly. "You like spicy food?" Stella shook her head and said, "No, I just feel like having those right now." "Ask the kitchen to make buffalo wings, hot and spicy chicken, scrambled eggs and some barbequed pizzas, please." Jasper ended the call after having made the order. Stella sat on the sofa while waiting for her food. Jasper didn't say anything and got back to work. She felt a little bored. She picked up her phone and casually browsed the internet.

THE SPICES sipped on his tongue as he eat the noodles. He went to the restaurant together with his two friends for their late dinner. They were the only customers during that time. The sound of their slurping could be heard clearly from the whole restaurant since it was quiet. It was accompanied by clanging utensils. Noah even gasped for air while fanning his mouth with his right hand. He couldn't handle the spiciness even though he chose the lowest level. Vivian on the other hand was eating carefully the regular noodles not to spill the soup on her shirt. She still made little noises no matter how hard she controlled it. Yric had no problem with his fiery noodles, he kept on biting the thin