Spicy Imagines Novels & Stories

He stepped closer, gaze dropping for half a second to the way my dress clung to my breasts before returning to my face. “You’ve never painted like this before. There’s real hunger in these strokes. Real need.” His voice lowered. “It’s the first time I’ve seen an artist put this much raw sexual attention into one picture.” My pussy clenched at the word *sexual* coming from his mouth. “I… I wanted to push myself,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Damien’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. “The next competition is in three weeks. The theme is ‘Intimate Surrender’ — a sexual image of a man and a woman. Explicit. No hiding. The winner gets a solo show and a ten-thousand-dollar p

Is there such a thing as a malicious look? I don't know if I'm being weird, but have you ever felt like someone was staring at you and you knew they didn't have the best intentions towards you? In the end, I try to push that feeling away. I think my overactive imagination is running wild again. I'm glad when the funeral is finally over and we head home. Once home, I take a shower and lie down on the bed to continue digging. I didn't dig into it before, but now I'm tremendously curious.

He grinned sheepishly, his brown eyes twinkled. We cooked the Garlic and Olive Oil Spaghetti. It was Uno's favorite. Well, he did like creamy chicken but his favorite and non-negotiable recipe was Vince's. "I wanna be like Tito Vince someday, Mama," Uno told me as he watched the pasta being boiled. "You want to be chef, too?" "Uh-huh! And also you, Mama. I want to eat always." "You'll get fat when you always eat. It's not healthy." "Okay, Mama. But I want to cook for you, Mama."

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It began happening with more and more frequency; the tightness and then the release¡­same scenario, different facts. She is just sitting in class, minding her own business and one girl is wearing a denim jumper almost like the one she is wearing; except Juicy's outfit is not a knock-off like the other girl's. And her friends are snickering and making fat jokes. For a moment, Juicy thinks, 'I shouldn't have worn this. I'm never wearing this again¡­' The next minute she is picturing Felix's face when he picked this outfit for her. Juicy knows that rage has a distinct flavor. She tastes it on her tongue, it's like a copper penny or maybe just the taste in your mouth when your Momma runs a

Summer looked at each of us while eating her grilled cheese food. “Yeah..” Jane adjusted her seat. Then she drinks water. “And I remember you said that you eat spicy food that’s why we suggest you eat a spicy chorizo..” Candice entered after Jane uttered it, rolling her eyes. “But you vomited because you don’t like its taste, and besides it, it’s spicy. Right?” we suddenly laughed after Candice said that. “I thought you’re strong bitch? But you’re not!” Trisha uttered sarcastically. Summer just rolled her eyes at us and then give us a fierce look for a moment. We just laughed at what she was showing.

Amy imagined her weird fantasy as an opening scene to a sci-fi action film. It was a crazy fantasy, and Amy would imagine it all the time. While Amy was making love to her husband inside this futuristic sports car, she would also imagine her favorite rap song playing through the sports car’s sound system. Amy would imagine caressing her hands down her husband’s bare, muscular chest while listening to Tupac Shakur’s Only God Can Judge Me. Tupac was Amy’s favorite rapper. Sometimes, Amy would fantasize about making love to her husband while listening to Tupac. Before Amy met her husband, she would often fantasize about making love to Tupac.

A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it. My mind raced with dirty thoughts, imagining him ripping the rest of my clothes off, bending me over the props and filling me deep while the camera kept clicking. “Like this?” I whispered, thumbs brushing over my hard nipples, sending sparks through me. “God, this is making me so wet. Is that what you want to see in the shots?”

She said, showing her the mark clearly. “Oh, I thought that was—“ “Blood? “ She giggled as Jesse shook her head. “How was your day with the witch?” Jesse asked, cleaning the counter as another customer came inside the bakery. “Just don’t ask! “ Saba huffed as she took a bite of her pastry. Winters in Italy were beautiful, but for her it was lonely sometimes. “Whiplashing, it was true torture, you know, as if she thinks I will take Elena away from her,” Saba said, taking another bite of the pastry.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.