Spicy Imagines Novels & Stories

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

freshly engraved into my flesh, and then, the world explodes. The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hi

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

That sort of sound so misogynistic. Nonetheless, I ignored Ian’s statement and dressed really quickly. Because I, myself, is hungry too. I want to devour something spicy this time. Like so spicy that it would burn my tongue. Damn what a craving? Like literally. What is going on with my hormones?

Like the one time Spade had put that butt plug inside of him and while it was inside his hole, vibrating and sending him into an abyss of pleasure, Spade was sucking him off and shoved his finger into him at the same time. That day he thought he was going to pass out from pleasure, he moaned so loud that his voice box didn't work for the whole of the next day. According to Spade there were still a truckload of things they hadn't tried yet and will try in the future He always liked how Spade always talked about the future, it made a warm fuzzy feeling to settle in the pit of his stomach, to know that Spade actually thought of a future with him. He was daydreaming and lost in thought and didn'

“No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.” “What if I don’t have anything like that?” “Sure you do. Everyone has a moment. A look that lingered too long, a touch that wasn’t quite innocent. Think of a time you almost kissed someone… What if you had? What would’ve happened?” There was a long pause. “Hmmm,” she hummed. “Maybe.” “You remember last week when I went clubbing?” I asked. “Yeah. You came home at three and climbed into my bed.” “And got a little handsy,” I added with a smirk. “I was high and horny. You didn’t seem to

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

She didn't accept it herself. I gulp down the coke as I try to clear away those thoughts. I don't know why my mind is feeding me all these bullshit. I wish we could zoom back to last night, that particular moment she was perfectly cuddled up in my arms or when she ran her hands through my face and hair and asked about my wellbeing with extreme care laced in her voice. I grab a pack of spaghetti from the pantry. I may just cook for the three of us. ~~~~~ After a while Kara comes down to the kitchen. She looks at the food in the pot and she dips her hand into the spaghetti sauce and licks it.

I went in through the main gates and saw Jody standing there, waving at me to get my attention. Jody Lin, a 17 year old Chinese-American teenage boy. He was nothing special, just like me. Had great taste in music, was a literal Picasso and stood at a whopping 6 feet with black hair and baby blue eyes which were bigger than the moon and a blessing from his Caucasian father. "Sup bitch" Jody asked and I elbowed him in the guts. "Noone says "sup" anymore" I said and sighed. This boys might be a shit ton similar to me but it was hard for him to keep up with the youngster slangs.