Spicy Imagines Novels & Stories

He imagined Ryan shirtless, muscles flexing, sweat dripping down his abs, that powerful body moving with controlled strength. Kai’s hand drifted down before he could think better of it. He palmed himself through his shorts, biting his lip as he leaned back in his chair. The sounds from next door continued, feeding the fantasy. He pictured dropping to his knees in front of Ryan, tasting the salt on his skin, hearing those same groans directed at him. His strokes grew firmer, thumb circling the sensitive head where pre-cum had already started to leak.

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

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.

The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

In and out. I shivered my body tensing and tightening, already feeling the intense orgasm coming for we like a deep, dangerous wave. My hips buckled in rhythm with my fingers. My tight pussy clamped down on my fingers hungrily, squeezing, and spasming over and over. My eyes closed completely as i dared to imagine that my fingers were the hard penis of father Gabriel. "Oh god!! Oh god, oh yes, oh god yes!" Another bolt of electricity went straight through me, right to my overcharged core. My brain, my spine, my waist... I felt it everywhere all the way down to my swollen, clenching pussy.

She had been imagining what my cock would look like? Before I could speak, she leaned down and grabbed my dick with her soft hands, causing a hiss of pleasure to escape my lips. Fuck, I had fantasized about this for so long that it almost felt unreal. She let out a soft moan as she arched her back and licked the tip of my cock, her ass high up in the air, so that as I glanced at the window, I could see her pussy glistening with her juices. Fuck this was the hottest thing in the world. If I didn't focus on the road, I would be crashing this car soon.

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.