Spicy 소설 & 이야기

The sudden urge to capture the droplet by languishly running her parched tongue across Jag's neck hit like a freight train and Camille suddenly found herself having to steady herself against the desk for a moment to compose herself. "Chilli." Camille stepped back from the desk with a smile once she felt composed enough to speak. "It's a good source of protein and fiber. Plus it has vegetables and cinnamon which is good for maintaining blood sugar levels." "It's a favourite amongst the men." Jag nodded as he approached the desk. "Us Draygonians are fond of…" "Spicy food." Camille finished eagerly. "And this is spicy." Jag raised

“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.

He even wanted to drink the sauce. “I remember you don’t like spicy food,” she said. Conrad put down the bowl and spoon. He felt as if his stomach and mouth were burning. And so, he went to grab a glass of water. After two glasses of water, it felt like the spiciness intensified instead. “Why is it so spicy?!” He was almost burning. Fia munched on another piece of beef. “I don’t think it’s spicy. You’re the one that can’t eat any spicy food.

Iris said. "Non-spicy," Jason remarked, glancing at her. The waiter asked, "Which one is it?" "Non-spicy," Jason instructed firmly. Iris, thinking Jason couldn’t handle spicy food, said to the waiter, "Non-spicy it is." After the waiter left, Iris commented, "Eating barbecue without spice is missing half the taste." "Spicy food is bad for your wound," Jason replied casually. Iris was taken aback. She had assumed Jason didn’t want it spicy due to personal preference, but it turned out he was concerned ab

"Just do this for me, okay? You two should meet one last time! All these old memories are hitting me out of nowhere!" "Are you insane? After that messy cheating scandal, why should Jean have to deal with him again?" "Exactly! Jean deserves way better than a trash like Conrad!" "Hey, stop spreading lies! Jenny's texts to Jean never actually proved anything physical happened between her and Conrad, okay?" "Even if he didn't sleep around, he's still trash. Cheaters don't change. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Jean needs to move on and find someone better. We're queens. We play men, not the other way around!"

I quietly and sneakily picked up the wooden spoon and dug in while they continued to argue. Grandma snatched her stick from Drix and hit his head with it. "You overgrown brat. What's wrong with spicy food?" Drix used his hands to defend himself at the third strike, bending his massive body backwards a bit and frowning. "Maybe because your spicy food is always too extra and might not be good for Sapphire. She has a delicate body system," I don't but let him keep believing that. Oh my goodness! The food was mouth-fucking delicious. My eyes brightened as I ate two spoons from every bowl. Mixing them up together was even better. And

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom

The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the cabin, mixing with the rain and my broken moans. Jesus Christ. He ate pussy like he was starving for it. Every long, filthy lick sent sparks up my spine. I could feel how wet I was, how easily his tongue slid through my folds. My hips rolled against his face without permission. The pressure built fast, too fast, and I didn’t try to hold it back.

There’s a level of properness in the South that will never make a bit of sense to me. I personally would have preferred to use my fingers, but I knew Darian would lose his mind if I went full savage at the table. I stuck to my spoon and ate with relish. Raven was eating well too, her appetite finally back after the heat. She reached for a bowl of spicy crab and, before I could utter a word of warning, bit right into a large claw. Spicy crab is a Northern delicacy. It’s an acquired taste because it is heavily seasoned with peppers that grow in the frost and only a few outsiders can actually stomach it without a gallon of milk.

She's not wearing panties. I felt it instantly. The soft, warm curve of her ass pressed against my crotch through my jeans. “Must be on the lower side.” She said bending over lower arching more. There was no barrier. I could feel everything. My body reacted before my brain caught up. She straightened slowly, tray forgotten in her hands. “Law,” she said, “you can put the spice jar on the counter instead of… poking me with it.” “I’m not holding anything,” I muttered.