Spicy One Shots Novels & Stories

Maren nodded, totally agreeing with it. After finalizing the business plan, we went to our favorite slider spot. The first bite of spicy chorizo brought tears. Maren teased me if it was that good. I smiled without replying. Since meeting Gideon, I had avoided bold flavors like this.

"We were nice when we chose your shot." She snorted and raised an eyebrow, calling him on his shit, "Uh huh. You selected Patrón out of the goodness of your heart." Asher and I both laughed. We were up for the challenge but Ever hated spicy foods. And Gwen knew it. Damn, they were playing hardcore. Abruptly, Brian appeared with a small tray containing three shot glasses with red liquid inside. Asher grabbed one, and I selected another.

The man she assumed was the leader stepped forward. "Buenos noches, senorita. It is our pleasure to play for you a song we have been told is your favorite." He struck a chord on his guitar, nodded to the others and they launched into a full mariachi rendition of Siboney. The mariachis had played it for a couple the night she and Matt had eaten here and she'd fallen in love with both the music and the lyrics. It told the story of a man madly in love with a woman, a man who says without her his life is nothing.

the doctor asked. Darrion nodded. “My mom made spicy foods sometimes. Not that spicy, just to add the flavor. I know I’m not allergic to it, but this time, my tummy feels hot.” The doctor hummed. “How many did you eat just now?” “Just one spicy chicken wing.” Jai answered in his stead. “Spicy chicken wing? From the Adventurers Guild?” The doctor asked. Both of them nodded and the doctor gave a small smile. “I see. How many chilis did you ask?”

I took back my drink and slid it to Ryan. I laid a 50 on the table."Why do you keep asking questions, huh?" I asked him. He took a sip of his beer and reverted back to me. "The owner is a friend of mine." I was getting tired of this small talk. "I don't own smaller bills, so keep the change." I grabbed my jacket and my purse ready to make my exit. "I didn't get your name." The random man had said. "I didn't give you it, but we all know you're not going to remember it in the morning so let's cut the chit chat. Grab your car, my place, no talking." I responded before I left. I think he was more surprised than anything. "I didn't even have to try so hard," Aiden responded to Ryan. "No man, you

The snow had finally started to fall, small, hard crystals of white that stung my face as I walked blindly down Western Avenue. No one would care about a twenty-six-year-old girl with two embryos in her belly and an empty bank account. As I reached the corner of our street, I saw the glowing neon sign of 'The Silver Spoon diner' humming in the distance. It was the only place that had ever consistently given me a roof over my head, even if that roof smelled like oil and old coffee.

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.

Lights strung across the top flickered like stars, and smoke curled from grills like ethereal ribbons. My stomach growled. Time to try the world. Firsts off the menu Spicy Chicken Skewers – The First Bite The first vendor caught me with the intoxicating scent of chili and charcoal. He held up a skewer, still sizzling. "One bite and your soul flies!" he grinned. I grinned back, took one. The heat exploded in my mouth - the spices perfectly balanced with the smoky tenderness of grilled chicken. My eyes watered, but I licked my lips for another bite.

I saw a glint of greed and jealousy in his eyes. Then, I looked around the room and did something that left everyone stunned. I took out a lighter, flicked it on, and held the flame to one corner of the canvas. Ian reacted first and shouted at me, "What are you doing?! Connor!" The fire caught and spread in an instant. In front of everyone, the work I had poured my heart into was reduced to ash. The hall fell into complete silence. Then, applause crashed over me like thunder. "What in the name of all that's holy?! This is a performance!"

Finn said, his cock pulsing in his hand. They stood over me, their eyes fixed on my tits and stomach. "Look at what a mess we've made of you," Rhodes mocked. "You're a goddamn canvas of filth." They began to stroke themselves frantically. "I'm gonna come on those big tits!" Finn shouted. They both erupted at once. A crossfire of hot, white cum splashed across my breasts and stomach, the weight of it a warm, sticky blanket. They fired again and again, coating me in a layer of their combined essence until I was barely recognizable.