Spicy Reading Novels & Stories

He liked working with the other editors in the erotica department office, it just wasn’t the same as spending most of his day with his friends. “You know my weakness now,” Darien said. “I can’t eat anything past a mild spicy rating. I just normally pretend the spice isn’t affecting me.” “I have no idea what I’m going to do with this new information,” Zach replied with a laugh. “Your secret is safe with me.”

"Don't put too much chili. I don't like spicy food." He said when seeing her put something red into the pan. Leo walked to stand behind the slender figure. Put his chin above her shoulder to look into the pan. It contained colorful vegetables, green, red, yellow, orange. It looked very nice and smelled delicious. "Do you know that chili is good for health?" She turned to asked which made her cheek touched his tall nose as he intended to smell her skin to compare to the food which one was more edible. "If it's too spicy it burns my tongue and I can't taste the food. When you can't taste the food, you don't enjoy it."

That's why I've specifically prepared this meal for you. "Don't worry about it, Daniel. You can be yourself when you're here with me, so you can eat whatever you want." Pierce was still prattling on and on about his reasons. Meanwhile, I just wanted to shut him up with a slap to his face. Why did I quit spicy food? Was it because I wanted to protect and maintain my skin quality after becoming an actor? Hell no! That was because I had hemorrhoids, dammit! The extreme spice flooding my mouth delivered a lethal blow to my unhealthy body. So, this was what it felt like to have literal hellfire burning up my ass.

DIANE Right now, I want to eat whatever he is cooking. It smells so amazing. “I'm making spicy garlic fried chicken,” he finally answers. “Spicy garlic fried chicken?” I ask as I inhale more of the crispy scent surrounding me. “Please don't tell me you don't like spicy foods.” He darts a hard stare at me, like he is waiting for me to disappoint him. But I don't. Because I love spicy foods. They hit so hard on the taste buds, and they also make me feel very full whenever I eat them.

I ordered my favorites and our food arrived so fast. I was drooling over the smoking hot spicy stew on a bowl and scooped a spoonful. “Delicious,” I mumbled after tasting it. He also tried the soup but he couldn’t take it. It was too spicy for his tongue and he always mentioned that the burning sensation he got from eating spicy food was always excruciating. “How can you enjoy something like this, Bethany?” He asked in disbelief. “Because I love it and I am used to it,” I replied, then a few moments of silence followed. Then, he informed me that we would return to Claybourne because of my condition.

His thumbs brushed lightly over her sensitive nipples in slow, teasing circles. “Feel that?” he whispered hotly against the shell of her ear, his deep voice vibrating through her. “When I stimulate your nipples like this, thousands of nerve endings fire signals straight up your spinal cord to your brain. It triggers a cascade, your pussy starts getting wetter, your clit begins to throb, your breathing gets shallower. Tell me exactly what you’re feeling right now, Rita. Be detailed. This is part of the lesson.”

"Those things are prone to spilling during transport. How about some sushi instead? It'll be easier on your stomach since you haven't eaten for two days." "You know what? I suddenly have cravings for something spicy. So why don't you get me some spicy tacos instead?" "Fine…" said Spencer. He got up and walked to the door. Before he left, he reminded her, "Stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll be back real quick." A sports car passed by Spencer as he was walking around the neighborhood. It immediately stopped within a few feet of him as if the driver wanted to check him out through his rearview mirror.

" Amanda looked at her daughter with a teasing smile. Mark paused slightly in his motion of taking a gummy candy. Hannah seemed to have eaten quite a few candies today. She couldn't eat cake anymore. Tod wanted to eat spicy strips. He originally wanted to share the burden with his younger sister, but the moment he thought of the taste of the spicy strips, he threw those words to the back of his mind. He tore open a package of spicy strips and started eating. The smell of spicy strips filled the air. Ted's breath hitched, and he moved away with a look of disgust. "Brother, why did you buy spicy strips again? This smell is all artificial." Ted covered his nose with a look of distaste. "One bit

Kirill's concerned voice cut through the moment, "What happened?" I met his gaze and confessed, "I can't handle too much spice. It gives me headaches, cramping, and sometimes even makes me cry." His brow furrowed in worry, and he questioned, "Why is that?" I sighed, memories resurfacing, "As a child, I avoided spicy food for a while. Eventually, I realized that it made my taste buds more sensitive. I just can't handle it now." He nodded in understanding, concern etched on his face.