Spicy Smut Novels & Stories

She took it, her fingers lacing with his as they stepped out into the evening Charlotte’s eyes were everywhere at once. “Look at that!” she exclaimed, pointing to a stall piled high with heirloom tomatoes in every shade of red, orange, and purple. “I’ve never seen tomatoes that color before” Johnny grinned, already steering her toward it. “Try one. They’re sweeter than candy” She did… biting into a small golden one the vendor handed her. Juice burst across her tongue, bright and tangy-sweet. “hmmm… Oh my God” she moaned. “Buy some. All of each color please”

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.