Spicy Stories Novels & Stories

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around. It’s unbearable. But, after reading what’s on the cover of this book, I feel my hope starting to rise because this book promises to fix my problem. “Ancient incantations for confidence and connection.” The cover said. I’ve never actually been a fan of occult, but I may as well try, just this once. There are lots of people I’d like to talk to…. I want to be able to talk to the cute barista without my face burning up. Or maybe… more. I want to stand up to Selena and her minions.

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

Her spasms dragged me over—hot ropes pulsing inside her, vision blurring in estacy But they weren’t done. Chloe pushed Cassie off, straddled me reverse, ass in my face. “Clean her off your dick.” She deepthroated me in one go; gagging wet, throat tight, pulling so hard it hurt good. Spit dripped down my balls as she bobbed, sucking like she wanted to rip it off. Cassie recovered, knelt between my legs, tongue lapping my sack, then joining Chloe -- both mouths on me now, tongues tangling, sucking and biting a little. Chloe choked herself on it, eyes watering, while Cassie spat on the base, stroking slick.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Chapter 2: I Got Handcuffed And Devoured By The Criminals I Was Supposed To Arrest The Spicy Cube is burning through my system like liquid fire. Every nerve in my body is alive. My skin feels too tight. My nipples are aching peaks. And my pussy — God, my poor neglected pussy — is throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I’ve never felt anything like this. Six weeks of celibacy have left me starving, and these two dangerous women are feeding on me like I’m their last meal.

Feels strange being home again. Jack launched into a story about work and some deal they were both involved in. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Richard and tried to look interested. My body had other plans. Every time he shifted I noticed the way his trousers pulled across his thighs. Every time he spoke I watched his mouth. I kept thinking about those same lips between my legs. About his fingers sliding under this dress and finding out how wet I already was just from sitting in the same room as him.

My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt, heavy and dark red, a long string of spit and precum hanging from the head when he pulled back again. He stood up fast, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand but leaving it shiny, then grabbed my shoulders and spun me around hard. I caught myself on the couch arm, bent over it now, tux pants shoved down around my thighs, ass exposed to the cool air of the suite. Jax spat loud and wet right onto my hole, the warm spit landing heavy and sliding down between my cheeks. His fingers rubbed it in, circling my tight rim slowly at first, pressing just the tip of one finger inside while he leaned over my back, his mouth at my ear again.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”