Spicy Stories Novels & Stories

“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.

Natasha's POV "What are you cooking?" Richard asked, sneaking up behind me. "Ouch!" I let out as he smacked my butt before his arms wrapped around my waist. "Just finished making lunch." I replied to his question. "Are you ready to eat?" "Yes, I have been hungry for quite some time now." He muttered, rubbing his growing erections against my butt. "I made spaghetti, do you want to eat now?" I asked, pretending not to notice what he was doing.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

"Yeah.....Liam is....looks a lot like his mother so i am not surprised....the thing i was surprised about was actually you....that he chose you as his girlfriend.....not because of yourself but he's so on then opposite of you!I can see in your eyes and read your body that you don't like basic, boring stuff or people but that is Liam and so was his mom!" "So.....if i may ask....why did she...? I ask softly. "You may because I don't want to hide things from you" And while I listen I nod as understanding. "As you already might have seen or maybe not yet....but I'd love to do 'things', I'm an adventures guy and not only by traveling.....but also in the....bedroom.....my wife couldn't appreciate

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.

Aurora ate a lot that night. And they're all the extra spicy kind. She ended up crying so much but she kept insisting that it was the spicy food that was making her cry. But Danica knew that she was lying. She had longed been fighting against crying. She didn’t want to cry over Damon but she was heartbroken. And so the spicy food was a perfect excuse to cry her eyes out.

Pizza Delivery ******************* Emma was 26 and married for three years, but tonight the house felt empty and cold. Her husband had been away on business for the last four days, and the silence was starting to drive her crazy. She was restless, a little horny, and craving any kind of excitement. So she ordered a large pepperoni pizza, not because she was particularly hungry, but because she wanted someone — anyone — to show up at her door. She took a quick shower and decided to answer the door in something comfortable… or at least that’s what she told herself. She slipped into a thin white tank top with no bra underneath.

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.

Any questions for me (the author) or for the characters themselves? 9. On a scale of 1–10, how spicy do you want the story to get going forward? Any particular kinks or dynamics you’d like to see explored (jealous sex, power play, reclaiming, emotional spice, bdsm etc.)? Feel free to be as honest, thirsty, or analytical as you want. I love reading your thoughts, predictions, and even your complaints! This story has been a wild ride so far, and it’s only going to get more intense.