Spicy Writer Novels & Stories

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

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.”

freshly engraved into my flesh, and then, the world explodes. The pain that tears through me no longer has anything in common with the methodical pricks of the needle; it’s a detonation, a fire that suddenly ignites every nerve in my hip to climb back up along my spine like a flow of lava, an agony so white, so total, so blinding that it shatters in an instant all the dikes I had erected, and I hear a scream tear through my vocal cords, an animalistic, primal sound that I didn’t know myself capable of producing, a howl that springs from the depths of my belly to shatter against the walls of this bedroom that has suddenly become a torture chamber, and I collapse forward, my forehead almost hi

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.

That and inspiration, of course. I squirmed on the bed. I closed the laptop. He missed calling Jay to read him what he had written. He was my male point of view. He would tell me if something was too cheesy or if something would be better written differently. He was my great support at the time of writing. Grazie l was thinking of hiring him as part of the publishing house to support the writers. Professional support. Jay had refused a couple of times. He was a lawyer and was doing very well. He said that the only writer in his life was me. Jay was that special.

he said as he handed me a can. I took the can from his hand and opened it with a pop sound before pouring it on the small plant nearby. "I would never try to kill you," Wahid said as I stared at the plant that was as it was before. "Can't trust a spy now, can I?" I said taking a sip of my beer. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?" I asked. "You are always in a hurry, enjoy the moment, enjoy this silence, I will tell you the news that'll make your day," Wahid smirked glancing my way.

“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.

’ I thought, seeing how much he wrote. “I had spicy food, and a little bit of___” I read all the silly jokes that come with the food that Darren wrote. “I have spicy food too. I didn't know you love spicy food, we have a lot in common. I will challenge myself one day” Michelle said excitedly from the other end, and my face became white. I had zero tolerance for spices, what do I do? I thought, but then I looked at Darren who was laughing to the extent of sitting on the floor.

Suddenly, the lights in the banquet hall went dark, unveiling the film's true leading lady. "Let's hear it for… Jenny Swisher! And a special shout-out to Jeremy Landon, our top screenwriter with over 10 billion dollars in box office earnings. This time, he didn't take a single penny for the script. "In fact, he put in 300 million dollars just to get Jenny as his star in his new film. Because she's his one and only leading lady, his muse!" Jenny stepped onto the stage, grabbed the microphone, and mocked, "Jean, you still can't beat me at anything after all these years. You loser!"

The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.