Spicy Writer Novels & Stories

He walked back around his desk slowly, but instead of sitting, he picked up my papers again and came to lean against the front edge, right in front of me. I could see the way his pants stretched over his thighs, the growing bulge pressing against the trouser. My mouth watered thinking about wrapping my lips around whatever was hiding there, sucking him deep until he lost that calm control. “Your essay isn’t wrong, Ava,” he said, his voice dropping lower, rougher around the edges. “It’s deliberate. You wrote about a student bent over a desk, skirt flipped up, getting fingered while she recites literary theory. You described her dripping down her thighs, begging for his cock while he corrected

''Oh my God, was it that horrible? He held up a finger as he down his glass of wine, then start chugging down mine. ''Are you ok?'' ''Why is it so spicy?'' ''Oh, because I made spicy chicken and broccoli stir-fry.'' I smiled. Jasper gagged. ''I don't normally eat my food with this much kick to it.'' "Sorry.'' Jasper held up a hand. “It's good. Just never expected it to be so spicy." "Are you only saying that to not hurt my feelings?"

She asked professionally while looking at the couple. “I can eat spicily but, not much,” Sicilia asked. “Spicy is fine,” Pete replied. “That courageous of you,” Maya said teasingly with a bright smile. Stephany spoke, “Not much with spicy food.” Maya looked at Alexander with chins up as if challenging him. He narrowed his eyes and replied, “Any spice level is fine.” Maya nodded expressionlessly, but in her mind, Well, I did ask. Let’s see if you can handle insanely spicy without your a*s bursting.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.