Spicyyyy Novels & Stories

“Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott. I wanted to tell Spicy that I didn't have an I*******m account but then I decided to keep quiet because who doesn't have an I*******m account in the 21st century? Spicy was preparing his makeup items, and I was just looking around. I loved the space and how coordinated everything was. I wish I could have a room full of makeup items like this but that is literally impossible because of my kids. I'll just come back one day and find them coloring

My pussy spasms hard, even as he jets heavily, that giant pole filling me with his seed. “Unnnh!” is my inarticulate shriek. “Fuck!” Richey roars again, before biting into my neck like a fucking vampire king. “Goddamn, your pussy is tiny,” he huffs while releasing another stream of virility into my fertile fields. “Oh shit.” This goes on for what feels like ten minutes. Ten minutes of him pumping away as I wriggle and shriek, my breasts and pussy sparking with sensation. He grabs a nipple in his mouth and sucks fervently, appreciating my curves.

and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.” When they stumbled out into the night air again, they were breathless, laughing, and buzzing with adrenaline. They collapsed on a bench by a glowing fountain, churros in hand, taking sips from Diana’s flask between bites. The sound of their laughter carried through the cool night, a warm bubble of joy in the middle of chaos.

I handed it over, watching her scroll through the barren home screen. “What the hell? Your phone is as boring as your social life! You have no videos of you dancing on stage?” she teased, frowning. “No! I can’t keep such videos on my phone. What if someone finds them? But they are circulating online, so you can find them there.” Bree waved her hand dismissively. “Whatever.” She continued scrolling, then started setting up an I*******m page for me using my stage name: SPICY. I leaned back, unsure whether to laugh or cringe. “So… SPICY is it? Just that?”

Ryan listened attentively and that's what I really liked about him. The waitress finally arrived with our food. As we dug into our pasta dishes, I squeezed my face in shock. So spicy. What the fuck? "Looks like you're about to spit fire." Ryan whispered with a naughty smile I tried to smile despite my strained expression. "I'm good..." I forced the words, not even hearing myself God... why is it so spicy? The only thing I could focus on is my blazing taste buds. They're screaming and I'm tempted to scream too.

Veronica My best friend’s father hasn't come, and I can already feel another orgasm crashing down on me. My breath catches in my throat. I bite my lip, the damn milky fluid gushes out. I moan loudly as pleasure settles deeply into my bones, leaving a familiar ache on my throbbing pussy. “Daddy…..” his name comes out lower than I intend. Justin’s palm cracks against my ass, I scream, and he chuckles deeply. “Enjoying the way Daddy uses your cunt? This little hungry for cock hole is doomed tonight, I'm going to use every single hole in your body.”

one of her friends continued, “you need to start this influencer job on social media. You can't be wasting such a lifestyle.” Barbie laughed lightly. “I’m working on it. Trust me to know when to level up.” Without warning, a voice cut through the moment. “Barbara Bennett.” The person called her full name. It wasn't loud, but it was clear and impossible to ignore. For a fleeting second, Barbie froze because she hadn't even heard her full name in a long time. Her friends also heard it. “Whoa,” one of them said. “Full government name?” “Tell me about it,” Barbie said before turning.

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The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

I have to pull my mouth away to gasp and moan, it feels so good. “How does that feel?” he asks me, still whispering. “Divine,” is all that comes to mind. He chuckles softly and continues to work his hips back and forth, picking up the pace as I lift my pelvis to meet him, establishing a quick pace. I have a feeling Braxton doesn’t prefer “quickies” and that this is about as fast as he’ll ever take me, but I don’t mind because everything about him feels amazing. When we peak, it’s at the same time, both of us spasming and moaning, panting together as our bodies both meet a satisfying conclusion at the same time.