Sugar Queen Novels & Stories

Alone in a dark bedroom with neon lights glowing in the background, a single lady who had just broken up with her boyfriend stared at her screen. London Webb was a boring florist by day. However, after the boom of the internet era, she slowly gained popularity on the internet, going by the name of Queenie. Initially, she only posted pictures of herself with flowers at work, showing their beautiful arrangements. However, things took a different direction when her boobs garnered more attention than her blooms.

she said, a nasty grin pasted on her face as she made that suggestive comment. “But, it would do you good to remember that there can only be one Queen B! ” Her smirk grew wider with that, and started to turn around, having got the last say. Or so she thought. “Oh! Fun fact Elenora. A hive can actually have Queen B, but with your grades I doubt you would know that.” that got some stifled laughs from across the room.

“It’s not as easy as you think it is, you know?” “On the bright side, at least, I endured what lie threw at me rather than trying to climb into another man’s bed to gain favor. Now look at her.” “You all sound like you do not know just exactly who Queen Aurora is.” “Ei, so you’ve met the queen bee? Oh, how sweet. How is she? Welcoming? Loving?” “Very welcoming.” “She’s feisty. I like her. You can have my space babes. I know they’re not going to make it easy for you. You may have to take your tongue though. Especially around Sarah and Queen. They’re devils in disguise.”

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

Within my grasp. Engorged myself in her scent. Her picture on the Craving Sugar website didn't do her any justice. Long, light brown hair flowed down the middle of her back in waves. Large doe eyes the color of gems stared up at me with trepidation mixed with want. Upturned nose wrinkled each time she watched me with curiosity. Pouty pink lips that would look beautiful stretched around my cock. Get it the fuck together. She's here for a paycheck and nothing more. The perfect sugar whore.

Her hair was damp, sticking to her cheeks, her clothes clinging to her like she’d been running in the rain—and yet she carried herself like she was ready to sass the crown itself. I instantly liked her. “Well,” I said, wringing water out of my hair, “I didn’t think royalty kept humans around unless it was for… you know.” I waved my hand vaguely, miming a womb sponsor motion. Sugar’s lips curved into the kind of smirk that could slice steel. “Sweetheart, I’m no sponsor. I’m the whole damn factory.” I snorted so loudly Gregor muttered, “Gods, kill me now.” Prince Leon, of course, didn’t flinch. He set Sugar gently on a velvet chaise by the fire, like she was glass instead of sass in human form

Not a bride. > A queen.

"Next to Princess Berry and the gingerbread guard. That story was a bomb!!!" "I know! It's about my friend," I gasped. "Berry is real?" I hit my forehead and laughed. "Well, duh, you're real!" "My sugar queen likes me, I'm so pleased," wait, why does she keep calling me that? Don't tell me… "yes, you're my sugar queen," "How? Why?" She shrugged. "I dunno, but I love you!" She squealed and embraced me again. I'm her sugar queen? Like the one she has to serve? How did I end up being a queen? What does a queen even do?

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time