Sugar Style Novels & Stories

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

My eyes became wide enough as they stare at him. He grabbed the back of my hair while trying to move me to a better position. A position where he could finish what he started. His mouth held on to mine for as long it could. Not only was hot but the lad was a terrific kisser. I wasn't thinking straight in that fleeting moment. The sweetness of what he was doing made me lose control of myself, I quickly moved down one of my hands and grabbed the side of his waist whereas, my other hand circled his neck and tried to press him even closer to my mouth.

Aurelia I prepare the apartment with the same meticulous care I apply to high-stakes negotiations. Each element has purpose, a carefully curated atmosphere designed to relax and invite confidence. The lights are set low but not dim enough to hide anything—just enough to soften edges and deflect harsh scrutiny. The space is immaculate, yet holds the casual warmth of someone who lives there, creating an inviting ambiance. A bottle of wine breathes on the counter, the aroma mingling with the faint scent of fresh flowers I picked earlier, enhancing the illusion of effortless elegance.

Amber hair, small face, large eyes, and that sensuous lips. His sugar baby that got away. “Tch. You’re a trouble maker, Ann.”

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The cake shop prepared different types of cupcakes as examples and Emma asked Jazlyn to choose. "It's just a cupcake, Jazlyn. And I don't think there are so many variants," Emma said casually looking at the rows of cupcakes that were made. "I really can get fat like this," Jazlyn mumbled softly. "Of course not. It's very low in sugar. Try it," said Emma who had brought Jazlyn closer to the row of cupcakes on the table. Jazlyn had already sighed and was starting to stare at all the very tempting looking cupcakes on the table. "Okay. Let's try."

"It doesn't look like it's sweet, can you put some sugar in the coffee, okay?" "I dropped two tablespoons of sugar. I don't think you like sweet coffee." Cindy wondered. "Yes. I like sweet coffee." Maya turned to Mike. "Remember, I drink coffee with a lot of sugar." "I remember you drinking low-sugar coffee, right?" Mike said it made Maya freeze. She just wanted to torture Cindy to relieve her anger. "That was before, now, I prefer sweet coffee." "Let me do it for you." Mike knew that Maya was intentionally annoying Cindy.

Latifah rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t need words. I’m sugar. They get attracted and I can’t help it when someone wants some sugar.” “You are gross,” Latifah said, laughing.

He settled both of his arms on the back rest of the seat. “Drink before you dance, I want you drunk while you dance naked for me,” Sugar hid her surprise. She didn't expect that. If this man wanted her drunk, then he had something in mind. She knew men well, so it was easy for Sugar to read their actions. If he wanted her drunk, maybe he was finally going to f*ck her. Maybe he was just looking for an opportunity. As the song goes, when there's alcohol, there's a plan. And she believed it because of her experiences.

I left my boxer briefs on as the last measure of external control. Just as Tove was raising up on his hands and knees and angling back towards the jar of honey, I stepped forward on the far side. "Hand me the powdered sugar, would you?" I asked. He did, then went back for his honey jar. He slid his finger through the thick amber liquid. Gathered more of the sugar up and then wrote on her belly. MINE. Fuck right she was ours. I sprinkled powdered sugar over the sloppy letters. I wanted so badly to eat her pussy, but knowing Thane had just been there without a condom had me biting back the snarls of outrage. I would be denied my favorite flavor. But Cheeks' skin would do well enough.