Sugar Style Novels & Stories

"No, of course not. I didn't think you were like that, Tera. I was just asking because I know not everyone drinks coffee with sugar." "I see. Let's find some sugar here..." Tera replied without turning to look at Vivia. She opened the same storage cabinet and found various types of sugar in different jars: granulated sugar, sugar cubes, powdered palm sugar, and sugar-free sweeteners. Tera brought them all and presented them to Vivia. "Choose as per your preference," Tera offered. "Thank you, you are so kind." The sweet girl, Vivia, opted for powdered palm sugar to add to her black coffee. She happily hummed while separating the powdered palm sugar jar from the lineup of sugars Tera had provi

He just stared at me like I was the approved dealer of all good things. “Is it okay?” I asked Aurora. She shrugged lightly. “One is fine.” I bought him one—blue and pink mixed—and the vendor handed him this cloud of sugar almost bigger than his head. Alex gasped. “It fluffy!” He touched it with one finger. “It sticky!” Then he looked up at me and whispered like it was a secret conspiracy, “Mommy say sugar make me hyper.” “Does it?” I asked. “Yes,” he said proudly. “I run fast.”

She used her body like a language. Not crude. Not obvious. Just strategic. The way she arched her back when he was inside her, making him want to go deeper. The way she whispered his name like it was a secret only she knew. The way she pretended that his obsession was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. Because here was the truth about being a sugar baby: it wasn’t about sex. It was about making a man believe that his desire was actually her desire. It was about turning his need for her into the only thing that mattered.

Finally, Sugar brought us toward a booth that was wedged between two parties that stopped their conversations at the sight of us. "You sit next to me," Hezekiah ordered. And without protest (frankly, because I had 'agreed' to behave), I scooted on through until my shoulder was against the wooden wall, trying to stay as far away from Hezekiah as I could. "Let me know if you need anything else," said Sugar. She wasn't talking to me. Not at all. Before she left, Hezekiah grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. "What made you think I was done with you?" he said down at her. "You know I love me some brown sugar."

She didn't like to stay alone in the apartment when she was in her teens, she would tail me around in the office every day when she was done with school. Until one day she shyly mentioned to me that she wanted to be a sugar baby. And that she was still a virgin. I was livid, we argued back and forth for months until I finally gave up. Now she was one of our top-ranked sugar babies. And obviously, Mr. Davis would only want the best. They looked like a happy couple, she was very beautiful and he looked very handsome. His hold on her was possessive. He would some time gave her kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her naked shoulder and they would hold hands, then she would reciprocate by kissing

I mumbled and typed out my search. I explored the internet for information that night, and what I found was a bit overwhelming. But like everything else in my life, I was going to tackle this head-on. And so, I began to read. Everything and anything to help me transition. Know what to expect. How To: In the Sugar World. The Golden Rules for Dating Sugar. What Type of Sugar Baby Are You? There was even an article explaining what kind of an allowance one should ask for. Laying my head back against the padded headboard, I tried to calm my erratic breathing. What the hell was I signing up for?

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

Come I wanna bend you over Bend you until you feel it inside uhh… Screaming my name is what you gonna do… I will make you scream uh uh As I pour some sugar into your pussy Screaming sugar, sugar..,, This feeeling his forbidden but i want to eat more of your pussy. * I sang as I record myself …. I love you sugar… i mumbled after recording before posting…. All my fans went crazy hearing me sing,… …. That was it.,.. they gat to meet an angelic baddie.:..

Candy and Sugar stepped in right behind me, already smiling like predators. Candy was pure p**n-star perfection with platinum blonde, fake DD tits barely contained in a tiny silver bikini top, tiny waist, and an ass so round and firm it made my mouth water. Sugar was the perfect contrast with caramel skin, long dark hair, natural heavy tits, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggled with every step. Both of them were barely dressed, bodies glistening with oil and glitter. “You’ve been staring at us all night, Drew,” Candy purred, pushing me back onto the couch with both hands on my chest. “Time to stop looking and start feeling.”

Not willing to give all the details, she just stared at the ceiling and sighed. “ If only I can just see Ten thousand dollars as my account balance right now,” Sophie thought aloud which made Kayla chuckle and make a joke about getting a sugar daddy for Sophie. Sophie couldn't remember the joke but had grabbed the word sugar daddy. She knows what sugar daddies and sugar babies do with each other and she knows what that kind of relationship entails.