Sweet As Honey Novels & Stories

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”

I slowly tilt my head and stare at him. What is he trying to get at with that question? He turns his head towards me and smirks. “Have you even considered that this honey smell which is so alluring could be your mate? Besides eating a lot of honey lately, have you done anything else to try and find your mate?” My mate. Could the scent actually be my mate? Before I could even ponder the idea, my wolf instantly growls, “Mate. Honey. Mate.” What? The honey scent is my mate.

"Now hold still." "Why—" I drizzled honey over her chest. Sticky. Sweet. Coating her skin. "This is going to get messy," she breathed. "That's the idea." I leaned down. Licked. Following the trail of honey. Tasting it and her. Better than anything I'd ever tasted. My tongue circled her nipple through the lace. The honey making it stick. Making it cling. I sucked. Hard. She arched. Pushing into my mouth. "More?" I asked.

I moaned in worry whilst he became my face, whilst he licked at my tears eagerly, in predatory pleasure. He gave me some greater strokes earlier than he paused to nuzzle me even as I pant in soft, frantic breaths of determined give up, and his moan changed into keen, pleased, a lot so that it gave me a jumping sensation of getting behaved like an excellent, nicely used little toy. "The flavor is sort of as exact as blood, my Honey." "Please, can I have an extraordinary name?" The name 'Honey' made me experience a feeling of deep humiliation and damaged submission.

Diego’s sleek tongue latches on my honey-coated pussy, his teeth nibble on the cherry he had baked on my clit… It bursts, dripping sweet water down my pussy. With one clean swipe, he licks up my slit; from my rough folds up to my clit, and sucks on it. Soft. Sweet. With the rim of his mouth coated with the pink cherry juice and my pussy juice mixed with honey. “Ahhh…” I suck in cool air. My mouth opens in a soft gasp.

He lathed his tongue where his finger had traveled and absorbed her taste. "Honey, god...ahhh." He laughed huskily then growled against her quivering flesh. "I am the honey god, and you, my sweet goddess, taste like ambrosia." He didn't care that the words sounded corny and with another flick of his tongue, neither did she.

Mj spoke to Casper as if they were old friends before she slowly strode into the kitchen and waited for Honey to turn her attention to the assassin. Honey looked at Mj with an almost exuberant smile, “good morning assassin, I hope you don’t mind I thought it was only right I make breakfast after you offered me such a beautiful room, I promise I will leave it the way I found it,” she explained and before Honey could turn her attention back to the cooking food Mj gently touched her shoulder and offered her a small smile that never quite reached her eyes, “stay as long as you like Honey, no conditions, no rent, just a safe space,” she offered and watched as Honeysuckle’s eyes lit up with gratit

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.