Sweet As Honey Novels & Stories

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

“Wake up, bro. Kid isn’t even here for you to claim lack of sleep for your slacking.” I shook my head and focused on stringing up the white and yellow streamers that went with the honey bee theme Pam and Hana decided on. I don’t think Hana gets the joke the same way I do. In the last decade, Pam has commented more than once about Winnie the Pooh and his bottomless hunger for honey compared to my hunger for her. Let Hana and everyone else think it’s just a cute baby thing or that Pam’s number on pregnancy craving has been honey. She puts that shit on everything… and I mean everything.

He unscrewed the lid with a wicked grin, dipping two fingers into the sticky sweetness. “Let’s make this even sweeter,” he said, his voice a dark promise. He drizzled it over me…starting at my breasts, letting it trail down my stomach in slow, warm rivulets, then lower, coating my thighs and finally pooling right over my center. The honey was cool at first, then warmed against my heated skin. It dripped everywhere, making me glisten under the dim lights. Gavin set the jar aside and lowered his head. His tongue flicked out, lapping at the honey on my breast…long, flat strokes that cleaned every drop while teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I whimpered, my hands fisting the tablecloth.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Her lips looked so full and pink that I just want to bite with my own teeth and maybe this is the only chance I have to do this. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, it's like this thick cloud looming over us while everyone disappears. We wouldn't go far, it will only ever be a fantasy from afar but she surprised me, standing up and crossing the distance between us. She was determined, having that fierce fire burning in her eyes. Devouring my soul and setting my skin on fire. She definitely liked what she saw, those decadent honey orbs leisurely feasting upon my naked chest. The swirl of desire so potent and raw that it snapped her control. "just once" she begged.

She fished around for something on the shelf for a few minutes, murmuring something to herself as she perused the contents of the shelf for whatever she was looking for. Once she had found the treasure of her quest, she released a low, "Haha.", before making her way back to us. Madelyn scooted to the other side of the bed on which Melody was laying on, giving the woman enough room to do whatever it is she wanted to do. "What's that?" Mason asked, referring to the bottle like object in the doctor's hand. "It's called a smelling salt." she replied. "Smelling salt?" Mason asked, confusion written all over his face.

Absolutely divine. The owner—this sweet lady with kind eyes—recommended a lavender honey tea to go with my treats. And let me tell you, it was a game-changer. I took one sip and felt like I was floating in a field of flowers, with little bees buzzing around me. I’m officially obsessed with it now. Who knew lavender and honey could make such a magical combo? It was like drinking a hug. I’m already planning my next visit.

The sticky sweetness made me gasp at the contrast with the cool air. He started licking slowly, his tongue tracing every drop from my collarbone down, sucking gently on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. I arched my back, my fingers threading through his hair as he leaned lower, lapping at the honey pooling on my belly. The sensation was incredibly erotic, his warm tongue scraping the sticky sweetness as his groans vibrated against my skin. “Delicious,” he growled, spreading my legs wider. He poured more honey directly onto my clit, then sucked it off with hunger, Ishook, pulling his hair.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

So soft, calm, and soothing while he can be prancing furious tiger at the office sometimes. “She is a pervert!!!” Mike purposely craned his neck towards Jessica’s direction and spat it aloud. Annoyed, still, Jessica didn’t dare to talk back and dug low into the sofa-a scared cat. Then Mike’s attention dragged back to Sarah and he looked down at the half-empty ice cream tub in her hand. “What is this?” “Mint and chocolate chip cookies” Mike narrowed his eyes “I can see that!!! How are you supposed to sleep with that much sugar pumped in your body in the middle of the night?”