Sweet Lies Novels & Stories

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

"I understand. You're not to be blamed. You're not used to all this" Amelia thanked him for understanding. He threw a sweet to his mouth and asked to give her one. She took it from him and tossed it inside of his mouth. "How does it taste?" It started out pleasant but soon, Amelia frowned. There was a strange smell coming from the sweet's wrapper. " What is this?" "Well, you said you wanted an ice cream. It might be easy to get one right now but there are sweets here. They are crescent's moon rocks. Sweet as they could ever be"

We were having lunch at Sweet Tooth Diner, where almost everything served had a touch of sweetness—from their naturally made sauces and tender chicken to the delectable pastries and even the vibrant vegetable salads. This restaurant was one of the best around, though I wouldn't recommend it for someone with diabetes. We were currently seated on the patio near the palm trees, enjoying the calming and peaceful atmosphere that made our meal even more enjoyable. "I'll be just fine," I reassured her, gesturing to the little one beside me. "I have this little one to keep me company." Evei took a sip of her cucumber water, glancing over at Zendra, who was eagerly devouring her fries, clearly wantin

I take in a big breath of her scent, and she notices. She turns her head to the side and hisses in a low voice, “Are you sniffing me?” “I am, Sweets, and you smell incredible”, I rumble back. “That’s really creepy and don’t call me Sweets!” she snaps back. “Why not? You smell like sweets and I have a really big sweet tooth. I could eat sweets all day long.” She huffs and turns back to the teacher, but I catch her squeezing her thighs together. Oh, this is going to be a very fun school year.

So, searching for them will wait, till he completes the quest. "Care to join me?!" Spiro said as he presented a kind of, 'sweets packed inside a Nylon' , to him. "What is this??" asked Vic. "I call it dragon sweet. The others call it Mint but I don't like calling it that. It sounds dumber to it's appearance." Spiro explained. "Dragon sweet! An amazing name, Let me see it." Vic requested and Spiro handed over the sweets. "Hmmn, I like it." Vic said as he swallowed the sweets.

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

“Problem solved.” Flynn’s hopes rose again. He really should have asked Lucas sooner about his food preferences, but he had something to go on now. “Thank you, Sarah,” he said sincerely. “Where do you think I should get dessert from?” That was really something he should be able to decide on himself as a self declared connoisseur of sweet things, but he wanted something that Lucas would like rather than just himself. “Nothing overly sweet,” she replied immediately. “He doesn’t come across as a sugar lover. Nothing with too much chocolate in either. You’re better suited to make the choice.”

"It's beautiful. Why is it called Butterfly Kisses?" The air was taken away from me, no one had asked that question before and I was adamant to answer it. But, how could I not give him the satisfaction? "Do you know where the Butterflies taste their food?" "In their feet." "Yes, you’re right. Thus, the song is about trampling someone under their feet." Yulian swung his head to the side somehow unable to comprehend the idea about the song. "But it was such a merry song." "Because there is sadness behind every merry smile." I turned my head away from him, for the rest of the night I refrained myself from talking. There was a heavy burden in my chest.