Sweet Like Honey Novels & Stories

"I've never hated you. Every day with you has made me happy." He kissed me contentedly and leaned down to press himself on top of me again. "Valeria, the happiest thing to have happened in my life is marrying the woman I love most."

I hadn't even replied as she dipped her fork in my Reuben sandwich, and stab the tasty bits then pass her sexy lips and moaned, as she praises the deliciousness of the fattening meat and cheese goodness. "Oh my, I could be dead right now and die happily after tasting that. The grease, the meat, and that forbidden fat. It will go to my belly lining for sure. But right now I don't freaking care. You're a bad influence here Gary!" She said seriously but took another stabbed at my sandwich making me laugh. Then her food arrived, and she let out her sexy moan making me instantly hard. Damn!

They are so beautiful and unequal. Her scent, holy hell. I have always loved that scent but smelling it again made my mind off. The air was saturated with the intoxicating fragrance of honey and milk, a sensory symphony that delicately permeated the surroundings. The sweet, golden notes of honey intertwined with the creamy richness of milk, creating an olfactory dance that stirred a profound sense of desire and need.

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.

Honey offered her a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “So please bring me the hot chocolate.”

F I F T E E N Y E A R S A F T E R “You’re my honey bunch, sugar plum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin, you’re my sweetie pie. You’re my cuppycake gumdrop soogums boogums, you’re the apple of my eye and I love you so and I want to know that I’ll always be right here, and I love to sing sweet songs for you because you are so dear.” Aimee sang with a wide happy grin as she drew Hello Kitty’s face on the cupcakes, humming as she squeezed her piping bag.

♧ASH (AKSHITHA) POV♧ Finally we are happy because our honey got her prince charming from the beginning iam doubting both of them because my mom used to say that sometimes hate will be the pillar to love because if someone loves a person there is no guarantee that how many times that they think of their love but if we hates someone we always think of that person that will result in love sometimes same thing happened in honey's life she always have a soft corner for him but she hided it from everyone she lied to herself finally she realized before it's too late I wish she get everything she deserves

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.

“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.

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.