Sweet Like Honey Novels & Stories

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

I told him. “I will and always love you sweet caramel.” “Locus I’m….i’m pregnant, you're going to be a father.”

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

Spicy sweet. She bucked, but his grip on her legs held her steady, keeping her in place as he tasted her thoroughly. He flattened his tongue, lapping the honey from every hidden fold. As he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, the tip of his tongue sought her clit. Flicking that little nub over and over until it plumped. “Oh. Yes. Like that.”

I’m tired of speculating. Is there honey, or not??

It didn’t take me long to find Honey. She was in a club in one of the shadier parts of Budapest, looking for her next snack. Surrounded by a bunch of duds with drinks, Honey was purring over all of them. I didn’t want to stay in her head because I was afraid she’d detect me and get skittish, so I immediately jumped to the guy she was currently talking to.

it. “Suck it... Ahh... That’s right...” She leaned on the top of me and I almost coughed when she released a lot of juice. I open my eyes from what she did. I don’t know how to scrape her liquids, but it doesn’t smell. It tastes sweet like honey, and I don’t doubt drinking it all.

At the back of my head, I dont want to rest at all. I'm just really, hungry for more. Hungry for things I want to have. When did this start anyway? I bluntly ask myself. Well it mostly started when I was young. When I learned the pleasure of winning and standing above everyone else. I feel like a king. I feel like I own everything. I feel like everyone is asking for my approval and I really loved that kind feeling. "But you know, you cannot be a King." One kid said. "A King is a boy, youre a Queen because youre a girl?"

Exhaustion took over her and she fell into a deep slumber despite all the regret weighing down on her fragile heart. He didn't tell her when he was going to leave because he himself wasn't sure. Before he just wanted a taste of her and now that he had a taste of her, all he wanted was to overdose on her. Each night, each fucking time. She was soft like silk and tasted like honey. His shaft had started to rise as he recalled her taste. He "My Sweet, Sweet Bella," he murmured and placed a kiss on the top of her hair before pulling her body flushed into him, she moaned faintly in protest in her sleep but he paid no heed and closed his eyes while relishing her soft delicate skin against his.