Sweet Like Honey Novels & Stories

The air is thick with the sweet aroma of honey and milk, a harmonious blend that stirs desire and longing. Each breath fills me with a craving beyond the scent alone. It's like honey and milk hold the key to unspoken desires, tempting me to indulge in their warmth and sweetness, igniting a stirring within me. The scent speaks a silent language, conveying a deep understanding and wrapping me in a comforting familiarity. It whispers of intimacy, leaving behind promises I can't quite recall fulfilling. "Look at that!" Hunter's voice echoes in my mind, catching me off guard. "Leave it," I scold him internally, trying to resist the urge to look.

“You think? Mom got them for me. You can write on them with markers and erase them later. I kind of wanted to draw a dick on mine.” “Mature.” “Hey, get that coffee in you so you’re on my level. I’m already into my third cup, and you’re right. This hot honey stuff is amazing. We’re definitely going to need more.” I closed my eyes and took my first long pull of that glorious drink. If we had to buy more bottles, then so be it. I was practically addicted to the stuff at this point. And I was glad I finally had someone on my bandwagon. Mom didn’t like spicy things and Dad wasn’t a honey fan. He didn’t like anything that was overly sweet in the first place. Unless, of course, he was talking about

She licks the honey drizzling from her lips seductively, teasing me. My eyes are hypnotized by her tongue as she moves it gently and slides across her delicious lips. I want a taste. I lean in and take my sweet time cleaning all the honey off her lips with mine, tenderly. She cups my cheek as my lips brush against hers. My hands rest on her thighs which are tightly pressed together. I push her hands off my face as I continue tasting her lips. The honey is gone, but the sweet taste still lingers on her lips. I hesitantly pull away from her embrace, and whisper in her ear, “You taste better.”

a sweet, sweet tone like honey freshly taken from the hive. A hive, one that had practically no worker bees to defend it, one that did not bring any difficulty to that child... One who only willingly granted her honey. The sweet part of you... Stop thinking too much... "It’s good that you recognize this, I’m happy," one part of me said sincerely, and the other...the other one kept asking, questioning "what is it like?" I leaned on my hands, those hands that were restless before. "Ah..." her gaze was to the opposite of mine "how could I say? He has that air of mystery, one that gets to be...charming" bit his lip hard, as if trying to contain himself.

"It's okay, sir." "What? Sir? Do I look so old that you call me Sir? " "Then what should you call?" "Seno" "No, Never." "Why? You must want. " “Mom always said that I shouldn't call people just by name. Unless he's the same age as me. " "Good. Call me honey, OK? " "Honey?" "Em. Why? Shocked? " "There is no reason for me to call you by Honey. Too romantic. " "It's okay, right?"

“You, too.” A cloud of blond curls hovered behind him. George stepped away and I screwed my smile on tighter, ready to play nice with Wes’s bubble-gum-sweet girlfriend. “Hey, Sa—“ “Try again,” the blond said, her hazel eyes sparking with amusement. “Subtract the frizzy hair and glitter lip gloss…” My mouth fell open. “Darcy?”

I poured myself a wine and sip it, did I kiss her? "Like...you hugging her and kissing her?" Dominic said it so softly that it sinks into my head. "Hugging..." I got another flashback of hugging her in my room and it was making me crazy. "Hey, Dominic, what the heck do you think you're saying!" I snapped.

Still, the sweet smile and warm eyes were unfazed. “Spicy” he mumbled without moving his gaze off her “Yeah… you are right, like a jalapeno” Joseph followed Mike’s eye line, looking at Sarah too. Odd, father and son have the same taste in women. Mike smirked and looked back at his dad “Mine is wasabi”

His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones. "And that's Amara Zhane Constantine." I focused my attention on the one and only girl in their group. Unlike me, who has paperwhite skin, she had a burnished complexion. When Alistair spoke, her gleaming, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled. Her pointed nose, red lips, and beautiful brown eyes stood out. Her graceful and elegant actions captivated me. I think I've found another girl crush! "Of course, there is Zeeve Maxim Bullecer."

she brings out the jar of cookies from the deep pocket of her robe and opens it. If you are a fan of Steve Harvey’s Think Like A Man, Act Like a Woman, you would understand the double meaning of the previous paragraph. “Oh, thank you so much, Kayola,” Keevan grabs the cookies and stuffs them into his mouth, downing them with the medium-sized bottle of milk. “You must be hungry,” Kayola observes. “Didn’t you get the extra food I sent?” she asks. “I did, sweetheart,” Keevan says and Kayola feels her nipples harden at the sound of ‘sweetheart’. “It’s just that I find your cookies irresistible,” he says and looks into her eyes, simultaneously licking his lips. Kayola feels herself go wet with de