Sweet Tooth Rating Novels & Stories

"Chocolate chip with sea salt. I need a rating, and Michael already ate three without giving me any feedback." "I gave you feedback," Michael called from his cubicle. "I said they were good." "'Good' is not a rating. 'Good' is a cop-out." Derek set the tray on my desk. "Be brutally honest. I can take it." I took a cookie and bit into it. The salt balanced the chocolate perfectly, and the texture was soft without falling apart. "Nine. This is a nine." "Another nine." He wrote it down with a grin. "I'm on a roll. Two nines in one week. I should open the bakery now while the momentum is hot."

“The one who tastes sweetest of all.” Damien’s laugh was dark and full of promise. He gripped her ass hard, pulling her closer. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you against this window again—let the whole city watch what belongs to me.” She moaned softly as he thrust up against her. “Yes, Daddy.”

We gave this a 7 out of 10. Toasted Marshmallow Delight, a creamy vanilla base swirled with toasted marshmallow ribbons, topped with crumbled graham crackers and a drizzle of chocolate ganache. It tasted like a campfire memory. Rowan, the sweet tooth she is, was definitely obsessed with this one.

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 got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

Admiting that to Andre was a special kind of hell. He snorted and shoved my chest playfully. "Shut up. She said you were sweet." "Sweet?!" I nearly choked. That was a death sentence. "Hey, no." Andre shook his head, seeing the panic in my eyes. "Listen to me. For a first run, sweet is a victory. Sweet is exactly what you want." "Are you sure?" I demanded. "Because sweet sounds like a polite way of saying I failed." He rolled his eyes. "If she’d said you were a god, no one would have believed her. You’re a rookie. 'Bad' would have been bad. But 'sweet'... that’s solid."

"No sugar?" I grinned, swelling with pride at what I'd pulled off for her. "Only things that won't kill you. Tonight." She laughed before cracking the golden crust with her spoon. The caramelized snap echoed in the hushed room. She took a bite, closing her eyes like she was mid-orgasm from the flavor. "It's creamy, warm, sweet... and way better than your cum." She opened her eyes, all mischief. "It's sweet, like you. And it's my way of thanking you for showing me life doesn't have to be bitter, sweetheart." I'd never been more honest in my life.

the girl talked too much, he didn't feel like being with someone who talked too much and much less with her, he would love for his wife to be the one to offer him that invitation, besides it was not true that he did not like sweets, well he didn't like it, but now he does, for the simple fact that his wife likes things full of sugar, so he now had that fascination beacuase knowing that every time he tried those things full of sugar, it would cause a big smile to his beautiful redhead, with that it was more than satisfactory.