Süß Novels & Stories

We quickly made ourselves look presentable for the call. Owen was giggling on the other line with Nate. "Mommy! Daddy! Uncle Nate let me have all the ice cream and chocolate tonight. I love it here! Bye!" Nate was looking busy on the other end he was juggling more ice cream to a plastic bowl and getting more chocolate from the fridge. We were laughing at him, Nate always had a soft spot for Owen. This happened every time he stayed over. "You are giving our child diabetes Nate, you do realize he will raise hell for the next couple of hours with those sweets right? Where's mom and dad? There's should be an adult in the house." Alex was mocking Nate now, making me giggled.

Hope you enjoy my books. Kat

“Maybe I’m just that boring.” His jaw tics. He leans closer, enough that I catch the faint burn of cologne and smoke clinging to his jacket. “Boring isn’t the word I’d use.” I meet his gaze, forcing a smirk. “Then what word would you use?” He doesn’t hesitate. “Liar.” The word slices straight through me. I grip the apple tighter, skin splitting under my fingers. “That’s a pretty strong accusation.” “Not an accusation.” His voice is steady, deadly calm. “A fact.”

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.

“Take a bite.” I bite into the watermelon slice, it is sweet and juicy. It tastes like summer. “Is it sweet?” He asks. “So sweet!” I enthusiastically reply. “How do you know it is sweet?” He asks. “Because I can taste it.” I answer, puzzled by the question. “How do you know it isn’t sour?” He asks. “It isn’t. It’s sweet like candy. Not sour like lemons.” “So you know it is sweet because you have tasted things that are sour?” He asks.

I inquire with a hint of apprehension. As I take a sip of the sweet nectar, a burst of flavors dances on my tongue, sending waves of delight throughout my body. The berries are plump and juicy, bursting with vibrant colors that mirror the enchanting surroundings. Each bite is a symphony of tastes, a harmonious blend of sweetness and tartness that leaves me craving for more.

“Well, it doesn’t really start with S because it’s cheese. So really it’s a C.” “Is that your same reasoning with sweet potato?” Gomez asked. “Yep.” “Then what about a Snickers? You have to eat those.” Saber smirked, knowing that he had her now. Everyone liked Snickers. “It’s not really a food name, though, is it?” she said. “Not like sardine or sauerkraut. Also, things I don’t eat.” She was bonkers. And for some reason, he found that fucking adorable.

I like pure because that's where I enjoy milk. Now I looked for the sugar and there were three containers there that looked the same. First I took the one closest to me and smelled it but I couldn't smell anything, but its texture was different because it wasn't refined like sugar. It's like Betsin. So I put it back and covered it. I followed the second one and smelled it. I can't quite predict the smell. It's refined so I tasted it first and winced because it was salty. It's salt. I followed the third one and smelled him. I immediately inhaled the sweet smell that was familiar to me. I smiled. It's just too much sugar to make it harder to search. And I'm sure about the smell because I memor

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.