Taste Of It Novels & Stories

Something about the mysterious delivery was calling to me. I signed the form and brought it inside, sitting on the couch with the box in my lap. It was heavy. Expensive-looking. The kind of thing that screamed money. Inside was a thick cream-colored invitation card with gold lettering. You are cordially invited to an exclusive four-day experience. Hosted by Thomas Crane. No limits. No judgment. Just exploration. The address was to some kind of private estate upstate. RSVP immediately. "What the fuck?" I muttered, turning the invitation over.

They smiled at me and nodded. I raised the cup to my lips and took in just a little. Instantly I was overwhelmed by the taste - bitter and salty. I wanted to spit it out, but I just couldn't. "See? It only lasts a second." I had to admit, the shock of the taste was far worse than anything. I swallowed and the two of them beamed. I gave a weak smile and changed the subject. "So what's on the agenda for today?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to do a little workout now. Want to join me?" "Sure, but, like, is there a gym or something?" "Yeah. Come with me. I'll show you."

“I’m not gonna warn you twice about this, so you better listen and hear me carefully. Stay away from my friends, from Nick, or so help me god I’m gonna destroy your life in ways that’ll leave you scarred. And not just you, the courtesy will be extended to your pathetic little best friend and your wh- your mother! Don’t test me, Freak. You wouldn’t last a second.” She was silent all through, a little smirk tugged above her lips. Her lips, I couldn’t help my eyes from lingering. The lips were so round and so plump, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a perfection like that. So kissable, a part of me suddenly felt like having a taste. “Are you done?” Her words snapped me out of my cringy reverie.

“Taste.” I open my mouth. The first drop is salty. Bitter. Perfect.

She hands it over to me and I gladly grab it , watching as the overhead neon swirling lights brighten it up in the darkness , making it difficult for me to distinguish the colour from the original . I gulp it down at once and she widens her eyes . " That was neat and you had it all at once . " She shouts as a warning . I didn't understand what she meant until my throat started burning , the burn extended all along my food pipe till my stomach . It was disgusting . The taste itself was disgusting too . " You gave her neat ? " Jace growls with a snarl . " I thought she knew ! " Kayla protested . " It'll pass , I'll get you some water . " Jace says , looking around as a waiter walks by with gla

I can almost feel the picture jiggling. “Looks…interesting.” “Interesting is your default word when you don’t want to offend me but you find something objectionable, so you might as well come out with whatever it is you want to say because I know you hate it.” “I’m not saying I hate it because maybe it’s delicious.” But to be honest, I think I’d rather eat my shoe than what’s in her photo. She pulls the phone back to her face and taps at her screen. “It’s not. The last I remember is the slightly sour taste of the mayo and the sweet taste of

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

“Suck on it.” I shook my head amiss the sobs, but his grip was too tight as he shoved my face on it. I clenched my jaw, holding my mouth shut. The pain was spreading through me. He grabbed my jaw and forced it open, then thrust in. The taste of her left a salty, bitter flavor on my tongue. I could feel the vomit threatening to jump out, and I bit his cap in a bid to survive and heard him yell as he staggered backward.

And she was going to be the death of him. “I don’t know,” she said. “I got sick the last time I ate duck.” The waiter pursed his lips. “Perhaps a steak? A bistecca alla fiorentina?” To Wyatt’s ears, the waiter’s voice grew husky. “It’s an Italian recipe… a great piece of meat…” “That’s it!” Wyatt sprang to his feet, flattening his hands on the table. “Back off, dude! She’s a vir…go.”

Hendrix eggs me on. Maybe there really is a Goddess playing a practical joke on me by placing my personal holy grail right in front of me. The way she’s dressed to kill, the way her voice sounds seductively from a distance, the way her intoxicating scent of barbecue and grass tempts me. And oh, the way she tastes! My thoughts drift back to the feeling of my tongue against her wetness, the taste of paradise. Pleasure rushes south, and I decide that fuck it.