Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

Waiting. Nora is the first to climb up. She straddles my chest, knees bracketing my ribs, and looks down at me with that same small, mean smile. She’s still wearing the skirt, shoved up around her waist. The scent of her cunt hits me all over again—warm, slick, familiar. “Open your mouth,” she says. I open. She lowers herself onto my tongue without another word.

". Nora opened her mouth to speak but her words were cut off. "serve her the best wine you have," zack said lazily. Nora looked at Zack with a confused and suspicious expression "Zack, you decide to order me wine while you get yourself fruit juice, are you trying to get me drunk?". Zack smirked, "well if you don't want the wine, don't take it... I don't care anyway". Nora smiled dryly and didn't know what to say. Soon, their drinks were served, Zack got his drink and took a sip while scrolling over a few things on the phone. "you can tell the waiter what you want to have if you don't want to the wine". " hmm no-no I guess this is fine with me" Nora responded and had a sip of the wine while l

"It's just full of barrels, strong smell, grapes, and so on. Not really special." She just nodded and closed her eyes until I heard her little snores so I grabbed the opportunity to take a picture of her, and giggled to see her open her mouth, drooling like she was already dreaming of a sexy guy. This will help me in the future if I need to blackmail her.

Jake and Hollis stopped walking to crowd around the two women, offering awe struck praise and the like. "That was in Berlin." Nora pointed to a picture of herself balancing on a tight rope, wearing white tights and a Cinderella blue sparkly body suit. She was on her tip toes, arms splayed out wide. A huge grin plastered across her heavily made up face. Her hair teased and curled into a gorgeous arrangement twice it's normal size. "You're from California I'm guessing? Since that's what Jake called you earlier." Nora started warming up to Whitney especially, wanting to know more about the bubbly artist. The group started trudging up a small hill as the conversation continued.

Tay also uses the same spoon to fill his mouth. “What do you think about the food?” I ask. “It’s good!” he hums. After a while, Tay goes back to his meeting. I take out my phone to call Nora, and she answers on the second ring. “This is a surprise!” Nora says on the other line. “I miss you too.” I say, knowing her, she is probably smiling right now.

He laughed, shoving him back. “Are you fucking kidding me.” Nora said out loud not connecting that again she heard something too far away to hear. Nora made her way away from the bar, she needed to get some space. There was something wrong with her vision; she could see the tiniest details on things. She walked through the crowd. She slammed into someone. The person fell over like they hit a brick wall. She needed out, she needed to air. This was all crazy, she shouldn't be able to see tiny details across the room, she shouldn't be able to hear whispered conversations across the room over loud blaring dance music. She certainly wasn't strong enough that people bumping into her would make the

“I don’t know how you can stand all of those nasty little green things mucking up your drink.” I chuckled. “They stave off the hunger so that I don’t binge when I finally find food.” She pulled the cherry from her drink and used her perfectly straight teeth to separate it from its stem. “I should do that with these cherries. They’re a damn sight better tasting.” I shrugged as I watched her deposit the cherry stem onto her cocktail napkin. “And, super sweet.” Nora’s eyes lit up when she spotted a very attractive man who looked to be in his late twenties entering the bar. “Speaking of super sweet. That’s Lance Northrup. Just looking at him gives me chills.”

Nora said, the disgust she was feeling mirrored in her eyes. Nora's throat tightened, a sudden dryness betraying the storm of emotions within her. Desiring a momentary distraction, she discreetly signalled the waiter. "Um, could I please have a chicken salad?" she requested, her voice revealing the underlying turmoil. Nora's eyes darted across the menu, briefly scanning the offerings. "And, a lemonade," she added, the words almost catching in her throat. As the waiter noted her order and retreated, Nora sat back, and her thoughts went back to that night.

she warned. Nora nodded, understanding. She took the dumpling Tera handed to her, a steaming hot piece that smelled enticing. Tera watched Nora eat it while trying to resist the temptation herself. However, her stomach was grumbling. She secretly sighed and pressed on, taking a hot burger for herself. The person observing Tera since earlier grinned satisfactorily. But Tera didn't stop eating because of their attention, as Sebastian returned to enjoy his food.

He said to her. Nora watched as something flashed through her eyes and she couldn't help but gulp. She took one bite of the food before she scrunched up her face. “It tastes terrible by the way and you will be sorry for saying that.” She wanted to say before standing up from her seat to leave. Nora watched her retreat in disgust before she sadly pulled out of her thoughts as she let out a chuckle when she watched as the aLpha reached over and grabbed a hold of her plate.