Tasting Nora Novels & Stories

Ed Sheeran was playing in the background—a slow and romantic pop song that made him want to do everything in the lyrics to the eating woman in front of him. Nora finally noticed him staring at her. “What?“ “I don't like the food on the table. I want to eat something different.“ Nora started to speak, but stopped and lowered her head when she realised what he meant. Alvin saw with a corner of his eyes that her face was as red as a chili pepper—she was blushing. “A-alvin… we're in a public place for Christ's sake,” she managed, raising her head and frowning on the food like she also wanted to eat something different now.

she said cautiously, "but just… be careful, okay? Something about her feels off lately." I gave a soft laugh to brush it off, waving for a waiter to come collect the éclairs. "Maybe she’s just stressed. Big names in the VIP suite tonight. Everyone’s feeling the pressure." The waiter gave me a polite nod and carefully took the tray. As soon as he was gone, Nora turned back to me with a grin. "Well, if that guest doesn’t rave about those éclairs, they clearly have no taste," she said. "Seriously, the glaze is flawless. Like glass."

I kept my eyes down, focused on the layers of glaze and the final dusting of sugar across the top. When the bell chimed to signal the judging round, I stepped back, wiping my hands on a towel. My cake sat centered on the plate: modest, golden, familiar. I wasn’t here to impress. I was here to be as honest as I could. And then I smelled it. A sharper note of honey. A touch of orange peel. I turned slowly toward the table two rows across. Nora’s station was neat, perfect. Her cake taller than mine, dressed in sugared garnish and adorned with candied hazelnuts. The color was deeper, the spices bolder—but the foundation? The base?

She couldn't help but burst into laughter. But before she could fully enjoy her victory, an attendant handed her a glass of wine. Nora was in high spirits, and without thinking, she took a sip from the glass. As she thought about Harriet's future suffering, a triumphant smile spread across her face. "Miss Nora, how does the wine taste?" Just then, a familiar and clear voice sounded in her ears. Nora looked up and froze in disbelief. "How come it's you?" The 'attendant' took off her hat, revealing a beautiful face. Her amber eyes glimmered with coldness.

I alternated between them, giving each of them the same intense attention. I would lick Sarah until she was begging, her body jerking and twitching with every touch, and then I would move to Maya, tasting her sweetness. The contrast between their tastes was delicious, going from the slightly saltier tang of Sarah to the sweeter, floral notes of Maya.

My mortification knew no bounds when I saw the students discussing my looks openly. Melissa is bland at best, one said, using the anonymous option. I understand why Jake would go for someone more… spicy, another went on openly. Sluttier, you mean? Olivia, one of the pack’s omegas, came to my defense. Going up, I saw what had started this awful discussion. There, in the forum, was a picture of Jake kissing Sandra against the lockers, with the headline: Spotted: Sandra snags yet another heartthrob.

the woman added, stepping up and shaking my hand. "Would you like a glass of water? Coffee? Tea?” "Don't bother with that one. She does not eat.” The voice came from the couch. And God, last night I was too intoxicated to notice how appealing it sounded. British. Smooth. Clean but with a distinct American edge. "Mr. Taylor, yes, you requested her—and here she is," Gia answered, turning to face the man, who had his feet kicked up like he controlled the room. He seemed extremely calm.

The Everley greenhouse was filled with the scents of damp earth and herbs, morning light casting golden hues across the potted plants. I hadn’t planned to be here, but something, perhaps fate, kept drawing me to Nora. She was focused on a sprig of mandragla, her curls falling into her face. I couldn’t help but speak up. “Careful, those little bastards sulk if you try too hard.” Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing at me. “And you’re an expert in sulking plants now?”

She tugged on my hand, and I leaned down so she could whisper in my ear. “Can I pick my color?” she asked. “Any color you want,” I said with a smile. Nora looked like I had just promised she could pick the moon out of the sky. We were shown to a small waiting area and handed glasses of cucumber water. Nora took one sip, cringed at the taste, then scurried over to the polish shelf and started looking for a color she wanted. I watched her over the rim of my glass, smiling to myself.

ANN I brought out my phone. I opened the camera, but Nora made a sound with her throat, and I had to pause. She was struggling with the size of the cock and was trying her best to take a reasonable amount into her mouth. I swallowed, I was literally salivating like a dog. Look, who desperately wanted it to be her. "Is that all you can take? You can do better baby!" He held her head in place and forced her to keep taking more until Nora pulled back with a great force, jerked up and ran towards me directly- in fact to the restroom.