Tasting Summer Novels & Stories

“Tiffie, what are you doing here? I hear that you joined that fashion competition. How was it? The results came out today. Did you qualify?” She did not expect for Summer to hit the nail on its head. Tiffany bit her lips and replied, “I barely made it… But… there was a slight hiccup. If I tell you, you can’t get angry.” Summer was in a pretty good mood. She smiled as she munched on some fruit. “Go right ahead.”

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was electric, a stark contrast to the tense exchange I had just had with Roy and Shayla. As Jax led me through the opulent space, I couldn’t help but marvel at the elegant décor—crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the gathered guests. The scent of gourmet food wafted through the air, mingling with the soft hum of laughter and conversation. It was like stepping into a different world.

I say as I take out a fresh outfit. "Yeah, sure. Next time we are going to the Hamptons, and please next time I drink don't let me make any plans. Otherwise, we might go hiking next time." I laugh as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Duly noted. So how are things with Anthony? Don't think I didn't notice the two of you intertwining fingers as we watched the movie." Summer blushed as she went to close the door and then leaned against it. "I know it hasn't been long but I really like him." She says with a big smile on her face. "I think about him all the time, his black hair and those big brown eyes, and those lushes lips. And the way he smells..."

Summer Nollan "Juliet, come here." "Juliet, please try this." "Juliet, do you like mangoes?" "The steak is ready, Juliet." I don't know how many times that day that my name being called around. They're all so nice and I felt so overwhelmed. Wesley tried to help me from it but in the end, he was the one who got frustrated. They asked me to eat steaks, cakes, fruits, caviars, cheese and lots of other things. It felt weird to me being called Juliet too instead of Summer.

Beatrice said in a low tone and Maria screamed again. "I'm 101% sure you haven't checked your email, girl, we are at the top already!" She screamed and Beatrice still couldn't understand her words properly. "Maria Sebastian, talk to me calmly like a reasonable person" Beatrice said in a cold low tone as she was pinching her eyebrows in frustration. "I checked my mail today and I found out, the school has given us a year cut off, as a prize for being the best student of the year over our seniors. So, if we resume next week, we are among the finalist, just one session left and we are done with school"

Guess I was wrong. We perched at a small table by the window, spoons in hand, diving into the kaleidoscope of flavors. Each scoop was a new journey, sparking lively debates about the best one. The caramel’s salted decadence had one of us declaring it the champion, while I swore by the decadent Midnight Chocolate Truffle. The room filled with laughter as we savored every bite, the cool sweetness lingering on our tongues like the perfect summer afternoon.

Exploring every inch, tasting me like she needed it. She runs her hand into my hair and I let out a soft moan. The kiss is deep and breathtaking. She pulls out the kiss and says, “This tastes just like summer camp. Tory Lane.” She winks and walks out, leaving me partially breathless.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

🔞PERSONAL TASTE 🔥 (I JUST WANNA GET LAID Location: Chicago Time:- 5:30 pm EMMA P.O.V As my eyes met her dreadful face. "Mum good evening" I greet and made to walk away. "Hey, Emma come back here!" She said and dragged me back. "What's the problem mum!" I half yelled. "Emma doesn't raise your voice at me, don't you dare!" She said and I mentally scoffed.

“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.”