Tododeku Spicy Novels & Stories

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

Cool air hit her wet pussy, and she shivered. Damien pushed her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. His mouth found her clit immediately, hot tongue flattening against it, licking slow then fast. Chloe’s hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip with his tongue while two fingers pushed inside her. She was soaked. The wet sounds filled the room as his fingers pumped in and out, tongue lapping at her swollen nub. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside that made her thighs shake.

Dede said honestly. Bryson looked at her with a frown but there was genuineness in her speech and honesty in her eyes. "What did you put in the food you prepared for me yesterday? All the other servants said you put some strange substance they have never seen before into it," Bryson asked. "The only thing I put in the food I have never used before was a mixed spicy. I used it a lot back in my country. It is a combination of spices into one. I went to the market with Felix and saw one on the Ghanaian market," Dede explained.

His lips didn’t pucker, no flinching, no sweating—none of the usual human reactions to extreme spiciness. “Is he… a robot?” Jeslyn muttered under her breath. “Mmm,” Leonel hummed with a nod. “Interesting. There's a spicy kick to it. New experiment?” Jeslyn’s eyes widened. What?! He likes it?! “Uh… yeah,” she answered quickly, almost reflexively. “It’s… a new variant. Hellfire Lava Dessert.” Leonel smirked. “Nice name. Fits a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” Jeslyn raised a brow.

I yell in her ear. She beams at me before yelling back, "This isn't even noisy yet. Just wait." We finally make it to the front of the line to get our churros and margaritas. I'd be excited about the food, but the drink… this isn't just a margarita. It's a yard-long margarita. Totally worth the fifteen bucks it cost me for a three-foot-long plastic cup I'll never use again.

"Now, hurry up." "There, done," Cedric said as he stood up. "Let's go, loser." “What shall we order?” Kian muttered under his breath. He was struggling a bit because he’s never heard of such flavors before. ‘Spongebob bar? Iced Coconut? Choco Taco? What are these flavors? Don’t they have plain vanilla ice cream?’ he thought in his head. “The Choco Taco is my favorite, mister!” A cute voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to the direction of the voice and stared at the little kid who made the suggestion—a little kid that looked so much like Zeth.

“Your daddy’s going to fuck his perfect woman while I rail his ass.” As Kyle pushed slowly into Phoebe, but before I fucked his ass, I leaned in and ran my tongue over his anus. I probed the hole, fleeing the tight, puckered hole tighten around the tip of my tongue. I pulled back and spit on his hole, and leaned back in to lick and suck at his crack and hole. “You still taste the same, brother.” I pulled back and had the lube in hand a second later. I poured a hefty amount between Kyle’s ass cheeks. I stared at that glossy, clear liquid priming him up. Gripping the base of my hard cock, I notched the tip at his asshole and guided myself into his puckered hole. The force had him groaning.

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••

“You know…” Derek said under his breath as he reached for his water, eyes glinting with mock betrayal, “when you said spicy… I wasn’t imagining melting my tongue off.” I laughed, nearly choking on my own bite as I set my taco down, covering my mouth with one hand. The spice was real, molten lava disguised as salsa roja but the burn was worth the look on his face.

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.