Burnt Cheese Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

They might get in Kevin's way. He left around dusk. As the sun began to set, so did my heart. I baked cookies with the Chef in the evening. Kevin liked vanilla cookies with a little sugar and a slightly dark chocolaty flavour, according to the chef. I took photos of the baked cookies and sent them to Kevin. "The one around the corner is more wonderful," he replied. I froze, and my face scorched. On the photo were several cookies that the chef had made perfectly, and I was shameless enough to sneak in one that I had made around the corner.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

He was slightly hairy but barely noticeable. The tattoo on his left hand and side neck was another thing that captivated me. The tattoo formed a wristwatch for him, and then another acted as covering on his arm. His tattoos were colorful ones that made him look like a beautiful art work. There was another one on his chest, a bloomed-like rainbow rose with green stem stretching out below and writing out the word “Cookie”. That same stem stretched from the word and trailed down to his navel in blue, like a waterfall, and wrote something else in rainbow. "Ti amò, Cookie" it was beautiful. His right arm had another tattoo which I just noticed, it was written in a language I don't get but I under

The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

“No cookies for the rest of the month." Julian frowned. “I made those so Faye could eat them Sandra. All of them." Sandra frowned back. “She ate them. Three of them to be precise and three is enough for Faye. Too much sweet is bad for her.” “Sandra... those are Softbatch Cream Cheese Chocolate Chip Cookies! They're not all sweet and surely won't make Faye fat or obese! She could eat a thousand of them and she won't gain cholesterol and even if she did we're rich. We'll give her a whole damn museum of gym equipment to burn those fats.”

But I couldn’t hold them back. After several long, devastating minutes, Theo slowed his hand almost to a stop. I whimpered in protest, eyes flying open. He was looking at me with dark, hungry eyes. “Mr. Cole… I want to taste you. I want to put my mouth on you. Is that okay?” My brain short-circuited. The thought of his lips around me made my cock twitch hard in his grip. I was shy, embarrassed, and so fucking horny I could barely think straight.

she encouraged. He stared at the plate before him, they were giving “This was once a Cookie ” vibe. He realized too late that he didn't have a say in this, so he better start eating. Then, without breaking eye contact, he picked it up. A pause. One bite. Crunch. It was very strong, he had never tasted a cookie that strong before. He tasted way to much sugar, eggs and the lingering taste of something that got burnt. He chewed slowly, deliberately, his expression flat, unreadable. If this was an assassination attempt, it was subtle. He swallowed.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

I jumped back on top of him as I removed his shirt, I grabbed the ice from the bucket as I sucked it, I left the ice on my mouth a little out so I can move it with me while licking every inch of him. He moaned once the ice hit his skin. I moved from his neck to his abs. He touched my hair as I began to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down along with his underwear. I wanted to tease him, so I moved slowly from his abs to manhood. I began to pleasure it with my hands then moved my mouth slowly toward it. I ducked it then left it moving back to his lips. He tugged on my hair, “are you trying to tease me caramel?” I smiled, “not a good idea, baby girl.”

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.