Candy Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Caelan said, using his hands to describe, "Cotton candy this big, I could eat a whole one, filling my mouth with sweet flavor. That sweetness was indescribable and kept me happy all day." Jade nodded silently. "But later, I didn’t like it anymore. I even hated it. Just the smell of cotton candy made me nauseous. Everyone thought something was wrong with my taste buds, but I knew it wasn’t my taste buds—it was my mindset that had changed."

~Candy~ Our lips clash, the waves of pleasure igniting inside me. I am hungry for his taste, desperate for his scent, pulsating with animal lust for his touch. I claw through his back, almost drawing blood. He moans into my mouth, urgently, desperately. His tongue digging into my mouth, our saliva mixing together disgustingly. “Candy…” he whispers. My name sounds exotic on his lips. “Fuck me, Axel…” I beg him. I want his enormous dick moving inside me, destroying me, turning me inside out.

“So, what about you, Candy? What are you into?” “Me? Meh! Not much, really. Just modelling and cosmetics. I don't have a shop where I sell them, though. I only do deliveries for now.” Candice said, while avoiding eye contact with Yomi. “Plus, I'm a make-up artist, and a very talented one for that matter. But the pay is pretty... well... wack. To be very honest with you.” “Come on, you don't have to feel bad. At least you have something doing.” Yomi placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile. “Look at me, Candy. Come on.”

I'm so stressed out. She had been suggesting to me for years to join the sugar baby listing since a couple of her clients were asking for me. I never felt the need to even consider it. Every time she asked, I would just smile and keep on working. I know she put me as her assistant, as a window dresser. Since I was apparently attractive enough and eye candy, for both the daddy and momma that pass through her door.

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

Diego slowly turned his head towards Jameson, who gave him a grin in return. If looks could kill, Jameson would be unconscious. Before he could fire at him, his eyes spotted Candy approaching them. She was so beautiful, he almost didn't recognize her for a moment. Her red short gown clung to her curvy body, alluring enough to make any man drool. Her makeup was light, and her curly black hair fell on both shoulders. "Happy birthday," she greeted with a warm smile. Judging from her expression, she must have prepared this.

I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me. I begin rubbing her waist, drawing circles and just trying to store everything into my memory space. Because each time I look at her there’s this feeling that rises up inside of me, like a part of me comes alive, I know it’s not love, but I won’t be surprised if it becomes that.

The cafe had a homey feeling to it. The place radiated a golden aura reminiscent of honey. The walls were adorned with warm tones of amber and gold, creating a cosy atmosphere that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. Soft, mellow music played in the background, adding to the soothing ambience. The menu boasted a delightful array of honey-infused treats, from honey lavender lattes to decadent honey drizzle pastries. The furniture, crafted from rich wood and accented with honey-coloured upholstery, invites you to relax and savour the moments spent within this hive of serenity.

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

“Nothing.” Sandra walks further in, tapping her heels against the marble. “You know what? It is not bad. It is actually gorgeous.” “Told you!” “Needs color though. This gray is depressing.” “Exactly! I was thinking warm tones, maybe gold accents.” “Absolutely not.” “You do not even know what I was gonna say!” “You were gonna say neon signs, were you not?” “…Maybe.” “Please, no neon.” “Neon is aesthetic!” “Neon is a headache.”