Cream Vim Novels & Stories

I was quite pleased that their jars were made of glass. “Let her do whatever she wants. She’s a lady, and she has a right to her well-being. Besides, she has you to take care of her.” He chuckled, but my husband listened to him and allowed me to have a taste of the vodka. This vodka had a peculiar taste, making me wonder how they were able to create this from corn. This is hard to believe. The wine burned my throat, but the aftereffects were quite hard for me to control. I took two cups consecutively, but Alpha Crixus stopped me from taking the third.

"Just to assure you, I'll give you mine." Anna sniffed it again, "what's it made of?" “Malt, chocolate, and cream.” Jessica answered. Anna sipped a little and could taste the cream and chocolate. It gave her a velvety mouthfeel, so she drained the entire glass. "It's smooth, I like it." She reached out to grab the other glass but Jessica stopped her. "That's okay for now, we don't want to have you swaying to the stage when you are called upon."

The sales figures for the oldest flavor—the cream soda—had dropped drastically. “Jace, the statistics for cream soda are plummeting,” I said, my voice tightening with concern. “It’s not making any sales. Over the past two months, the profit margin has dropped by 65%, and we’re only making $350,000 a month now. We’ve lost over $650,000 in just two months.” “We’re focusing on the new flavor right now,” Jace replied casually, taking a bite of his taco. “The profit from that is crazy. We’re considering stopping the production of the cream soda and putting all our efforts into the Cranberry Blast. It’s really making waves.”

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

The vibrator came in next, thrusting quickly inside my body as his hands cupped both breasts, taking each nipple into his warm mouth. “Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed. “Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.

His eyes darkened; his gaze literally caught fire. As for me, I was about to lose my mind from the intensity of that touch! This time, my Windows 95 crash screen wasn't blue—it was glowing a vibrant, lustrous scarlet. Quickly throwing myself backward, I practically fled his touch, staring up at the moonlight in the night sky and letting out a breathless, primal groan:

He asked as his mint breath fanned my face. There was something about his minty breath, it was mixed with cigar smoke but it was faint. That was some grown men shit! I simply nodded and avoided looking him in the eyes. God what this man does to me can't be explained, someone shoots me I have lost my sweet mind. He smirked. "I love pineapple smoothies mixed with some milk which is addictive with a tangy flavour, sour taste, and very handful. Don't you think that is the best flavour? I want you to try just one time and see for yourself. Just a taste." He says, his words heightening my sexual frustration and I was pooling in my pants.

She hadn’t used them in any of the drinks served yet. Pulling out a random mixer ingredient, Vera read the label and nodded. “This one brings out the sweetest moments of a user’s memory.” Oh? Could the moments be customised now? “What syrup is that?” Zen pointed at a dark red liquid. “That’s rose syrup, meant to bring out hidden romantic intentions. I don’t think you need that for recruiting anyone.” Ah… that made sense. However, the revelation made Zen wonder what Vera made for him earlier. “Did you customise those memory clips for me?”

“What white?” “The cream. I see almost a transparent cream.” “Are we talking about the Salvaben Cream?” “Yes,” I replied. “It’s not white or transparent. It’s green. The darker the green, the stronger it is. It’s herbs—special herbs, thus the color.” My heart thundered as I looked at the white or clear gel in my hand.

Kristen's mother uttered and left the room. "What drink is this? it smells so good," Vitali asked, as he smelled the drink again, "It is a Whiskey Hibiscus Cocktail, the garnish is Hibiscus and thyme sprig. This is Mother's forte. She drinks a lot so she always has this in the fridge, they are other types, homemade like this." Sky said and we both hummed as I took the drink to my mouth, I took a sip savouring it in my mouth,