Creaming Novels & Stories

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

Light crept through the boards on the windows as Jess laid on the bed motionless zoning into the obsess. It was becoming easier to just feel nothing and numb herself. The creep offered her some eggs and a burnt piece of toast. She remained motionless but watched as he placed it on the side table. “Come on now, you gotta be starving. At least have some water.” He lifted her up and she felt like a rag doll. She let him give her water and some of it ran down her chin, she didn’t bother to try to catch it.

There was no room for anger or pain, only one goal: to finish the formulated cream to treat the ailment that was consuming nearly the entire surface of her skin. ​Once the cream was formulated, Sua poured it slowly into several small earthenware jars. She worked meticulously, making sure not a single drop was wasted. The scent was faint, like freshly picked leaves, with a slight shimmer from the Itun oil mixed with the Pakaya aloe sap. The cream was a pale greenish color, smooth as silk, and felt cool against the skin. ​One by one, the jars were sealed and covered with violet cloth. Sua sighed with relief when the work was done. She set aside one special jar, smaller than the rest and adorne

"That's already unusual." Mateo, perched beside the counter with a sleeve of crackers in hand, looked up with mock suspicion. "That means… what? It's boring?" I allowed myself a small smile. "No. It means she isn't trying to hide anything. Commercial creams use fragrance to veil ingredients that shouldn't irritate—but often do." "So boring is good now?" Mateo said, crunching loudly. "Good to know." "Not boring," I corrected. "Honest." I rubbed a small amount between my fingers. The texture was telling. It lacked the high-slip finish of silicones, the inert dullness of paraffin. Something whole was here—plant-based, unprocessed.

I dipped the weeping tip into the saucer of cream, coating it in a thick white layer. Her eyes widened her lips parting on a silent gasp as she stared at my cock now glistening and dripping with the creamy offering. I stepped closer, touching the cream soaked head to her lips. She didn't hesitate. Her mouth opened and she engulfed the tip, sucking it softly like it was the most delicious popsicle she had ever tasted. The shock of her warm wet mouth after the cold of the cream was a sensory explosion like plunging from a snowbank into a sauna. I felt myself melting on her tongue, a low groan rumbling in my chest.

“Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.” Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.” My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?” Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.” My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s called Rosa Cream.”

I'm almost too full to try it, but it looks so delicious that I have to. "Crema Catalana," Alejandro says. It's a custard dish that reminds me of crème Brulee, made of cream, milk, egg yolks and vanilla, with cinnamon as well. Antonio is adamant that I'm going to enjoy it, as is Alejandro, but per my hesitance, Alejandro scoops the dessert on a spoon and holds it out for me to try.

Living in autopilot. Luckily for me, the work in The Daily Dairy doesn't require much concentration. It is actually kind of no-brainer to be frank. Every morning, before sunrise, we all start by scraping the cream from the overnight milk to the jugs and then pour them into a wooden churn. From there, everybody just starts churning those cream for a good thirty-five minutes up to an hour, depending on the weather. When the paddles start getting heavier, you would know that the cream starts turning into butter lumps and buttermilk.

After she took his shirt off , she looked at the wound and took the bowls with white cream . " I will have to put the cream . " said Kiara . " ......Did you prepare this cream ? " asked Eskylrious . " Yes ! " said Kiara .

She had the certain look that said she was constantly considering, calculating—never impatient. "Let me think... chorizo, garlic, onion..." The man trailed off as his eyes held hers. It was in that moment that he noticed just how large the girl's brown eyes were. They were large and feline, the colour of the brown stood gentle and softening. He loved the aspects—the same aspects that made her eyes so bravely unique. "-olive, lard—for the pastry—eggs, flour, coriander, chicken stock..." He paused once more for yet another spell of thought as the girl pinched her lips together, his gaze drawn to the action. "-sun-dried tomatoes, paprika, cumin, chicken... I think that's it," His listing were o