Creaming Novels & Stories

“You keep giving me lip, I won’t be sharing my skills with the lot of you any longer.” “You make it?” I asked in amazement. “You make the cream?” “Aye,” she smiled proudly, “It was my mother’s recipe. I even milk the cows and churn the butter to make the cream myself, just the way she taught me. Blending it with the liquor was my idea, though. She blended hers with maple syrup or lavender tea.” “The commander is an excellent baker too,” Maurice smirks. “How very domestic of you,” a giggle at Cherum, making his face turn as red as his hair with embarrassment.

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It was like a fountain, her pussy pulsing, drenching every single thing in sight. Thia followed seconds later, her eyes rolling to the back. “Oh… me too… creaming all over this cock!” Her cunt clenched, thick white cream oozing out, coating the dildo in sticky ropes, dripping down her legs. The sight of squirt mixing with cream, their bodies trembling, pushed me over.

“You did help me. The compensation sum of three billion dollars has helped me a lot. Besides, if you really feel sorry, I have another kind of cream here. Are you interested in buying it?” What? There was another cream? Everyone looked at him, especially Dominic. He had a feeling that he might have been tricked by Thomas again. Georgia asked curiously, “Have you developed a new cream?” Thomas replied, “It’s not really a new one. It’s just an improved version based on the original cream. Although the original cream can suck out dirt on the face, it will make the skin dry and easily crack. So, I added a few more hydrating ingredients so that not only could it suck out dirt, but also comes with

"What's your verdict?" She asked Gino. She came an hour early in her shift that morning to practice the dessert she was experimenting with. She was making a Crema catalana with a twist by adding fresh-cut fruits to it. Crema catalana is a creamy dessert and is a Spanish custard dessert very similar to crème brulee. She was planning to add it to the menu plan for the weekend desserts once she had perfect the taste of it. It was almost done as she was doing the finishing touch when Gino found her in the kitchen and accompanied her. She asked him to taste it and he gladly obliged.

It wasn’t a surprise as her mother was a Master Potioneer and ran her own Cosmetics Potions company. Aubrey brightened when she asked for her help. She handed over the list of potions ingredients and waited as her roommate read it over. Lilac eyebrows raised in alarm. "Are you trying to brew a lust potion?" "What?" She feigned ignorance. "I got that recipe from a potion maker in England. She said it’s a concentration potion to help me study." "Cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, rose petals, sage…" Aubrey read off the list. "My mom uses these ingredients for perfumes. In small doses, they can induce attraction. In higher dosages, things can go very wrong."

she asked while putting the oil in a pan for frying. “Yes, madam.” “Then, I will hand over the making of our dessert in you good hand”. “Hmmm, madam, actually while the taste of my mango float might be the same but I guess, I can’t grasp the proper way of making of it.” “Okay, you prepare and I’ll watch” Aunt Melba pick a bowl and put the all purpose cream and open the condensed milk and about to mix it to the cream. “Wait, I guess I got your problem. To have a fluffy mixture of the cream and the milk, you have to beat first the cream until it is fluffy, then mix the condensed milk. Then, that would be your mixture.”

Their conversation moved naturally from the studio to the nursery and then to a package that had arrived that morning. Halfway through the meal, Regina paused and pointed toward the dessert. Her smile widened as she watched him examine the small dish. “Crème brûlée,” she announced. “It’s a French dessert made with smooth vanilla custard and a thin layer of caramelised sugar. You crack the top with your spoon to reveal the soft, creamy custard underneath. The slight bitterness of the caramelised sugar balances the sweetness.” Alexander tapped his spoon lightly against the caramelised surface. The crisp layer broke with a delicate crack. Then he took a spoonful of it and swallowed it.

I answered. He stared at me with wide eyes, as though he was expecting me to burst out laughing any second from now and tell him it was some kind of inside joke or something but I didn't really like delving into the topic. "The what?" His eyes widened even further. "The delicious tasteless tsunami cream-salad fluff shake." I repeated myself with a sigh. "I discovered it." I added, he was still staring at me curiously, so I went on. "It's a mixture of unrelated flavors and fruits that don't blend together, it also tastes like a tsunami in your mouth so my manager gave it the infamous name and..."

“Like an overdose thing?” “Yeah.” “Yes, of course. If he’s still immobile, then they shouldn’t be using the high one or the darker cream, as it might be too much pressure for the muscles.” “Darker cream?” My forehead creased as I twisted the cap to open it. “Did you mean the color of the cream?” “Yes. The darker it is, the more concentrated the mixture is.” “So, how can a white become darker? What color should it be?” “What white?”