Double Soft Cream Novels & Stories

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

After flipping through the reports, Liam raised his head to look at Agustine. "Still not giving up?" Hearing this, Agustine sneered even more disdainfully. "I really don't understand—at this point, what are you still clinging to? "Do you really think pretending there's no issue will change the results?" Turning around, he opened a sterile container nearby and pulled out a clear, gel-like substance. "This stuff—this is what you call White Glycoside Cream, isn't it?" Seeing this, Liam narrowed his eyes slightly. "Grandmaster Burrey…"

she added for emphasis. Sofia exhaled in exasperation, glancing around for something to calm her nerves. She grabbed her bowl and took a large spoon. The flakes were softer now, they’d lost almost all their crunch. Just the way she like them, they’d absorbed enough of the condensed milk and their tastes had melded into a tongue marveling one. She tried to ease her mind on it. Tanya wasn’t someone she’d normally speak to about this. She didn’t even understand her motives here. She sighed, savoring the creamy goodness in her mouth.

I pulled the lid off the can and squeezed two generous squirts onto her glorious red-brown nipples. Her breasts never failed to amaze me. They were too big for my hands to grasp and felt pliant and soft to the touch yet were firm enough to stick out from her chest so that, in reality, she didn't need to wear a bra. The cream tasted slightly artificial and sweet but within a few seconds I was left sucking and licking her bare stiff nipples as she groaned in obvious pleasure. "Oh, Jake. Yes. Oooh, that's so nice," she sighed as I bit them gently.

“I’ll take care of invitations and dress code. Quietly, of course. No slipping up around the little princess.” Seth chuckled. “You know I love a good plan.” Laughter bubbled around the table. Just then, Charlene, ReNew, Issa, and the twins peeked around the corner. “Hey, what’s going on in here?” Charlene asked, raising an eyebrow. Beth sprang into distraction mode. “We were just wondering... what kind of ice cream do you like?” “Ice cream?” Issa asked, puzzled. “What’s ice cream?” Odo lit up. “It’s a mixture of milk, cream, sugar, and sometimes other goodies, frozen into a creamy delight.”

I remark, eyeing the mountain of cream skeptically. “Exactly,” she replies, her tone dripping with triumph. With deliberate ease, she dips a finger into the whipped cream and licks it clean, her tongue tracing her finger with a slow, satisfied hum. Her pink lips curl in delight, glistening in the light, and I can’t help but notice how the motion draws attention to the curve of her smile.

She hadn’t given Eden anything in return, yet Eden had already gifted her something so precious. Eden thought for a moment and said, "Not that expensive. It’s just ten dollars." "Ten dollars?" Sinead gasped. "That’s incredibly cheap! Do you have more?" Eden raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "This cream is so effective and affordable. We should market it. Give me more, and I’ll sell it for $10,000 a bottle," Sinead said, contemplating whether $10,000 was still too low. In Rielton, wealthy women would likely pay even $100,000 a bottle once they realized the cream could make them look younger.

Soft classical music fills the air and already I can feel myself unwinding with every step I take towards the sofa. “Right, I’ll be downstairs, Abby,” my mum says softly. “I have your phone so nothing can disturb you. Enjoy!” My mum disappears down the stairs before I can protest, leaving Victoria and me alone. I listen as Victoria explains all about the Neal’s Yard products she uses, appreciating the scents as she holds up the various jars to sniff. I love the fact that all the products are organic and when I try one of the hand creams she is holding it sinks into my skin leaving it feeling silky and soft.

I just couldn’t help myself. “C’mon in here and set down” she said, that faint accent again, as she opened the icebox and took out a glass bottle of what must have been fresh, whole milk. The cream was visible at the top, and she scooped it off into a cup as she poured two glasses.