Double Soft Cream Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I smiled and nodded when people greeted me, but my stomach stayed tight. I stood near the side table with a woman named Grace, one of the investors’ wives. We were laughing about skin care. “That lotion you mentioned last time really worked,” she said, touching her cheek. “My skin feels so smooth now. What cream do you use for the glow? I need the same one for these late nights.” I chuckled, trying to sound relaxed. “It’s a special brand from Paris. Not too heavy, but it locks in moisture. I mix it with a drop of oil at night. You should try it. My followers keep asking for the link.”

“It doesn’t matter if she diverts it for a few days. The fridge can preserve the cream on top of the tart. She’s pregnant for the first time, that’s so natural to hear.” Tamara once told me soft creams can last two weeks in cold temperatures. Not to be durable but will harden and not delicious to be enjoyed with cake dishes. But what Grandma said made me even more suspicious, I’m sure even though she’s never been a pastry entrepreneur once—she’ll understand that easily because there are many masters chef here who will help explain to her. “Mom, I’m going home. The sun is rising and I haven’t cleaned myself up since this morning. I want to soak in cold and fresh water,” I said ending the conv

It was something else. The walls were draped in deep crimson fabric, soft candlelight flickering against the shadows. A heavy four-poster bed stood at the center, draped in silk sheets darker than midnight. Chains and cuffs gleamed faintly against the walls—not crude, but polished, deliberate. And there was a faint scent of leather and smoke in the air, intoxicating. Sienna froze in the doorway, her heart racing. Adrian turned to her, his presence filling the space like smoke. “This,” he said softly, “is where I take what’s mine when I’ve run out of patience.”

The softness of a velvety cotton pad glided effortlessly across her skin, gently removing impurities accumulated overnight. Her fingers danced along the cool surface of a jar, revealing a creamy moisturizer that promised to deeply hydrate and rejuvenate her skin. As she applied it with upward strokes, she marveled at the silky smoothness, the product sinking effortlessly into her skin like liquid silk. The subtle scent of orchids enveloped her, transporting her senses to a serene oasis.