Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

He said simply, taking a small sip from the glass. "What are you going to... fuck!" The word came out choked as Kai began dumping the water on me, slowly as the drops went down my skin with an agonising pace. The water was so cold, it was likely minutes away from freezing over in a refrigerator. He didn't stop even when the water ran out and the ice cubes were left. When he pulled the cup away from above my head, my body was trembling from the chill, still nude and exposed with my nipples pebbled up and pointing out like glass.

Exhausted and tiered of standing, i took a sit by the long sofa, making sure not to get too comfortable on it as i waited for dad to come back in and it did not take long at all. "Here" he handed a full glass of chilled water and all i did stare at the object cupped between my palms. It was freezing and i hated the cold. It gave me a kind of chill that made my veins freeze, completely detrimental to my health. At least that was how i had been feeling since the accident. Winter used to be my favorite time of the year and now i can't even stand the least bit of cold or i would start to get really uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and downed half the contents of the glass even still with a cough

“私には素晴らしいと思います。それなら、クラシックなフルーツとミックスフルーツを用意し、アイスコーヒーと軽食用のフラッペと冷たい水を飲みます。” (Watashiniha subarashī to omoimasu. Sorenara, kurashikkuna furūtsu to mikkusufurūtsu o yōi shi, aisukōhī to keishoku-yō no furappe to tsumetai mizu o nomimasu.) (Sounds great to me, then we will have the classic and mixed fruits, while we will be having iced coffee and frappe for refreshments and a glass of cold water.)

He smirked, his gaze fixed intently on mine, as he reached to the side, his hand grasping for the ice dispenser of the fridge door. He cupped his hand under the spout and let out a few cubes of ice. Holding them in his fist, and moved his hand back to my breasts and a loud moan escaped my mouth. "Yes.. uh.. yes... I couldn't contain my moans as the cold melted ice water trickled out onto my pert, aroused tits. The cold sensation sending shivers through me as the water trickled over my nipples and down my belly. The droplets continued to trickle over me, down my thighs, over my pussy, then dripping down onto the floor.

And there was also no more bed, only water and a tiny light that quickly extinguished as I sank deeper and deeper into the icy bottom of what seemed to be a carpet formed by ice plates. Calling that ice cream was at least a joke. I was falling into what should be the heart of ice of some creature forgotten by God, sinking against waters that sucked me into a kind of whirlpool, and being swallowed as fast as a bird trapped under the paw of a cat. There was nothing but dark and cold water against my eyes, and I failed to keep the fright stuck in my chest to avoid panting, and I ended up swallowing water. It burned, burned, hurt in the back of the stomach, as if it were liquid lead. I got despe

do smell like a skunk” I told myself as I sniffed my clothes and hairs, saying that I immediately picked up a shampoo bottle along with a soap from counter and walked toward a small place where there was a water tap along with a big blue bucket and blue mug placed under it on bathroom floor, I swiftly turned tap ONN which poured out Ice chilled water “Holy… fuck that’s way to cold” I cursed lowly as I felt water temperature with my right hand however currently I was in desperate need of bathe because of which I quickly took off all my clothing and started pouring chilled water on my body which literally raised all my body hairs in shiver “Holy shi….” I kept cursing as ice chilled water kept

Chris groaned a little and moved his head craning his neck. "Right, sorry. Good Morning." He said. "Hn. Morning." Isabelle breathed out standing up. "I'll go shower or something." She said running up the stairs. Chris nodded missing her reddened face. He looked at the ice cubes that had melted into water. He sighed and carried it to the kitchen pouring the water away. He poured new water into the square-shaped part of the white stuff (This thing is in my refrigerator but I don't know the name. Either way, it's a kind of rectangle with little squares on two rows, Six in each row, twelve in total.)

The water's glowing a deep, ethereal blue from the lights underneath. I’ve been swimming and playing for two hours, and my body is exhausted in the best possible way. I lift the wine glass sitting beside me, but it’s not wine. It’s ice cream. Chocolate and strawberry swirl topped with a little teddy bear cookie that's been smiling and waving at me. I pick it up. "Awnnn, poor thing," I mumble, looking at the cookie before biting its head off. The crunchy chocolate melts on my tongue, and I close my eyes for a second, just savoring the sweetness.

"It's too perfect. I-I can't even believe it. I've been trying to convince myself that I'm awake and not dreaming." Adam seems concerned. He asks, "What did he tell you, Wrenley?" "I can show you," I say with confidence. "Just watch. He taught me this." Adam watches as I place my hand under the water dispenser on the fridge door. An ice cube drops to my hand and I hold out my palm for him to see. "Okay," I murmur, "watch the ice cube."

“It’s called an Ice Bar and the entire thing is made of ice! The tables, the cups, and the actual bar is ice!” “So you’re saying that I should have put on another scarf?” I tease. He glanced over at me, “you can have my jacket if you’re cold.” I stop him before he takes it off, “I’m fine. Just be prepared to warm me up later.” He kisses the top of my head, “we can turn back right now.” “Oh no,” I laugh. “Not when we’ve just made it.” The sign for the Ice Bar hangs from a long pole jutting out from building, a picture of an ice cube and a bottle of vodka was painted on it.