Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

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. I was wondering what he was going to do with it until 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. "Fuck 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.

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

"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.

Paul reported. "This is becoming unbearable." Old Madam Ryan spoke hopelessly. ============ Babe came out of the kitchen holding a cup of ice cream. She was wearing an off-shoulder top and mini shorts. Her hair was packed loosely as she sat on her Queen-sized bed. She was watching a few series that got her hooked for a few days. Just as she was about to get comfy, her doorbell rang and she sighed nonchalantly. The doorbell kept ringing nonstop but she was adamant on not wanting to answer it.

“To eat out, of course! They’re having a taste test of shaved ice in the square! You two should come with me!” “Shaved Ice…?” Mallory echoed, not knowing what it meant. “Yes, shaved ice.” Hazen licked her lips. “Anyway, are you going or not?” “What’s shaved ice?” Oddny mirrored Mallory’s expression of confusion. Hazen’s eyes widened. “You don’t know shaved ice?” Seeing them nod, Hazen slapped her mouth with a hand, then explained. “I see! Shaved ice is, to put it simply, you know—a block of ice then shredded! Then on top of the shredded ice, you could put any flavoring you like. I personally like strawberry syrup on top! If you don’t know what strawberry syrup is, it’s something made with wa

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.