Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"

Three days later, frost coated the stone courtyard of the estate. Too precise. Each ice crystal was a perfect hexagon, edges ruler-straight, as if forced into shape by some internal pressure. They glowed faint blue at the edges under the early morning sun. Cold light seeped from within. Scent made physical. Glacial meltwater, unique to the Ice Wolf pack. Step on it and it wouldn't shatter. It would emit a fine, crystalline sound.

And he definitely does not know what to do with a woman like me. Lucky for him, I am an excellent teacher. “I’m going to cool off,” I announce, reaching into the backseat for the bag of ice I bought at the last gas station. “Don’t crash.” I grab a handful of ice cubes and press them directly between my tits. The cold is shocking — delicious — and I let out a little moan that is maybe slightly exaggerated. Maybe. The ice starts melting immediately, cold water running down my cleavage in icy rivulets that make my nipples tighten into rock-hard peaks.

“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.)

I hold the ice cube in my cheek while I lap up her juices and then push it back inside her pussy with my tongue. "What are you doing? Oh Fuck!" She yells, pushing her pussy against my tongue, and then pulling back when she feels the cold ice cube. I continue to eat her delectable pussy while using a fresh ice cube on her mound, running it up and down her racing stripe of pussy hair. As it melts, the ice water runs down around her pussy and into the crack in her ass. Who would believe that I'm sitting here, pushing ice cubes into Miss Edwards' pussy, while I'm sucking on her juices? The ice cube I'm using on her mound is getting smaller. I push it deep into her pussy, pull it back out and the

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.

"Ask Gale if he can provide me an ice from the ice house." "Pardon me! Are you trying to take a bath with ice water? You can catch a cold! Besides, ice is one of our biggest source of money. This summer, so many nobles order it as refreshment and food preservation. You don't forget it, right?" "You are talking too much." He started unbuttoned his shirt and without any hesitation, walk naked and enter the bath tub. The water was as cold as winter. In other circumstances, Max would grit his teeth and hug his knee. But, now, he didn't even bat an eye.

The silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket, broken only by the soft shuffle of my own footsteps echoing through the empty house. I retrieved a chilled water bottle from the fridge and poured its icy contents into a glass. Cold water has always been my preference, there's something about its crispness that quenches my thirst like nothing else. As the first sip trickled down my throat, followed by another, I couldn't resist the urge to gulp down the entire glass in one go. The icy cascade provided instant relief to the discomfort lingering in my parched throat.

Next: ice. A fresh bowl from the bar—cubes clinking. I press one to the rope just above Isla’s left nipple—let it melt slowly, water seeping into the jute, darkening it, making it heavier against her skin. The cold shocks her overheated flesh; she arches violently, ropes tightening in response, diamonds digging deeper. I trail the melting cube down the center line of diamonds—sternum, navel, stopping just above her mound. Water runs in rivulets, mixing with her arousal, dripping onto the rug below.

That made me stand straighter along with the other guys. "Boys," he greeted, shoving his hand in the pocket of his hoodie. "We have a match on Friday against Green-Hill. It will be held in the local rink and I want no funny business. You know the rules." We knew the rules. Of course we did. "Wade," Coach spoke again. "Remind us of the rules." Wade let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh beside me, and I bit back a laugh as he launched into his usual spiel, repeating the rules for what felt like the hundredth time. "No drinking before games, no missing practice and no distractions."