Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

It was farther away than it seemed at first, but after about ten minutes of lumbering through the woods, Alex finally came to the source. It was indeed a small creek and it was running further down the mountainside. Alex knelt by the edge of it and dipped his hand into the water. To his surprise, the water was freezing cold. Alex shuddered as it almost chilled him to the bone. However, looking past this, Alex was more than thankful to find it. He cupped his hands, lifted a small amount of water from the creek, and drank what he could before the rest of it fell through his fingers.

I get up, pull on gear without fully deciding to and walk to the rink. The ice at five-forty in the morning is a specific thing. The lights on half-power, the refrigeration hum, the cold that hits your face at the entrance and reminds you immediately that this is a real place and you are a real person in it. I lace up alone on the bench, no rush, nobody waiting, just the sound of the empty building around me. I step onto the ice.

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.

After filling up the tub, Nick stripped in front of her and helped her take off her clothes since she was feeling shy. Miranda noticed that Nick was already hard. He carried her in such a way that he could see her face and had access to her fruit. He gently put her down in the tub filled with bubbles. The water was warm and soothing. Nick sat behind her and started rubbing her back with the bubble water. He slowly started massaging her shoulders and made his way to her breasts. They were round and not too big.

That person asked. "I'm worried that you'll go bankrupt." If the man bought ice at this price, not to mention others, even the waiter would not do anything tonight. He would directly ask for leave to go home and then find some water tanks. No, he didn't even need this. He just needed to dig a big pit on the ground and then fill it with water. After freezing for a few hours, it would be more than 5,000 kilograms of ice. Given the temperature of Nightsky City, he could circulate it at least a few times tonight.

It should help but doesn’t, because losing sight of myself only leaves more room for him. I step under the water and hiss when the heat hits the scratches across my back. For a moment, the sting is sharp enough to cut through the whiskey, sharp enough to make my hands curl against the tile, and I lean forward beneath the spray with my head bowed and water running off my shoulders, trying to breathe past the strange, ugly pressure building behind my ribs.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes." She heard something behind her that might have been the beginning of a response and was gone before it could fully form, out the door and into the December morning with the specific unhurried pleasure of someone who had somewhere ordinary to be. The street was cold and clear, the kind of Chicago winter morning that was brutal and beautiful simultaneously, the sky a hard blue above the buildings and the lake somewhere to the east doing its vast patient thing. She walked to the shop on Meridian and bought coffee and stood outside for a moment in the cold and looked at the street and thought about nothing in particular, which was its own form of luxury.

Just shut me out like two years of our lives didn't happen, God I was being such a pathetic loser. "So much for being over you." I laughed quietly to myself. I locked my phone and placed it face down on the table before reaching for the glass of water the waiter had left. I finished the entire thing in one go, thinking it would help with the unsettleness I felt but it didn't help. The waiter returned. "Would you like to order something while you wait?" For a second I almost asked for whiskey, something strong enough to quiet my thoughts. Instead I smiled politely. "Just another water for now."

I gasped around Marcus’s shaft. Jax didn’t stop. He pushed the melting ice cube inside my pussy alongside his thrusting cock. The icy burn mixed with his heat was overwhelming. I shuddered violently, my walls clenching tight. “Feel that, baby?” Jax growled, fucking me harder. “Take the cold while I fill you.” Another ice cube pressed against my asshole. Kyle took it from Jax and forced it inside my ass while his fingers kept stretching me. Cold water started leaking out immediately, dripping down my crack and mixing with the cum.

She pursed her lips at the way he looked at her and ignored him. “So, what you guys are saying is Wayne created this...ice thingy?” she asked as she squatted down to look at the big block of ice that seemed like a work of art. It was waist length in height and half a metre wide. Yes, it was a huge water pot that Mufasa had kept by the wall. There were some designs in the ice which was formed because they were on the inside of the pot. It simply took the form of the pot as if it was a baked cake in a fancy cake pan. “I thought he could only bring the temperature to zero degrees and not actually freeze something or even play with ice. What are you, Wayne? Elsa?” Olive inquired honestly as she