Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Novels & Stories

I asked, staring at Vanilla She ignored me, seating comfortably on the grey couch, scooping in Ice Cream. I stared at her hard, It's Christmas for fucks sake!, and she's not talking to me. She's currently wearing my Yellow hoodie and my blue boxers, She's not really showing skin, but she still makes my heart leap. She packed her hair in a ponytail, I don't like it, I like her hair down. "Vanilla" I whined, putting my hands into my pocket, touching the tiny circular surprise in it.

One far above all the rest. The scent was particularly strong; sharp yet subtle notes of blue freesia, white peach, fresh clementine violet. The hint of crisp muck and a touch of vanilla brought it all together. It was the most intoxicating thing either he or I ever smelled. There was no doubt that a taste would be in store tonight. “Mmm,” even I could not resist commenting on the scent. “What is that?” I incredulously asked.

I added. I was trying to figure him out, but I didn't need him to know I was onto him. I blinked and took a sip from it with his watchful eyes. "Whoa." My eyes grew wide as the taste swirled in my mouth. ‘Even if he kills you off now, Jessie, you know the last thing you tasted was something out of this world.' “I knew you'd like it," he said, beaming with happiness. “It is a vanilla bean latte with almond milk, light foam, and an extra shot.”

she calls softly. The door opens and Bianca, one of her personal maids, steps in carrying a silver tray. The scent of vanilla and strawberries floods the room instantly. “You asked for waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, my Lady,” Bianca says, bowing slightly. “I did,” Lumina smiles. “But where’s the chocolate syrup?” Bianca blinks. “Oh. I’ll get it right away—” “It’s fine,” Lumina says quickly. “Don’t stress over it. I’ll just imagine it’s there.”

“It’s… familiar.” My heart skipped, but my expression didn’t move. “Warm vanilla,” she continued slowly, inhaling lightly. “With jasmine. And something else… spicy.” Her eyes narrowed, searching mine as if flipping through memories. “I’ve smelled it before. Somewhere.” I let out a soft laugh, tilting my head. “I suppose it’s a popular blend. You know how these designer perfumes are — everyone’s wearing them.” Her eyes lingered on me for a second longer, like she didn’t quite believe it. Then she looked away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

The strange bronze and quartz necklace hung low like a talisman, tickling cold against my chest. "It's alright," Vanessa said, and kissed me on the lips, "Let Katie enjoy herself." Vanessa was, objectively, the most beautiful woman I'd seen outside of a magazine or a movie. Her blonde hair was like spun gold; thick ringlets cascading over her shoulders. Her perfectly shaped tits were perky and slightly upturned. Her dripping pussy, with that little bit of pubic hair, hung promisingly over my erect penis. All this angle wanted was for me to kiss her, to feel her body and please it with my own.

I stop in front of her and grin. “Hey, little kitten.” My grin widens. “Miss me?” She doesn’t answer. Typical. I lean closer, almost into her space, smirking into her eyeballs. I inhale lightly and freeze for a second. That scent… Burnt vanilla. Sweet, soft, warm. Draven purrs low in my chest. His eyes roll behind his head. I don’t blame him, there is something oddly intoxicating about vanilla. To think that is the most useless flavor. And I hate it with every fiber in my being.

But I don't really have the time. I get out and dry off myself slowly. After that I rub my favorite creme made with real vanilla all over, knowing that the smell of vanilla is a turn on to most men. I don't use a perfume, instead I top it up by rubbing pure vanilla on my pulse points. Pure scent without alcohol or other things to interfere with the scent. Pulling on my new red thong I get a wicked idea and grap my phone. I turn my back to the mirror and stand on my toes, snapping a perfect picture of my legs and ass in the new panties.

Lucas groaned dramatically. “I think I’m getting drunk on sugar,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Do we still have one more?” “Vanilla bean,” I said, spooning up a bite. My eyes widened. “Oh my God. This one.” Lucas tried it, then pointed at it like it owed him money. “We have a winner.” I giggled. “You’re so picky.” “I’m selective,” he corrected, mock offended. “There’s a difference.”