Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

And most importantly, they would find the person together. That afternoon, Mark’s laptop was open between them on the couch. The website they found was sleek and anonymous, catering specifically to couples seeking a third. The air was thick with a strange, new kind of intimacy as they scrolled through the profiles together. Some were crass, just close-up pictures of genitals and blunt, misspelled messages. Others were creepy, their overly eager messages setting their teeth on edge.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

Throwing on my nude heels and some jewellery to compliment my outfit, I walk out of our suite to hunt down my mate. I walk down the stairs and through the lobby, catching the scent of delicious cookies coming from the kitchens. I detour in and swipe a cookie while the cooks pretend to look away. Smiling I say thank you before I turn around and leave. Mmm this cookie is delicious – chocolate peanut butter … one of my favourites. I am beginning to realize anything with chocolate and peanut butter combined is my all-time favourite.

Sonia asked, “What could it be?” I shrugged and proceeded to tear the box open. Inside it sat a beautiful basket of cookies. “Oh, my goodness. It's so pretty.” The girls commented. The content inside the basket was secured by a lace cloth and a ribbon. Even the packing of these cookies screamed luxury. I opened the ribbon and took out the biscuits. They were handmade from Germany and dubbed as a speciality. “They look so… expensive.” “They most certainly are.” Merely, who was looking into her phone, showed us the screen. She had Googled these cookies and found out a bunch of information about them.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

My entire body flushed red. I shut the door quickly, pressing my back against it. “What the fuck was that,” I muttered under my breath, my heart still thumping hard. I carried the boxes to the counter and set them down. My hands automatically went for the smaller one. I tore it open and, just as he said, it was filled with cookies; beautifully shaped and packed. I picked one, biting into it. The moment it hit my tongue, I swear my heart flipped. It was perfect. Buttery, soft, and just the right amount of sweet. I closed my eyes for a moment.

The pinkiest flush tinged my neck. I swallowed hard, fighting the ache in my head. "An answer to what?" He shifted, shifting his weight. "I wanted you to taste my cookies." It was when I caught sight of the little, irregularly shaped cookie held between his fingers. "I know it's probably unsanitary," he rattled off quickly, "but the tray was warm and I couldn't find—" He didn't finish the sentence. Because in a moment of absent-mindedness, I leaned forward and took a bite.

INTIMACY (Baby) Charlie's POV "Come on baby," I hushed as I slammed my lips to hers. She took two steps backwards letting her back hit the elevator. I slid my finger into her short miniskirt and started fingering her. She moaned crazily into my mouth as we kissed roughly, her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck. I slid two additional finger into her V making it three fingers, her moans became more loud. It sounded so sweet to my ears.

she calls and I turn back to her, she stretches the plate towards me, “The cookies.” My smile is tight, “Right, thank you,” I take the cookies and walk into my apartment. Once I close the door I breath a sigh of relief before grimacing at the cookies, “Maybe I should get a dog,” I tell myself, it would be the perfect way to get rid of Gerta’s pastries. Playing hide and seek with my waste, because I don’t want Gerta discovering her uneaten pastries there, is getting exhausting.