Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

~Damian~ In frustration, I found myself seated before the cookies Becky had brought me, and I selected a piece. I promptly placed it in my mouth and savored the satisfying crunch. A sense of pleasant surprise washed over me as I discovered the delectable taste. The cookie had achieved the perfect balance of flavors and boasted a delightful crispness. Driven by the sheer enjoyment, I continued to devour one piece after another, eagerly munching away until every last cookie had vanished. Given the recent events with Cassie, I longed for a mental escape. Although I understood she would never reciprocate my feelings, the pain still lingered.

Adele~ I watched Silver closely, hoping against hope she wouldn’t reject the cookies. Since my lunch was unfortunately ruined by those rude, ugly bitches, I’d stopped by a roadside dessert store on our way here. I didn’t intend to get her anything, not something so cheap for a first gift at least, but when I tried the cookies, they were delicious. They were buttery, soft, melt-in-your-mouth good. So I got extra. And somewhere between impulsiveness and desperation, I figured... maybe Silver would like them too?

Too close. Is this her answer? Is this her thinking about what I said earlier? “Care for one?” I ask, lifting a cookie. She nods. Her lips part slightly, inviting me to feed her. I do. The intimacy of it steals my breath. The way she chews slowly, eyes wandering on me. Like I'm a dessert she couldn't wait to taste. Fuck, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. She watches me finish the last bite before inching closer, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. Thrice. Her hand brushes the waistband of my joggers, moving down to have a feel of my erection.

I abruptly leap to my feet. “Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned. Oh fuvk! just stay far away from me. “Nope. I'm great.” “I'll get us drinks.” “No, drinks! Anything, but no drinks.” He shrugs, goes to a mini locker and brings out a bunch of cookies which he spreads on a flat plate. “Why am I getting spooky when I'm only having cookies…” I mumble after a few bites. “These cookies contain a bit of alcohol ingredient…”

He just breathes against my spine, and I let myself lean back into him fully. This is intimacy now. Not fire. Not escape. But presence. The next morning, I bake again. Not just for me. This time, two cupcakes. One with lemon zest. One with dark chocolate shavings. When Damian walks into the kitchen, he pauses. “You baked?” I smile. “Again. Still not dead.” He picks up the lemon one, takes a bite. Moans. “Oh, thank God. I thought the world was ending.” I laugh for real this time.

Aaron: “Oh, I don’t drink tea. Hurts my stomach. Sorry, wasted that one.” My eyes widened. Me: “What?!” My phone buzzed. It was Julia. ‘Hey honey, forgot to say—the cookies work too. Stronger than the tea, actually. You both eat one each. Be safe and update me. Love you!’ My jaw dropped. I had eaten four. FOUR. Aaron: “You okay, Nessa?” I swallowed hard, Heat spread through me. Wetness pooled between my thighs. I took a few breaths trying to calm down

“Mr. King absolutely loves my cooking.” Adrian nodded profusely. “Yes! The beef was awesome. I’ve never tried nutty beef, but it was amazing!” “Now, Taylor, don’t forget about the cookies,” Adrian reminded. Inner Devil: ‘Told you it was about the cookies.’ Guardian Angel: ‘Maybe a little of both?’ “Yeah. I made those, especially for Mr. King,” Taylor said with a wide grin. Riley motioned toward the dessert tray, pointing at the pistachio chocolate cookies. “These are all for Adrian?”

Call me. I picked it up and pressed the button as I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies from the oven. My stomach cried out, sounding like two cats fighting in a back alley. "Hey. That was quick." Jace spoke between soft panting. "Yeah, what're you up to? Making some girl’s night?" I smiled and moved to get a plate and spatula. The cookies had a few minutes to cool before me and a gallon of milk were taking them out.

“You’ve got to try one. They’re fantastic.” I watched him devour the cookies with an enthusiasm that was almost contagious. Why was he eating the cookies like they were his last meal on earth? Were they really that good? Reluctantly, I picked one up and took a small bite. The cookie crumbled perfectly in my mouth, the rich buttery flavor and just the right amount of sweetness catching me off guard. It was… delicious. I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor, the warmth spreading through me in a way I hadn’t expected.

They have not seen each other for a long time and she just came back. “Nah, you can’t fool me, Melissa Johnson. Knowing your personality, I bet you had fun going on clubs there.” Isobelle said with her eyes turned into slit. “Alright. You got me.” She said then laughed. “This beautiful and sexy lady here, made men kneel down with just one wink.” She even flipped her hair. “Look at you. You just can fool everyone with your innocent face.” Isobelle just smiled and shook her head.