Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

his mother broke the contemplative silence, "I think we've had enough heavy conversation for one day. How about something lighter?" She rose and opened a cabinet, pulling out a large tin filled with cookies. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies," she said, offering the container to us. "Nothing solves life's problems like homemade cookies." As Clay eagerly grabbed a cookie, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if this is part of the Luna training program, count me in." He winked at me as he took a satisfying bite, the chocolate melting and mixing with the emotions that colored the moment. "Trust me, the perks are one of the best parts."

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

When she realized she was still naked, she tried standing up to put on a T-shirt, but Andrew grabbed her wrist and motioned her to sit back in her chair, indicating she shouldn't put anything on while he eats and is entertained by her nakedness. The cookies had a very nice texture and surface. Miranda began chewing the chocolate macaroon, which was slightly crunchy on the outside and soft but not mushy on the inside. Miranda hummed as she licked the side of her lips, enjoying the subtle sweetness of the macaroons and a hint of nuttiness from the almond flour.

Lindsay told Viktor. “If you are going to bake, can I request the chocolate chip peanut butter oatmeal cookies you make? Those are good,” Little Bob said. “Oh, those are good. Those, and the coconut cookies that she makes. Those might be my favorite,” Big Bob said to Little Bob. “And as you can tell, I have done that before,” Lindsay told Viktor. “If you can find a reason to stop by her house on a day when her husband is making pizza from scratch, do it. It is the best I have ever had,” Big Bob told everyone just as Madison walked in.

Her eyes immediately rounded. “Elisenlebkuchen and Dominosteine!” squealed Adine excitedly. “These are my favorite German cookies.” She looked at Dominik with a twinkling gaze. She eagerly popped a dominosteine into her mouth. “Whatever you like, I'll give you,” chirped Dominik. “Thank you, Dominik,” Adine said in a cheerful tone. “A husband should always make his wife happy,” Dominik replied. “Yes, even if it's only for one year,” chirped Adine.

I had just finished baking the cookies when Amihan came into the kitchen, taking in the aromatic smell that had saturated the atmosphere, "What in god's name is going on here!" She exclaimed excitedly as she jumped at me from behind, "I knew you'd love it," I responded with a little smile as I turned to face her, "You know me so well," she screamed as she brought her lips close to my cheek to give me a peck which I stylishly avoided, "you don't know how long I've been dreaming about these cookies, you should have given me heads-up so we'd do it together like we used to," she added pouting like a child,

They aren't judging me for still being dressed for work. Taking our seats, Justine is quick with what she likes and wants strawberries. This is the second time she’s ordered them, and her tart looks scrumptious. I got my usual shortbread and cocoa, and Damien got the same cookie with black coffee. I'm inspired by how carefree Justine is with everything she does and how she interacts with Damien. They’re natural in how they move and talk to each other. I want to be part of it, embracing the moment and offering my treat to share.

MARISSA Annie and Denise were in the kitchen nibbling on a tray of freshly baked cookies that sat between them. It smelled divine in the house, like chocolate, butter and home. “My kingdom for a cookie!” I proclaimed dramatically, hanging my scarf and coat over one of the kitchen stools.

They just didn't ever want to admit that they liked her pastries more. For the first time ever, it felt fun to mix the ingredients for cookies. They didn't talk much but him standing near her had an effect on her that she couldn't quite explain. It was more intense than what she felt the night before that made her run her hands all over her body while he was in the shower. The muscles between her legs twitched and she brought up a random topic to distract herself. Politics. It was not something she enjoyed talking about but it did the trick to distract her from thoughts that had no business forming in her mind. Livian was pretty much done with the bacon and sandwiches by the time she set the

He says. “Thank you! Also do you happen to have an more of those cookies you made me? They’re amazing.” He laughs and opens a cabinet where there is a container full of the cookies. They’re lactation cookies and taste so good that I could eat fifty of them. They’re also healthy enough to eat for breakfast while still tasting like a treat. Chef grabs a small plate and sets two of the large cookies on it before handing it over to me. I take the plate and immediately take a huge bite out of one and groan happily. “So good.”