Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

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.

When she arrives twenty minutes later, she bursts in like a whirlwind, arms loaded with brown bags, her blonde ponytail bouncing. “Lisa Emerson,” she declares dramatically. “Prepare yourself. I’ve brought magic.” I arch a brow as I haul myself to my feet with the grace of a walrus. “If you mean cookies, you’re my favorite person alive.” “Labor cookies,” she corrects, holding up a container like it’s an ancient artifact. “My cousin swore by these. Went into labor three hours after eating two.” I eye them warily. “They look like regular cookies.” “They’re special.”

The drive out to his dad’s place wasn’t nearly long enough. The sun was low in the sky, making everything look more golden and beautiful than it actually was. Beside him, Sue chatted away as usual, no doubt wanting to distract Knight from what he was about to do. “So I found these erotic cookies online,” Sue told him. “They’re in the shapes of two people getting it on in different positions. I thought I’d get some for Jared and Sarah for the wedding.”

she said, waving shyly, cheeks already pink. He glanced at her, expression blank. “You again?” Camille’s smile faltered for a second but she pushed through, holding out the box with both hands. “Um… I made these for you. Please accept it.” “What’s that?” he asked, barely looking at her. She swallowed, voice soft and full of nervous affection. “It’s homemade cookies. Chocolate chip. I… I remembered you mentioning you liked them once in class. So I baked them. For you.”

They really do smell divine, let's open up and see what's inside She gingerly removes the sticker tape that is holding the lid together and there's three rows of cupcakes inside, each with it's own unique topping, there's also a row of freshly baked cookies. I think he's either trying to make you diabetic or fat or who knows maybe both! oh shush! I'll take one cupcake and two cookies, you can share the rest of it with the others! now scoot!

“But don’t worry—I brought peace offerings.” She flipped open the box, releasing a warm, buttery scent that made the entire office smell like heaven. “Cookies,” she announced. “From that dessert place Dylan and I tried yesterday. You have to taste these—they’re sinfully good.” My brows rose. “You two suddenly became dessert buddies while I was buried in work?” Emma shot me a mischievous grin. “While you were busy spending so much time with your husband.” I opened my mouth for a retort, but she stuffed a cookie into it before I could speak. The rich chocolate practically melted on my tongue, silencing every comeback.

Well, we were two attractive people, that might not be the case with most of their customers who could afford the service. They had some soft cloths in case we came apart, which seemed likely. But I retained enough tumescence to stay in Li and plug the hole for the rest of the meal. After our climax it was time for dessert. We had a tray with these incredibly thin cookies with a dollop of ice cream enclosed in this wonderful thin shell of coffee-flavored "just short of bitter" dark chocolate. The ice creams included an intense vanilla flavored with a dollop of cream sherry liquor in the center, a strawberry that I swear tasted more like a strawberry than any fruit I had every had, an apricot

“You aren't good at lying. Why would you knock on my door with some cookies and then lie that they aren't for me?” “Anyways…here.. take them. Since you're my neighbour, I made them for you.” I walked closer and gave the cookies to him. “Thank you for them. I will eat them with you in mind.” He smirked, his voice akin to amusement. “With me in mind? Why would you think of me in mind when eating the cookies?” I asked, my brows arched. I have not even the slightest idea what was going on in his head. “Because you're sexy and curvy. I will have to be reminded of you when eating them.” He was bluntly straightforward and it made heat rushed to my cheeks.

I guess they ran out of their neat vodka shots earlier. Next are the cookies, and I can feel Kara tense with nerves, hoping everyone will like them. I try her red velvet and give her a wink. It’s chocolaty and gooey and who isn’t going to like it? Everyone selects a mixture of cookies and I try all of them. They are actually so good. Kara has a genuine gift for baking. I bop her with my hip and she lets out a relieved smile.

The scrap of lace she called panties fell to the ground with the others, as I launched myself at her. My hands gripped her face, my mouth crushing against hers and I kissed Marley deeply. Her taste was sweet, her hands scrambling for my hips, and I growled as her fingernails dug into my flesh. A soft mewl escaped her lips as my tongue drove into her mouth and her knees weakened.