Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

In an attempt to sound casual, she continued, "There are indeed many people eager to attend it. Otherwise, Josh also wouldn't fail to secure an invitation." She was emphasizing that Joshua didn't receive an invitation. However, Carly seemed oblivious to her words. Instead, her attention was drawn to the exquisite cookies on the table. There were pink almond milk cookies on the small plate. The cookies had exquisite patterns and were petite in size. They were delicately crafted into bunny shapes, looking both charming and adorable. Carly smiled as she reached out for a cookie. "These cookies look exquisite, especially the bunny-shaped ones," she commented, feeding a small piece straight into

She still needed to ride a taxi from the arc of the Sacred Place Village, and that was more or less a thirty minutes’ walk. Honestly, it was working just fine for her. She loved the greenery, and walking wasn’t a massive turnover of her decision. She immediately placed the cookies inside each of the containers, munching one in her mouth – it was chewy and delicious, like what she wanted them to be. “Wow! I can smell something from your door. What’s that?” Cristine cheerfully asked as she went to her side. She swiftly motioned the cooling rack to her – where the excess cookies were. Her eyes glittered and she couldn’t help but laugh at her.

I wanted to avoid that, so there I was, eating stale donuts and avoiding bad coffee. We had some time before the meeting started and Mike was talking to a woman next to him who looked like she had just realized that she made a horrendous mistake by choosing that seat. "Yeah, so who does that? Fucking cookies. Sorry, effing cookies. Fucking Thin Mints, you know? Sweetest little kid and then some degenerate just helps themselves. Well, they're going to get theirs. Don't worry about that. They sell these Exlax cookies things. I took them out and put them in an empty Girl Scouts box. Do-si-dos. Who the hell eats those things? Anyway, I then pulled all the tp from the bathrooms. Happy eating, mot

Romy batted her eyes at the others, “No worries. Lotte can hook us up…” Charlotte’s cheeks heated, and her jaw clenched. As if materializing out of the floor, Barbara was now at Lotte’s side and beaming with delight. “Hello, ladies! What a nice day we are having… Did I hear that we came in to try a few samples of our new cookies? Let me grab a few.” The bigger woman motioned for Charlotte to follow her into the back kitchen. With a sly smirk, she placed a finger to her lips and reached for a knife with her free hand. Whispering, she shared her trick with Lotte, “I get women like this all the time. Watch and learn.” Grabbing at one of the freshly baked cookies, Barbara sliced it into four pie

Faera explained to Barrett, she’s supposed to be the one to punish Cliverio, however, her past action cannot be at fault as well, it was for the best. “Had I known he would be in such a state, I should have snapped his head at that time.” Barrett smiled to console her friend. “Regretting it won’t help, however you have a reason why you did that right?” “As expected, only Barrett can understand.” Both girls felt the weight on their chest has been lifted, then two other girls entered the tea room with cheerful faces. “We’re here and we brought some cookies! It was the limited edition that was released by Eddie and Yngs pastries!” Mielle immediately brought out the freshly baked cookies and the

“What? Are you we—” “Have some cookies,” I interrupted him and lifted a cookie for him, trying to fight back the blush because he was goddamn right. I was wet. For him. How could I get turned on by getting my knees kissed? There was something definitely wrong with me. He parted his lips and leaned closer, wetting the hem of my dress as it had risen up to my thighs. His hands were on my legs, pushing them apart. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I encouraged myself and placed the cookie between his straight white teeth. I clenched my legs when his fingers tightened over the dress and he took a small bite. I thought it was over and I could breathe again when he looked up at me, smiling, and li

It’s weird for her seeing me standing in front of the stove. “I baked some cookies.” I tell her. Right now, I’m just going to make some more cookies because Ugetsu loves my Swiss lemon butter cookies and so I’m gonna just make a few more. “Let me help you with that.” Natasha says as I take the cookies out from the oven and started plating them. “Thanks.” I tell her, taking off my gloves. “I just thought maybe I should turn it into an I*******m post.” I said as I take out my phone.

The woman’s offer almost made my mouth drool, their cookies’ smell hit my nostrils from outside the shop, and having smelled them up close, they just seemed to tingle a sense of want in me, I nodded biting my bottom lip to prevent my smile from widening. “Take a seat dear” the woman smiled at my reaction, amusement filling her expression. “And here’s some hot chocolate to warm your insides as well” the old man said softly, he put a white mug filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows as the old woman brought a white plate with three hand sized cookies, these were the largest cookies that I’ve ever seen, the ones in the palace were small ones and I was never allowed to have more than one or o

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

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.