Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

“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?”

She beams at me, eyes crinkling with warmth. “Let me get you some cookies. Wait here.” She turns and disappears inside her cozy home, leaving the door ajar. The faint aroma of vanilla and spices wafts out, mingling with the crisp morning air. I smile as I take the basket. “Thanks so much. These smell incredible.” I pop a cookie into my mouth and savor the soft, buttery goodness. “Wow, these are amazing. My daughter, Rose, would go crazy over these cookies. She’s my lil cookie monster.” I lightly laugh.

And damn she smelled so fucking nice. My heart hammered in my chest when I remembered how my lips roamed over her neck and I was so glad, I got the chance to bite her. My desire got more rejuvenated when she released those soft low sounds from her lips, especially when she moaned my name. Like it was the best sound ever. I've never been this intimate with a woman before, probably because i was mostly busy with work and school my whole life. So I really got irked when my phone rang. Even though the call was a bit relevant, it still ruined the moment. I was disappointed when he hung up because she had covered herself completely.

When I catch sight of the price tag on a small bag of cookies my eyes go wide. Fuck. Two hundred dollars for some small bag of cookies? Greg seems to have noticed what I am doing and he chuckles. "Did you think they'd be the same price as they are in the more commercial areas?" I shake my head, not wanting to look stupid... "But two hundred dollars for a small bag of cookies?" "They're rich people cookies. They have a distinct taste to them and they're generally more fragrant than normal cookies." I scoff and look away. "I could make a bigger batch for less, warm from the oven and certainly more than four cookies in that small bag. So is one cookie meant to be fifty dollars then?"

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors. "My God, Amy, they're great," I exclaimed, taking another bite with sheer delight. Amy beamed at the compliment. "I'm glad you like them. Now let me show you how to dress them up." She moved behind me, her gentle hand guiding mine, and I felt an unexpected rush of warmth at our close proximity. Her presence was comforting, and her guidance was patient, as we created intricate designs on the cookies with a syringe. It was a skill that required a steady hand and an artistic touch, and Amy's expertise was evident.

I glanced at the half cookie in my hand wondering if it was not the same one in my hand. “Did you make different batters?" I asked. “No, it's the same one." Selene shook her head. "Let me try it.” Sasha grabbed another cookie and in the same way, she gagged and dropped it too. "I guess your cookies are the anti pregnancy ones,” I chuckled and pulled the plate towards me. "I will eat enough for both of you.” "This is rather humbling.” Selene took her seat. "I'm sorry, Selene.” Kayla covered her mouth.

Wouldn’t teeter so close to coercion— To using his power to drag a blowjob from her in this office. I’m not good. Her hand slides past me. Eyes locked on mine. “Are you not?” she murmurs, lifting the cookie box. She peels back the lid, fingers brushing its edge like it’s silk. Her gaze drops—to the cookies. The scent hits. Warm, spiced, maddening. My fantasy. Feeding me. Then she lifts her gaze, a cookie pinched delicately in-between her fingers. “What makes you so sure you’re not good, Professor Lucien?”

"Yeah, and they're delicious but they're not the main focus of the company 'cause the profit margin is kinda low. Understandably, you don't know this since you've just entered the company. Lucas has a special fondness for the snacks manufactured under his company 'cause Anya has always loved those snacks so Lucas made sure the snacks are well-made." As he was saying that, Jason picked up a shopping basket and threw some of the snacks in before opening a bag of cookies for Corinne to try. "This is one of the classic sandwich cookies by Rivera Group. Do you want to try?" Corinne accepted the cookie and her eyes shrank to pinpoint size with just one bite. 'This taste, it's so familiar.' She fe