Pineapple Upside Down Cupcakes Novels & Stories

Within a span of fifteen minutes, he quickly but elegantly finished everything except the pumpkin cakes. Meanwhile, the dishes were taken away from him. He ordered another pot of iced tea; he started on his second pumpkin cake when the fresh new pot was placed in front of him, placed down his cake on the plate, and poured out the iced tea onto his cup again, placing the pot on the table, he lifted the cup towards his mouth, as the cup was lifted there was a sudden silence before there was a sudden loud whip-like Bang! and the sound of Porcelain smashing into pieces

- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth. - This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vod

I announced in a hushed tone, "our mission is to choose the perfect cupcake for our secret operation." Valerie, clutching a miniature shopping basket, scurried towards the display. Her tiny finger pointed excitedly at a cupcake crowned with a miniature chocolate castle. "Look, Mommy! It's a princess cupcake!" I smiled. "It is beautiful, but what about this one?" I picked up a cupcake frosted a vibrant blue, decorated with a shimmering white seashell. "This one looks like it belongs in the ocean!" The little girl’s eyes sparkled. "Can we get both, Mommy? Please?" She asked, jutting out her lip.

My voice was an octave higher when I said, “…it’s—it’s not very expensive…is it?” “You’re sure gonna liven things up around here, aren’t you?” She asked, her eyebrow raised. I set the sifter on the counter, slowly. “Um, I hope so?” Her lips twitched as she took in all the bowls and ingredients I had pulled out, “what’re you making?” “Pineapple upside-down cupcakes?” “Kind of hard to do that without flour, isn’t it?” She chuckled, leaving me standing there speechless as she walked to the pantry and grabbed the container of flour I had just put back minutes ago.

She just didn’t want to give him any more comedic material. Once she reached the dessert table, all annoyance melted like butter. She stared at the cupcakes as if they were old lovers welcoming her back. Dreamland, she sighed. One particular cupcake stopped her in her tracks—a golden beauty nestled on a silver platter, its fluffy top crowned with a glistening slice of glazed pineapple and a single glossy cherry, like a tiny tropical crown. A neat little label sat in front of it: Pineapple Malibu. Her eyes lit up. Ooh, tropical vibes. Let’s do this.

I pushed away from him, rolled him over onto his back and got on top of him, my frosted tits in his face. He graciously sucked and licked them as I moved my hips up and down on his. With an iced thumb, Marcus rubbed my clit and I groaned with pleasure, exploding all over him, lost as he moaned and came inside me. As we reclined on the floor and stared at the ceiling, we were aware that Marcus would need to take another shower and that I definitely needed to frost the cupcakes before the frosting dried out. Slowly standing up, I made my way to the countertop and gave the frosting a quick stir before I carefully frosted all of the twenty-four perfect banana cupcakes. I handed one to Marcus who

A smile bloomed unconsciously on his lips, something that only she can do to him–Selena's witchcraft. The 3 musketeers at the buffet table started reaching for food, placing them on their plates. At the end of the buffet, where desserts had been arranged nicely, Zaden spotted cups of chocolate ice cream. Selena would have surely taken one but why not?. He reached for it but before that, his eye landed on the next dessert, a pineapple upside-down cake. His smile dropped and a frown replaced it.

I also made a mental note to ask her about the origin of her weird name. She appeared at the door without as much as a sound. I gasped in shock seeing her there with a tray of freshly baked cupcakes. The cakes smelled so good but they had an odd color. They were purple. My favorite color but I still wouldn’t touch them with a fifty-inch pole. I wouldn’t touch them if I was chained to a fifty-inch pole and left under the full blast of the sun’s heat. I wouldn’t touch them if the fifty-inch pole was brutally rammed continuously in and out my tight pus-

They were masterpieces. I spent hours last night working my way into the early hours of the morning. Is it classed morning at like 2am? Anyway. A chocolate cupcake, with some pastel pink buttercream icing and a chocolate drizzle, because I mean who doesn't like chocolate. And lastly... a chocolate strawberry. And now.... one has just gone and been destroyed by my best friend's mouth. "What? I haven't had my breakfast yet." She shrugs innocently, and quickly consumes the remaining cupcake.

If a rebuilt marriage could be built out of the ashes of everything else, then maybe this really was working out for the best. James went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Christine hadn't properly prepared him for everything she'd purchased. There was a twelve-pack of butterscotch pudding right up front and a tray of chocolate cupcakes on the shelf below it. He took those out and placed them one by one on a plate. As if that wasn't enough, there were also fresh-baked brownies sitting on the counter. James took a small knife and cut those into squares. He found another plate and stacked them up into a gooey, chocolate pyramid.