Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

Madeleine 𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡 The bakery was tucked into a quiet little corner of the city, all soft pastels and exposed brick walls, with warm lighting and the scent of vanilla hanging in the air. The table they set up for us was tiny and round, with lace-edged napkins and silver forks that looked too delicate to be real.

The gleaming white ceiling shelters head height Gourmand aroma wafts. It's as if the entire wall is built from chocolate, vanilla, caramel, and sugar, providing a sensation-olfactory that is tempting. At the intersection of the room, Ruby's sense of smell was attacked from three sides. If she crossed to the front, Ruby may have found pistachio cream cake. The baking room's metal door jutted out and felt alive, prompting Ruby to break through. Sometimes, pastry is an option when she gets bored of eating meat.

Her cellphone suddenly rang and she idly swiped the screen to answer the call. "Hello," an unfamiliar female voice greeted her. "May I speak to Miss Victory Sinclair?" "This is she," Victory perfunctorily answered, her attention elsewhere. Her fingers were on the oven dials, adjusting the temperature and timer to suit the pastry. The last time she baked an apple pie, she had burnt it to a crisp, making it absolutely inedible. She still needs a lot more practice before she can aspire to bake as well as what her tutors had taught her at the International Culinary Arts school in Lucerne.

“It’s finally safe to come out of your shell, so you are.” “I think you’re giving yourself an awful lot of credit.” I respond primly, even as I fight the desire to lean into his touch. “And it’s a shame you were such a jerk.” I add pointedly, “now you won’t get to taste the cake I made.” Sinclair arches his brow, gazing down at my batter covered body and adopting a devilish expression. Before I know what’s happening, he’s lowered his mouth to the swell of my breast and is licking the cake batter from my skin, groaning with delight. “Delicious.” He praises, rising up over me again. His eyes drift to the curve of my full lips, then the whipped cream splattered across my clavicle – as if he can

It was strawberry flavored, sweet but not cloying. "It's delicious." "There's also a chocolate-flavored one. Come on, Mrs. Sinclair," Bella said with anticipation. Anathea nodded and decided to stop thinking about everything else for now. "You're so skilled in baking, Bella," Jenny commented enviously. "If I tried, everything would come out of the oven as a pile of black charcoal. There's no way I could make something this pretty." Bella looked a little embarrassed. "I just recently signed up for a pastry class and learned a bit, so I'm not that skilled yet."

I slowly gazed upon her, taking in every inch of her as she laid there, lol on sinfully tempting. She had a red lacy transparent thong on that left little to no imagination on, matching it with it’s pair of lacy transparent bra, showing her erect bud standing proudly in the bra. Her skin glimmered in the lights as a wave of peaches and cream envelopes my senses, engulfing me in her scent and rendering me powerless. Her full lips was molded in a heap of red lipstick, her lower lips caught between her teeth as she battered her eyelashes at me rather innocently.

The room felt small, the tiles cold, the air thick with dread. “You see,” she said softly, dangerously, leaning even closer, “I can end this in an instant. Or I can drag it out. I can decide if Damien sees you burned, scarred, broken, or if I let you live just long enough to beg him for mercy. That baby,” she paused, letting the word hang like a blade, “might just be my only leverage. And I enjoy every second of it.”

My eyes went to his face as he thrust in and out of me and I can't help but wonder how someone with such an angelic face would be so savage. Lucas asked for my submission and I shall not give it to him so easily, my deviance is the only thing I've got and I'm gonna make use of it till he breaks me, I ached my hips up, inviting him to ravage me. The desire I feel is sinful but I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Taking one of my hands off the headboard, I dive it in between us to feel us. I am spread impossibly wide to fit him but I'm taking him, I rubbed my sensitive clit before wrapping my fingers around his cock to feel him as he thrust in and out of me. Pleasurable sounds escaped us as our

I begged, my voice all breathy and broken. My back arched off the table, pushing my tits into his rough palm as he pinched and tugged, mixing pain with that filthy pleasure that had my pussy gushing around his fingers. “You’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks, haven’t you, Sophia? Sitting in my lectures with your cunt dripping down your thighs like a needy little cumslut.” His fingers sped up, fucking into me with wet, obscene noises, curling perfectly against my G-spot until my thighs shook and my toes curled tight.

He has tasted the forbidden fruit, and he knows that he will want to taste it again. He is weak, he knows. Weak and sinful and unworthy of his calling. But even as he berates himself, he can't help but think of Paul's touch, of the pleasure he found in that sinful act. And he knows that no matter how hard he tries to resist, he will always be tempted by the devil in the form of a beautiful man.