Strawberry Milk Aesthetic の小説・ストーリー

Ash continues talking, “I won’t take more. It’s for them, I wasn’t trying to take any.” She nods, giving him a concerned look, Kai thought about the taste of her milk. It was very odd, like witch’s moss and something bitter. The books said things like cream and honey and other nice things, but hers didn’t, maybe it was all the medicine she’d been given. She groans, and pants as she comes. Kai looks up at him, and he smirks. She’s always delicious, her come, her blood, her mouth, even the taste of her skin.

And he’d never met a creature less forgiving. She noticed some tankards on the table. She peered in one and saw the rich, dark color of the wine. Tipping some into a wooden cup she lifted it for a sip. “And what is this?” “Strawberry wine.” “Strawberry?” She murmured around a mouthful of the liquid. Her eyes went huge, and she spat what was left of her third gulp back in the cup. Setting it down as though it burned her. *** “What?” He frowned.

I chose to shake it off before I could even explode in anger. I’m still disturbed by Jasper’s mindset but I don’t want argue with him because it’s just going nowhere. I just picked up the thick straw, pointed the sharp part against the plastic covering the cup, pushed it with the right pressure. I took a small sip just to have a taste of this green drink that Jasper absolutely hates. "Hmmmm, this is good." I was quickly surprised to like this Matcha milktea at the very first sip. I took another sip and another.

I sigh inwardly at the sight of that and check my list as I walk back. I think I'm done. I feel like collapsing into a chair but the sight of even more cups catches my eye. Three to be precise. One is filled to the brim with what I'll assume is coffee, the other coffee with almond milk, ice cubes adorn the light brown liquid making me feel I know who it's for, and the last one surprises me, a rosy colored drink with a single straw inside. I need to learn the official names for them, but I'm still confused. Greg is leaning out the window by the time I get there so I just say it.

He touched the glass of milk to check; it was at the right temperature. He explained, "The milk is produced on a farm owned by Lightcloud Corporation. Give it a try. If you like it, I'll make them deliver it to you by air." She accepted the glass of milk and put it on the table. In reality, she disliked drinking milk, especially pure milk. She simply couldn't get used to the taste. "It's really good. Give it a taste." Xavier guessed that she must dislike milk, seeing how she refused to drink it. "Ms. Jowell, the milk seems quite nice. Try it," Eric chimed in.

"Milk." I answered in passing, my attention completely taken by the strawberry cake I couldn't wait to eat. The first bite was like heaven. The cream was soft and fresh, and the strawberries weren't sour but sweet. The pieces of cake in between were just right. I was already sighing in satisfaction when I took another bite of the strawberry cake I held.

"You do drink milk don't you?" She was so preoccupied by the way his legs looked in his jeans that she missed his question. With a blush she replayed his last words. "Milk...yes, I love it." He poured two glasses and placed them on the table in front of her. Then he went back to the microwave. Juicy didn't stop her eyes from admiring his butt when he bent. He had enough... He returned with a plate piled high with pancakes and bacon. Wow! They were picture perfect.

Gomez asked. “Strawberry milk,” she said. Then she buried her face in Saber’s chest, not wanting to see their reaction. “Hmm, I’m not sure we have strawberry milk,” Gomez said, running a hand down her back. She shivered, knowing what those hands were now capable of. “And doesn’t that start with an S?” he asked. “Doesn’t count . . . it’s a drink not a food and not having any strawberry milk is a crime.” “Indeed,” Gomez said with clear amusement.

The sensation was divine, the milky liquid enveloping me like a comforting embrace. Gosh it feels so good. The delicate fragrance of the flowers mingled with the subtle sweetness of the milk, creating an intoxicating aroma that makes me want to eat it. No one ever told me it was like this. This wasn't just bathing; it was an experience. A wave of longing washed over me. I want this life. I want this forever. The flowers, scattered across the surface, added a touch of ethereal beauty, balancing the richness of the milk. The gentle steam rising from the water seemed to caress my skin, making me feel utterly pampered. It was perfect.

Making me grin against Aurora's lips. She tastes familiar, like the strawberry ice cream my niece forces me to eat but better mixed with red wine, she's drunk, that explains the bravery. A woman that screwed me over wouldn't be this bold in front of me, she'd be terrified but fuck, the mixture of strawberries and wine is unbeatable.