Strawberry Shortcake Huckleberry Finn Novels & Stories

Cassandra proposed. “Oh, thanks, '' Rick replied. Dinner went on so well but Rick could not keep his eyes off someone on the table as they spoke and ate. “Which is your favorite, the coconut-flavored cake or the strawberry?” Madam Grace asked Cassandra who gave her a gentle smile. “Oh I love the coconut more but between the strawberry and blueberry, I would love more of blueberry” Cassandra chanted happily as she munched down a mouthful of cake.

Just thinking of another bite was making me sick. Too. Much. Sugar. "What's your favourite cake?" "Hmm?" I said looking up, nearly half asleep in the warmth here, it made me drowsy. He was flicking through the book and my eyes scanned the pages, how were they so pretty? Too pretty to be eaten. "Chocolate, strawberry, caram-," "I don't have one," Reed raised an eyebrow at me leaning back in his chair, "How can you not have a favourite cake?"

I return the books back to the shelve, walking out of the public library with Jordan bouncing behind me. After taking the orders, I pipe down my plate, waiting patiently for Jordan to finish with his. "Are you done now." I roll my eyes. "Uh.... What about dessert." He ticks. And I had to slowly massage my nose to stop my tongue from running loose. Gee.... Please God, don't let me go to prison for murder. "Hurry up with that." Calling for the waiter, we order different small sizes of dessert cake. Strawberry, vanilla and chocolate.

The way she'd look up and smile, telling Laura to wait just a little longer before they could indulge in the sweet treat together. Now, standing in the same kitchen, Laura attempted to recreate those memories. She washed the strawberries, sliced off their stems, and set about making the dough. It was a tedious process that took far longer than she remembered, but she persevered. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the oven dinged, signaling that the shortcakes were ready. Laura eagerly took one out and bit into it, expecting to be transported back to those carefree moments with her mother. The taste was familiar, yet somehow different. It was then that she realized: no matter how hard

Mike leaned out the window when he saw me coming. "Hey, strawberry girl," he said. "You're late today. Thought you forgot about us." "Never," I replied, smiling as I reached the window. "Double scoop, please. Extra big if you can." He checked the freezer and frowned a little. "Shit. Strawberry's all gone. We had a rush earlier. Would you like vanilla or chocolate?" I pouted, leaning on the ledge so my tank top gaped a bit. "Damn. I was really craving it."

The strawberry touched my skin just enough to make me feel heated up, then it reached my cunt and Dakota didn't hesitate to shove it in. I gasped, body tilting forward. The movement jolted the plug in my ass as well. Dakota pulled out the strawberry, placing it on his tongue with a small smirk. "Just a small snack before you leave. Go on, your mates are waiting."

I couldn't stop laughing, seeing the horror in Riley's face, hearing about my bagel wedding cake. Oh, I'm loving Riley.

As my computer hummed to life, I decided to indulge in the cheesecake, the sugary aroma too tempting to resist. The moment the decadent dessert touched my tongue, a symphony of flavors erupted. It was a sensory onslaught, the rich creaminess mingling with the tart sweetness of strawberries in a dance of exquisite harmony. Even though strawberry cheesecake is a staple dessert, this one was exceptional, its flavors amplified and tweaked in some indescribable way. I was enraptured, lost in a world of taste and texture that was unexpectedly delightful.

I sighed. “ So what's the plan? ” “ The plan is rather simple. All I need you to do is cry for your strawberry shortcakes, ” I beamed. “ Strawberry shortcakes? ” Chloe was both surprised, confused and excited. I guess that's the result of excess sugar. “ Yes, so it's operation strawberry shortcakes! ” * * * *

“No. I’m fine, Marian.” Lilly returned a few minutes later with the two books. She chuckled in excitement as she showed them to her father. Suddenly, she said, “We have to go and thank her, Daddy.” Then she sat up. “I know. We can buy her something to show her how happy we are to get strawberries and books from her.” Sam frowned over this, and then he smiled. “How about we bake her a cake?” he suggested, his heart suddenly bursting bright with renewed energy. He had his eyes on the strawberries when he said, “How about strawberry shortcake?”