Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

She pouted adorably. "Maybe next time I should really tie you up. How's your bruises baby?" She pushed me back to the kitchen counter. Her raspy voice and her sexy words had woken up my other half. She was smiling wickedly, as she touched me and making me moan. Then she abruptly let me go, to get the coffee. Sexy morning tease! I lifted her up to the kitchen table, and start kissing her neck. "It's good mistress, but I will be better if you would stop with your tease, and touch me again." I deliberately said her favorite nickname, she smirked but continue drinking her coffee.

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

“I hope you don’t mind, I might have gone a little overboard with the pastries today.” I smiled, stepping inside. “I would hardly mind. They smell amazing.” Susan led me to the kitchen table, where there was an assortment of muffins, scones, and tiny tarts arranged on a tiered tray. The sunlight was spilling through the window hitting the plates just right, catching the sugar on the pastries and making everything glow. I could hear the faint drip of rain somewhere beyond the panes, a gentle rhythm that seemed to slow time down. “Help yourself,” she said, and I did, choosing a small chocolate tart and turning it over in my hands. I took a delicate bite, savoring it, but my mind was already el

If I was supposed to wait for him to come first, there's no way I could've. I wipe my wet eyes on the sheet and turn my head. Our eyes meet, fixating on each other's lips. Slowly, sensually, we share a kiss that mirrors our descent from the heights of pleasure. When we break apart, he withdraws from me, and with a hint of a smile, he whispers, "Better than your fantasy?" I lick my tingling lips. "Beyond." Lennox, still adjusting his attire, shared his recommendation with me. "SATURN BRIDGES has amazing desserts and coffee," he mentioned while fastening his black pants, the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear peeking out slightly.

She passed a witty smile and entered the cafe. I knitted my brows in confusion, not understanding what she meant. “How can Aster be my Romeo?” I shook my head right to left. “No, no… she is thinking too much.” “Ahh… this is so refreshing,” I exclaimed, darting at the view of the sea. A cold breeze was blowing and making the white curtains flutter. The cafe was not very crowded making it peaceful. It was sunset and everything was looking so beautiful from sea to sky. For many years, ‘Sweet Cafe’ had been Kirsten’s and my favorite place. It not only served delicious items but also the view seen from the cafe was breathtaking. So it was the best place for us to relax.

"Never. Each bite is like a little piece of heaven." As we continued sampling the exotic treats, our conversation flowed effortlessly. We traded comments on the unique flavors, discussing the nuances and surprises that unfolded with each bite. The sweetness of the chocolates seemed to be a reflection of the bond growing between us, melting away any lingering doubts or fears. After satisfying our sweet tooth, we leaned back against the blanket once more, our eyes drifting to the endless expanse of the meadow. The sounds of nature enveloped us, providing a soothing backdrop to our conversation. We listened to the gentle rustling of leaves, the melodious chirping of birds perched on nearby bran

“We could reduce the sweetness in the frosting a little. For a large wedding cake, a flavor like this is usually easier to eat after dinner than something too rich and chocolatey.” Aurora turned to Zach. “Do you like it?” He tasted a small piece. “Good.” Aurora smiled. “See? He likes it.” I wrote lemon elderflower, strong candidate. Then I tasted the vanilla raspberry. One bite. Too sweet. Not bad, exactly, but the frosting immediately coated my tongue in a way that made me want to find a bitter coffee and write a formal complaint to sugar. I picked up my water and took a drink. “That one’s too sweet,” Zach said.

In the quiet of the night, Amara stirred, her dreams interrupted by a sudden craving. With a soft sigh, she blinked her eyes open, the dim light filtering through the curtains around the room. As the haze of sleep lifted, the desire for something sweet intensified within her. She couldn't quite explain the craving, but it consumed her thoughts. She longed for something sweet, something that would melt on her tongue and fill her cravings with sweetness.