Novel & Cerita Sweet Afternoons

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.

The sun rays showered the living room with their bright light, reflecting on the marble floors, and illuminating the room with their natural light; this gave the room a warm ambience and I smiled in satisfaction at the beauty of the afternoon. My morning had been quite uneventful, having spent the early hours staying locked up in my room in an attempt to avoid Adrian, yesterday's stomach stirring moment still burning in my memory; and the later hours laughing my heart out to Andre and Rainbow 'Bow' Johnson's dealings with their crazy and dramatic family, work, and everyday life in Blackish, one of my favorite comedy TV series.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

She was still sleeping with all of her nakedness for my view, I kissed her hair and carefully leave her side. I put on my pants and decide to smoke one of the cigars that I bought earlier. I poured the leftover wine from dinner, and bring it outside while enjoying the Russian summer breeze. It was colder than what I was accustomed to, but I really needed my cigar break. An hour later I was about to come inside when she found me and asked me. "Gary? Are you okay?" She was wearing her satin robe as she took her seat next to me. She's just too fucking beautiful.

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