Sweet Things To Tell A Lady Novels & Stories

I kiss her until she begins to moan softly against my mouth, leaning against me as her arms go around my neck. I slowly pull back, seeing that her eyes are still closed. “That felt really nice,” she says, her eyes opening slowly. “Yes, it did. You taste fantastic,” I tell her. She smiles at that. “You taste like the death by chocolate cake my mother makes on my birthdays because it’s my favorite, but you taste a lot better than mom’s cake.” I tuck that little tidbit away for her birthday in a couple of months. “You taste like freshly baked apple pie, my favorite.”

Then, he awkwardly coughed as he felt a little embarrassed. “Uh...” Anna seemed to understand something, and Dexie appeared in her mind. She smiled and said, “Mr. Dreco, actually, girls like many things, but they are also very simple. For example, you can send flowers or lipstick, and if you try, girls will be happy. Also, girls like handbags and clothes, but last time, you asked me to prepare so many clothes and a complete set of jewelry for Miss Hansley. Maybe you can try flowers and lipstick this time. If they don’t work, setting off fireworks at night is also a good idea.”

"No sugar?" I grinned, swelling with pride at what I'd pulled off for her. "Only things that won't kill you. Tonight." She laughed before cracking the golden crust with her spoon. The caramelized snap echoed in the hushed room. She took a bite, closing her eyes like she was mid-orgasm from the flavor. "It's creamy, warm, sweet... and way better than your cum." She opened her eyes, all mischief. "It's sweet, like you. And it's my way of thanking you for showing me life doesn't have to be bitter, sweetheart." I'd never been more honest in my life.

She hands me a lollipop and winks before saying “Nice ass by the way, you got natural hips and booty, no padding needed for you! So lucky!” One of the other queens…Dahlia La Fluer, snickers. ”I know we aren’t supposed to talk about it, but I honestly do want to be lucky enough to see what our little flame has hiding, maybe one day she’ll let me show her mine and I can see hers…so sexy!” I shudder, not that she isn’t beautiful, it’s the way she talks about me.

If I can win the hearts of so many girls, I can make her fall for me as well. Well, after some time, she mentioned that she was craving something sweet; I personally went to the kitchen, requested the chef, and came back with her favorite dessert. Her eyes lit up. "You actually got this for me?" I shrugged, playing it cool. "You say the word, and I make things happen." She giggled. "That sounds suspiciously like a pick-up line." "Take it however you want, sweetheart," I murmured. She blushed. Blushed.

"He told me it's a surprise. So, I don't really know where we're going." "That sounds like fun. It's nice when your sweetheart likes to surprise you." "It is. Vic does sweet things like this all the time. I'm lucky to have him. I hope you find a guy as sweet as my Vic." "I already have an amazing boyfriend." The woman spoke to her in a condescending tone. "Well good for you. He must see you as an exotic lady."

Smarty. We continued to enjoy the meal and each other's company for a while longer and I decided to give up pressing her by talking about relationships and feelings. In the end, that wasn't the most important thing. She was there, in front of me, smiling and keeping me company. I would leave the later for later, right? " I'm just going to owe dessert. I'm not good at making sweets. - I say, apologizing and, mainly, because I know she loves sweets.

“Okay, fine. What do you think I can do to make her say yes to me?” He hummed slowly, thinking. “Different things work for different ladies, but why don't you start with some romantic, sweet texts that could make her blush hard? Most ladies love that. Then you can top that with gifts like roses, flowers, and don't forget sweet morning texts,” he suggested. “Wow, you're such a pervert. How do you know so much about women? Have you been keeping some sneaky links?” I said to him obviously ready to get him pissed off

“I know, but that sleep was because you were tired prior to your flight. You need a fresh sleep because you are tired from your flight.” “That’s a lot of brain work.” “I know. I am the best.” “If you say so.” She texted with a laughing emoji. “I say so. I also say that you should be expecting a bouquet of roses and some chocolates by nine pm.” “Vince, you shouldn’t have.” “I did. Moreover, I heard women love chocolates whenever it’s their time of the month.” Her brows creased. “How do you know that?” “It’s quite easy to tell when it’s your time. You pick a fight with me.” He lied.

“Give me another reason.” “Because I want you close. Because I liked falling asleep with your strawberry scent at night.” Her mouth twitched. “Strawberry scent?” I bent down, pressing my face into the delicious spot where her throat met her shoulder, soaking in that sweet aroma before pressing a kiss on her skin. “Like a goddamn strawberry field. I don’t even like strawberries.” She giggled, twitching under my mouth. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” “Me. They are false packages. They promise sweetness, but most of the time they are sour and watery.”