Sweetly Scooped Novels & Stories

” Scarlett declares, brandishing a plastic spoon like a sword. “Ah, my wonderful savior!” Arlo swoons dramatically. “Save us from the dreadful squirrels and uncouth behavior!” By the time we finish, Scarlett is practically glowing, all thoughts of eerie dreams and watching eyes pushed aside for the moment.

Her. And as my tongue scoops the long slit that holds a well of gorgeous reckoning, I surrender. Dive in and dissect the flavor that’s as clear and sweet as nectar. Bright and sharp, lighting up every sense as I suck and delve deeper into that sacred well. Drink as greedily as I can, encouraging the swell by nipping and sucking that humming gem. My hands are so busy running along the satin of her skin. Palming and squeezing the mix of softness and strength that lay in all the delicious curves.

The bell above the door jingled as Allen and Emma stepped into Scoops & Smiles, the small ice cream parlor that sat on the corner of Main Street. The place smelled of waffle cones and chocolate, vanilla, and something faintly fruity that Emma said reminded her of summer camp. Allen hadn’t realized how much he’d needed a normal, quiet moment until he was here, away from football practice, homework, and the ever-present tension in Hartvale. “Wow,” Emma said, her eyes wide as they scanned the small shop, brightly painted with pastel colors and cartoonish murals of ice cream cones dancing across the walls. “It’s… cute.”

mix, fold, scoop, bake. Gift arrived by 6:00 a.m. and helped pack everything into clean boxes with my label: “Diana’s Sweet Treats – Baked Fresh with Love” By 7:00 a.m., the delivery boy came from the restaurant with a big smile. “You’re fast!” he said. We loaded the boxes into his van. “The manager said she’s excited to taste them,” he added before driving off. I stood there in my front yard, flour still on my apron, and smiled like a child on Christmas morning.

I sigh, releasing myself from his grip. "Are we going or not cos I'll rather n_". He didn't let me finish as he drag me out if the office. =•=•=•==•=•==•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•=•= We got to the party and to say I am disappointed is an understatement. Three ugly plastic girls or women or whatever have been glued to my table , I would have sent them away but Jace has been pinching me under the table and mouthing for me to be calm.

Alex slowed down as we approached a massive black gate. I blinked in surprise. The gate was enormous with elegant golden designs decorated beautifully around it. Then suddenly a small scanner flashed near the side. A camera moved slightly toward Alex. Beep. The gate slowly began opening. My mouth fell open immediately. “Oh my God…” Beyond the gates stood the most beautiful house I had ever seen. A massive condo stood proudly in the center surrounded by perfectly trimmed flowers and tall trees. There was a large fountain at the front with crystal-clear water sparkling beautifully under the sunlight.

This scotch was a special fine blend, a collection tickling his sensitive taste buds seeking the most hidden vapors, those fine, almost hidden senses that overshadowed his initial desires. Instantly incited, he had to make the effort to get all the sensation from her, both on the outside where the taste treasure was nestled within the crinkly folds of her entrance, and then forcing his tongue inside, beyond the barrier muscle which opened for him. There he found actual droplets of pure pleasure. Rose moan loudly with pleasure as his tongue found the prize, then moved slowly around to reap what low-hanging fruits was there. Then like a gift, Rose relaxed her muscle even further so his effort

I freeze in my spot as I watch them empty the scoops into a large bucket, the broken glasses landing in it with a shattering sound. “Artemisia,” Cayden calls me with his usual calm voice, tearing me out of my dragging thoughts.

Anchoring her hips , I hold her tightly as I eat slowly with patient precision, until she cries out, "Oh, my God." She's dripping wet. Her sweet, delicious cream coats my tongue, exciting me, making me crave more. "So fucking delicious." Shifting gears, I capture her swollen clit in my mouth and suck as I slip two fingers inside her. Her hips shoot up, and strong runner's thighs squeeze the side of my neck. "Liam." My name trembles on her lips. "Liam..." She writhes against my face with a groan, her fingers yanking my hair. "I'm coming." I move my fingers faster, lick her deeper, faster, and look up, needing to watch as waves of orgasms overtake her body, as she cums all over my tongue.

Deep serves us a mind-blowing sweet coffee to hopefully calm us down. The aroma is so fetching. It smells sweet even from afar. Taking my mug, I blow it continually until my senses are contented that my mouth will be safe. I take a sip, and men, I mean, girl, I had to shut my eyes as I savor its luscious soothing flavor as it soothes the raw walls of my throat all the way down. I also recall licking my lips to accentuate my pleasure. I don't think I have ever sampled something like this. So sweet and soothing!