The Lewd Cookie Novels & Stories

she said happily, as she sprinkled baking powder on the cutting board and rolled out a dough. “Yay!” I swayed my hips and rocked and rolled. While we packed the oven with the fine round cookies and the naughty shape I drew, we chatted over a bottle of wine. And yeah, I drew Liam... I couldn't wait to see his reaction when he finally returned. I might let him figure it out himself. “Yummy.” I nodded as I took a bite from the first batch of baked steamy and crunchy cookies. “I know... Magic hands.” She bragged and made hand gestures.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Lena chuckles. “Lemme feed you!” I say as I run my hand to Lena’s mouth. “Ngap….” She opens her mouth and eats the cookie. “Mmm...” She chews the cookie and I eat mine. “Mmm… I love the flavor but I usually bought the peanut one” I say as chew the cookie.

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒ After multiple orgasms from Leo, my heat finally subsided. It had been almost four days since it started, and my body was begging to be anywhere but the bedroom. I tiptoed silently down the hallways making sure not to wake anyone up as I adventured towards the kitchen. I opened the cupboards searching for the perfect snacks for my midnight rendezvous. I grabbed the cookies which I thought would make a delectable snack at this hour and adventured towards the garden. A bright smile appeared on my face as the soft midnight breeze danced through my loose curls. I nibbled on the cookies I had found, and I let out a laugh of excitement as I made my way to the familiar slab of

"You’ve misunderstood me. I have never thought that the cookies were cheap. But you know that I’m an orphan, so I don't celebrate anything. The festive decoration of the packaging made me sad. Thank you for giving me the cookies, but I think you should give them to others to avoid wastage." Coco was no longer the weak and pathetic girl back then. If Layla was planning to do something to her, she would return the favor. Layla’s smile drooped, and she forced a smile again while taking the box of cookies. "I’m sorry, I’ll give the cookies to someone else, then." Just then, she noticed someone behind Coco. "Hey, Loke, since Coco doesn’t want this box of cookies, why don’t you take it? By the way

I was worried, of course. "No, I don't like that. I don't want you to stay away from me. I love seeing you every moment that passes. And you know I love your cookies," he said, tightening his embrace around me again. My cookies? All I remember is him always slapping my hand whenever I offered him different flavors of cookies, causing them to fall to the ground, so I would quickly run and hide in a dark corner to cry. "Don't tell me you still pick them up? Cole Aiden, you're crazy! You know about the five-second rule?"

he asked innocently, receiving a low snarl from Darren. “Her cookie belongs to me.” “Gods, you are such a pig. Besides, they aren’t yours to keep.” “I don’t think you two are talking about the same type of cookies,” Lyle said from behind us, his voice full of mirth. “What other cookies—” Tim’s face turned red as his mouth parted. “I would never ask for—” he shook his head with wide eyes. “I’m talking about a peanut butter and chocolate cookie—” he stopped again, his face turning so dark, it was almost maroon. “I just want to talk about food and not any other meaning.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment and I started to giggle.

But with our current predicament, even bread was considered a luxury we couldn't afford. “Hello, welcome to— oh Arielle, it’s you.” May, Agnes’ granddaughter, said from her place behind the counter. “Here for your box of chocolate cookies?” To anybody else, a box of chocolate cookies met exactly what they were: a box of chocolate cookies, but not really. Only a few knew the true nature of the owner and the store, and they used codes to make special requests when others were around. What most saw was an innocent little café that sold the best baked goods, but the truth was that it was all a cover. The nice granny that ran it was a witch, and what she really dealt with was illegal stuff, like

My core coils with need. “Fuck, you are the sexiest woman alive. I can’t wait to lick your cunt out and taste your honey on my tongue. Be a good girl, sweetheart and take off your bottoms and your panties. Then start fingering yourself and show me exactly what you like.”

kind of naughty —You are here. —Erika looks at me for a moment and then takes a silly one out of the oven. She loves pies and more so apple pies, it's something we have in common. —I thought you were coming late so I thought I'd make you a Pay —she moves like crazy from one side to the other until she finds a candle in a bag —Ready.