The Lewd Cookie Novels & Stories

Elise glanced at him and smiled, "No, I was just being a little childish. Don't worry, I'm going to make your favorite cookie," "I can't wait to taste it," He grinned. "Elise, do you know that I have a favorite cookie that I love more than my favorite cookie?" Damien asked. "Your question is making me dizzy," Elise slurred her words and rolled her eyes. Damien laughed at her silly reaction. "Okay, let me rephrase my question. Do you know that your pussy is my favorite cookie of all time?"He whispered into her ear. Elise gasped, her cheek reddening instantly.

, Ariv said teasingly "Why did you call me?", Cookie asked grumpily. "Ahmm! Do you have some food in your kitchen?", Ariv asked as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "Why?", Cookie asked confusedly. "I forgot to give food to her and I don't have time to cook. if I take food from here then Mumma will ask me thousands of questions", Ariv said and Cookie laughed. "Aunt Pashika and Bullet Trains are competitors", Cookie said and Ariv growled lowly in annoyance because she was mocking his lovely mother.

He slowly leaned in and rasped beside my ear, "Do my words turn you on?" Frantically I shook my head. "O-of course not." A harsh chuckle. In a silky tone, he asked, "If I were to slide my fingers into your p*ssy, would I find it dry?" Then he whispered, "Or wet, hot and throbbing for my c*ck?" My breaths laboured, my thoughts starting to turn hazy, I watched as his other hand rose to rest beside my bre*st, not touching it. The heat from his hand seeped into my flesh, making the buds tighten.

She jumped around the room, already bored with the cookie mixture and in the mood to entertain herself with something else. As soon as she was out of earshot, Andre leaned forward, his spicy cologne tingling my nose. “Okay, tell me the truth now. I can handle it.” I giggled, wrinkling my nose in mock disgust. “Really?” I waited for him to nod before I gave him my reply. “Please, on behalf of cookie Masters everywhere… don't ever bake another one.” He gasped, pretending to be offended. “Wow, was it that bad?” I widened my eyes playfully. “Horrendous!”

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

I scowled, swallowing. "It's a good way to shut you up." He drawled, suddenly running his thumb across my lower lip to catch the last bit of cookie lingering, and much to my surprise, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked, making me press my thighs together against the pounding throb in my cunt. This man did the weirdest things and somehow managed to make it look sexy. He took another cookie piece for himself and ate with his eyes running over my body. "How are you feeling?"

He licked my slit, then went to my clit where he flicked his tongue in circles. My hands instinctively went to his hair, pushing his face further into me. I called out his name as he lightly bit my clit. He roughly shoved two fingers into me, making me clench down on them. " Fuck you taste so damn good! I missed you, Cookie!" Landon growled between licks. Next, Landon continued his assault on my most sensitive parts. One of his big hands grabbed my breasts through my bra. He shoved it up so he could have access to my nipple.

I bent over, offering him my ass with a cookie on top. I took one of the warm concoctions and crumpled it in my hand, smushing the crumbling remains into his eager mouth, letting him lap at me until every last trace was gone. I gorged him on cookies, shoving them in way past the point of fullness, until he held up his hand and moaned, “Enough, enough! I want something else.” He grabbed me, tickling me into submission until I put the almost- empty tray on the floor, the few burnt cookies looking forlorn as they were left behind in favor of other, tangier delights.

I wanted to avoid that, so there I was, eating stale donuts and avoiding bad coffee. We had some time before the meeting started and Mike was talking to a woman next to him who looked like she had just realized that she made a horrendous mistake by choosing that seat. "Yeah, so who does that? Fucking cookies. Sorry, effing cookies. Fucking Thin Mints, you know? Sweetest little kid and then some degenerate just helps themselves. Well, they're going to get theirs. Don't worry about that. They sell these Exlax cookies things. I took them out and put them in an empty Girl Scouts box. Do-si-dos. Who the hell eats those things? Anyway, I then pulled all the tp from the bathrooms. Happy eating, mot

“More. Give me another. I need to feel full.” He added a second finger, pumping slowly at first, then faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside me. His mouth hovered at my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “You’re dripping down my wrist, Lila. You're such a greedy little cunt. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, parading around in silk and lace, grinding on my cock like a slut who needs to be fucked senseless.”