The Lewd Cookie Novels & Stories

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Tarsi nudged a cookie toward Purl before returning to savoring the scent of his tea. Purl already had a cookie in each paw but he cast a longing glance at the one Tarsi had put in front of him. In the end, he stuffed both of the ones he was holding in his chubby face and grabbed for the one offered. He said something that sounded like "Mmphffm mmerrmmph." "That's fucking offensive," Tricksy informed Purl who only shrugged and kept happily chewing his mouthful of cookie. "I'll give him a few minutes to finish up. I guess I should start with you, Tarsi."

Wouldn’t teeter so close to coercion— To using his power to drag a blowjob from her in this office. I’m not good. Her hand slides past me. Eyes locked on mine. “Are you not?” she murmurs, lifting the cookie box. She peels back the lid, fingers brushing its edge like it’s silk. Her gaze drops—to the cookies. The scent hits. Warm, spiced, maddening. My fantasy. Feeding me. Then she lifts her gaze, a cookie pinched delicately in-between her fingers. “What makes you so sure you’re not good, Professor Lucien?”

Littering kisses from my cleavage to my crotch, Leo stroked the beady flesh of my clitoris, seemingly preening at the vulgar sounds that exited my lips as he performed his ministrations. “You are the most gorgeous woman on earth, Allie,” He said, eyes full of adoring warmth. “So gorgeous inside out. Just look at how beautiful your wet pussy is.” Trust Leo to easily turn an heartwarming confession into a wanton utterance. For some reason that turned me on even more. In response to his nasty utterance, I moaned, grabbing his shoulder. He darted me another smirk before pressing a kiss to my clitoris, multiplying the pleasure within me.

Talking in hushed voices and whispers. “What have you made?” I asked. “The soup you are having, tesoro.” “No wonder it tastes like shit.” “You!” He squeezed my thigh below the table. I gripped the spoon hard and pursed my lips. “It’s delicious.” “You’re lying.” “Okay, shit it is then.” This time he trailed his fingers higher on my thigh and gently rubbed there, making me let out a breathless gasp. All eyes fell on us. I quickly lowered my face on the bowl of soup. Leaving him to deal with it. “I made cookies! Has anybody tried the cookies yet?” He blurted. I was dying with a silent laughter that my eyes started to tear up.

Her fingers hook into the waist band of my shorts, and I lift my hips to help her pull them off. My dick springs free and her eyes go wide. "You are so big." She whispers and I can't help but chuckle. I watch as she reaches for me slowly, wrapping her soft hand around my throbbing shaft. Her movements are kind of clumsy and unsure as she starts stroking up and down. "Fuck baby. Your hands are so soft." A small bead of precum comes out and she leans forward sticking her tongue out slowly as she licks the head of my dick. Oh fuck. I hate to admit how embarrassingly close I am to cumming and she hasn't even put my dick in her mouth yet.

Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

That seemed to raise some red flags as far as Leila was concerned At the sound of Mrs. Morten’s footsteps echoing back across the linoleum kitchen, both girls scrambled to take a seat on the couch before they were caught snooping. Zen remembered to be the picture of modesty by crossing her legs at the ankle as their host came into the living room carrying a tray with iced tea, lemonade, and what appeared to be Fig Newtons. Leila remembered those nasty cookies from her childhood, the only ones her grandmother would keep in her house, and the only dessert she would serve her granddaughters. That was the only thing Leila and Lily had ever agreed on, as both girls found the cookies gross and fed

At this point, Jamie could barely control the waves of lust that were sailing through him but he grabbed onto the armrest of the sofa, digging his nails into the sleek leather with clenched jaws just to hold back from going to devour her like he wanted to. “Like this, daddy?” Cookie asked in a low voice, sounding as though she was high from the pleasure. Jamie gulped, his eyes still glued to her pussy. “Just like that, doll. Rub that tiny little pleasure nub,” Cookie didn’t need much coercing to dive into it as her middle finger dipped into her slit to gather some wetness before trailing back to her clit and she began rubbing tight little circles on it. Soft urgent moans escaped her lips as

Amelia asked, concert evident on her face and in her voice. "Well, I've been good." Cookie chuckled slightly. "I still work at the bar, it's quite boring though." She pouted, making Amelia laugh. "There's this new worker there, I always forget his name. He's annoying and talks a lot. He loves to pry into others' businesses and it's sickening." "Oh my god. Sorry." Well there was one thing she knows well about Cookie, she hates people prying into what doesn't concern her, she gets really angry at that and could break some people's nose because of it.