Romans & histoires Unscramble Vanilla

Considering this is their first meeting, when they haven't been acquainted for an hour. "Uh, no, it's okay, I can look it up myself. Thank you for your concern." For a moment Vivian was silent in the face of rejection, no reaction or reply made the atmosphere awkward again. "Hm, Elyn. If I may give you advice, don't use the words thank or sorry too easily. Those two words are not in the SOPA dictionary." What the girl in front of her was trying to say, Elyn didn't understand. "Yeah, maybe you're a little confused at the moment, but you'll understand once the time comes." Vivian walked away leaving Elyn who was still digesting the words or warnings―Ah no, Vivian’s advice.

He wouldn't trade his fiance for the world. "What'd she want? Some good ol' sex." I tease him. "I wish." He says laughing at me as he teasingly pushes me away. "She wanted ice cream and waffles." Chloe, Lucas' fiance, has been pregnant for 6 months and as you can notice, she's been having some midnight cravings for a while now. "Don't get me wrong, I love her so much, but she send me back to make new waffles because the previous ones were too brown." I laugh as I picture Chloe ordering Lucas around all night.

he explained, hoping to clarify things but my head was still blank. None of what he said made sense. "Vanilla sex? What do you mean by that?" I asked, folding my hands below my breast. Thanks to his confusing words, I wasn't horny anymore. "What do you know about Vanilla sex?" he inquired. Why was he answering my question with a question? "I know that vanilla is…a flavour…and sex is… intercourse…" I bored my confused eyes into his. Anger rose up in my chest when he chuckled. "I only have vanilla sex with someone I'm in love with, like…" His jaws clenched painfully as he shut his eyes.

"I like all foods..." "How do you feel about..." his eyes scanned the contents of his fridge as he contemplated each article of food with thought. "Scrambled eggs?" Her smile brightened at the mention, her eyes lifting back to his as he glanced back at her. The girl scrunched her nose, wringing her hands before her. He chuckled at her response, teeth a bright white in the lighting of the kitchen, eyes bright, hair tangled at the crown. "Something simpler?" The man stepped towards the girl with a small smile of his own, hands lifting and drawing her stomach against his, the fabric of his own shirt she wore crumpled.

Ending the night on dessert, the chef surprises us once again with not only three bowls of vanilla ice cream wrapped with tempura batter, but with the same model that was soon adorned with chocolate-covered strawberries and various mochi. Taking a spoonful of ice cream and tempura shell, along with a bite of matcha-flavored mochi, I hold myself back from fully moaning at the delicious mix of flavors. Each bite was its own climax, making me consider the fact that food might just be better than sex. I say the silly thought out loud and Nancy rolls her eyes at me, reminding me that it is just that, a consideration but never the truth.

It doesn't seem or sound so right. "Girl this is legit, I think Uno still loves you and he wants to win you back! This is your time!" Vanessa let go of her milk tea and clapped her hands. "I mean you've been waiting for this, right? And Uno is making the first moves! Grab it already!"

“That is blasphemy, I presume?” “It is!” She mixes what’s in the bowl with gentle, graceful movements. “What’s there to hate about vanilla? It is peaceful and delicious and smells good.” “It is also boring.” Her head shoots up and her chin trembles the slightest bit. When she speaks, her voice sounds clogged like when someone is about to cry. “You think vanilla is boring?” “Sometimes.” “But why? There are a lot of things you can add vanilla to, like shampoos and shower gels and essential oils and…and… all the cakes and milkshakes and ice cream.”