What Is Cherry Chapstick Novels & Stories

Aniya looked at him with wide eyes and caught him grinning, devilishly. "Well, I did want to know what your chapstick tastes like since this afternoon," he told her, widening her eyes more. So he was gazing at her at that moment when she was applying that chapstick this afternoon in her room. "And I must say…." He brushed their lips. "It tastes sweet but not sweeter than the lips of my cara," his words brought more colour to her cheeks. Tilting her head, she tried to push him away and he finally let her go.

She walks over, sets the bag on the table, and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, one that makes his thin lips stretch slowly into a smile, it shows that the smile takes some effort to do. “I brought you the cherry ones,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. Mason opens his eyes slowly. They flicker with recognition. “You always... remember.” Chara gives a choked laugh. “Of course I do, you would not stop drilling it into my head that you love anything cherry flavored.” “Bossy man, hm?” he murmurs. “Stubborn man rather.” She shoots back, trying not to wipe her eyes and then let more tears fall but she can’t help it when two fat drops roll down her cheeks, she wipes them away, tur

Harper stirred the batter slowly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the chocolate steam hitting her sweat-drenched face. Harper grabbed a box of plump, ripe, juicy fresh black cherries. Quickly, she pitted them, then crushed the fruit in a small pan with pure cane sugar and a splash of premium liqueur. As the sweet aroma of the cherries began to simmer and bubble, Harper reached for a secret ingredient that a French chef as rigid as Armand would never dare touch: red bird's-eye chili, dried and ground into a sharp, aromatic powder. She sprinkled the chili powder into the bubbling cherry sauce. Chili-cherry reduction. It was an extreme combination.

Despite her pouting, Layla couldn't help, but return the sensuous round of kisses from the older man with equal passion and number as she saw her way to wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her in closer pressing her against his leather-clad chest. The heat between them returned in full force causing them to desire to be closer. Layla bit at her bottom lip as she felt the familiar heat sweep over her as she and Brick found themselves unable to pull apart. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up with little to no effort taking in her intoxicating scent as she had done the same, along with the taste of cherries from her girlish chapsti

Eloisa smiled, satisfied at what she saw. She was right, though. I look sexy yet not slutty in the clothes she matched together. The white top hugged my curves in ways that reminded me I am still a woman with a gorgeous body. I’ve given up on dressing up since it had been two months since I last went out with anyone. And while I was on duty, there’s really no need to dress up fancy. “You can never go wrong with cherry lips. And guys like it sweet,” she said. My hands halted from smudging the cherry chapstick on my lip.

“Oh no, you don’t!” He pulls away from my hand. “What? Why won’t you let me kiss you?” “Your kisses are dangerous. They short circuit my brain and I become a cat in heat!” He dares to laugh. “I am serious. What is your chapstick made up of? Pheromones?”

“Do you like cherries? That little red fruit, perfect, usually enjoyed in syrup with some food or drink…” “I know what a cherry is, Olívia.” “Do you like them?” “What does this have to do with what we’re talking about?” “Do you like them or not, Gabe?” “I… like them.” “Did you know that sometimes the cherry you eat is made from chayote?” I burst out laughing, unable to stop, my stomach aching. It’d been ages since I laughed that hard.

“Do you think I’m charming?” Charity made a point to size him up. A moment later, a look of disdain washed over her face. “Not in the slightest.” Chester was exasperated. “Even if I’m not, I won’t allow you to escape my clutches.” As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned forward domineeringly and locked lips with Charity. Ever since she quit the entertainment industry, she hardly wore lipstick. He was not sure of the brand of the lipstick she applied today, but it was soft and smelled good.