Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

I kissed and licked my way down his neck before easing my way back to his lips, holding the tray behind me with a mitt. When he started to squirm in earnest, I stopped. “Now, open your mouth, but keep your eyes shut,” I instructed. When he did, I slipped him a tiny morsel of cookie, filled with an oozing chocolate chip.

I kept on feeding him from my fingertips, gooey mounds of salt and sugar and chocolate that made him moan and his cock spring up-my mouth watered at the sight. I eventually let him open his eyes so he could see what was going on.

I kept on taking little nibbles myself, watching his eyes bulge as I sensually danced around him, trailing a warm cookie along my skin, letting it surf over the curve of my breast, down along my gently curved belly, along my leg, then gliding gently past my pussy. 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.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

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 clambered on top of him, shoving my hands against the wall as he ate me with way more gusto than he’d shown to even that first fresh-from-the-oven cookie. His tongue, in a word, devoured me, his wide mouth seemingly everywhere at once, diving deep inside and finding every last sweet droplet of goodness, not missing a single crumb.

He ate me like I was his last meal, and I pressed myself down against him until I crystallized and shattered, shaking, my hands trembling against the wall as he gorged himself on the tastiest treat around-me.

The next time he called, after our little cookie dough orgy, I felt weird walking empty-handed. It just didn’t seem like enough to not have a treat, aside from myself, to pop into his mouth.

Even though I made sure to wear my sexiest lingerie, including my laciest bra, the one that presented my nipples through its fabric so he’d instantly want to start sucking, I wanted something else to feed him. I settled on roasting marshmallows as a cheap and easy way to satisfy our needs.

Plus, there was just something so soft, and sexual, about them. Squeezable, like my breasts, where I surreptitiously stuffed them between my cleavage, letting the sugared coating wear off on my skin. Maybe I wouldn’t even need to roast them, I thought, as I squeezed the bag while driving home, copping a feel as the gelatinous dessert morphed in my hand.

I decided to forgo propriety and stuff my bra full of marshmallows, padding it until it practically overflowed. It would need extra dry cleaning, if it even could be laundered, but it was worth it.

We went out to dinner, where I let him ogle my newly sprouted breasts until he just couldn’t stand it anymore. “Carla, I just have to ask … did you do something to your breasts? They look bigger. I can’t stop staring at them,” he said, a glazed look coming over his boyish face. I suddenly knew what I would do with the mushy white puffs, which felt like they were melting against my breasts.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I said primly, lifting my napkin and daintily wiping my glossy lips, then putting it down and picking up my fork, delicately sliding it into a pile of rice and lifting a tender mouthful to my lips.

He put his utensils down and slipped his foot against mine as I finished. When the waiter came around, he hurriedly asked for the check, then offered the man his credit card before he could walk away. Clearly, someone hadn’t had their RDA of sweets yet.

I drove home, pushing his advances away, watching out of the corner of my eye as his dick rose against his pants.

I relished my secret surprise, my sex tingling at the thought of Todd licking off every last bit of sugar from my skin.

When we got inside, just for fun, I ordered him to crawl up the stairs, just to see if he’d do it. He did, and I admired his ass as I climbed behind him. “Lie down and take off your clothes,” I instructed, slipping off my shoes as I spoke. He undressed, and I got a shiver as he unveiled his cock, swollen and stiff, meaty and hard.

I wanted to slide it into my marshmallow love tunnel, coat him with a dusting of fine white powder, lick off every last drop, but instead, I ordered him to shut his eyes, then shucked off my dress.

I moved his hands up above his head, lightly rubbing against his cock.

He moaned, and I settled my chest above his face. “Come to mama,” I coaxed, pushing his face between my breasts.

I’d managed to cram a lot of marshmallows into my bra, but Todd was even more voracious than I’d given him credit for, as he gobbled each one, moaning as the soft, white puffs glided into his mouth. When he applied his ravenous tongue to my nipples, I was in heaven.