Pleasures Made of Cream, part 1
Let’s start with one of the easiest and most appreciated recipes, the sweetened condensed milk!
Delicious and so creamy that you’ll find it hard to resist not to spread all over yourself.
Homemade condensed milk
½ cup (120ml) boiling water
⅔ cup (150g) sugar
2 tbsp (30g) coconut oil
1 and a ¼ cups (150g) powdered soy milk
Put soy powdered milk with sugar in the blender and blend them together.
In a mug, dissolve the coconut oil and the salt in the hot water. Add this mixture to the blender and blend it all for a minute or so until you achieve a smooth and creamy texture. If necessary, add a drop of hot water. This will thicken up as it cools down.
It’s done.
To test if it right, put a little bit in your tits, take a pic with your iPhone and send it to your friends. If they think it’s cum, that’s thick enough.
You can use it immediately or pour this mixture into a container and store it for up to 3 days in the fridge.
Hot tip: coconut balls
You can also cook the condensed milk with 1 tbsp of vegan butter, stirring constantly until loosened up from the pan. Let it cool down completely. Make little balls with the help of a tablespoon, and roll them in the palm of your hands. Cover them in shredded coconut (or any other sprinkles or nothing at all). Keep in the fridge for up to a week.
The First Time I Ate Her Cookies
One evening H and I met in her hot steamy kitchen where something was fast baking in the oven. The only light was the one coming from the oven and that created a fireplace-like vibe. We were laughing at something trivial that neither of us would remember later that night.
The house was in a very festive mood with many friends around but we were the only ones in the kitchen at that moment. Both of us were holding half-empty glasses of wine and we had had a few already before that. It was a very cold winter night, the wind would play hide and seek, throwing all the snow to the kitchen window, hiding us inside our own world.
There was something very comforting and intoxicating in that atmosphere made of laughter, perfume, and red wine, with a touch of cinnamon and butter.
She had playful eyes, flirtatiously suggesting lustful puzzles to tease my mind with.
I pulled my dress down a little and slightly inclined towards her, revealing a bit more of my bra-free breasts, free and wild like her undisciplined hair. Wanted to play with her eyes, you know, see if they would follow the sinful V shape of my black dress. And of course, they did.
Suddenly she stood up and in one fast courageous move, managed to swallow all of the remaining wine in her glass. “C’mon, drink it”. - She said to me decisively. So I did. I stood up in front of her and we instantly started hugging and laughing and dancing and all that excitement so naturally took over us. Our bodies moved together, feeling each other’s movements, hands, legs, and hard breasts squeezed inside tight dresses that perfectly outlined our bodies. The heat of our bodies produced one single steam and when we realized, we were breathing heavily into each other’s necks, our legs engaged in mutual pleasure as they belonged between each other’s thighs. I closed my eyes and firmly held her waist which made her quietly moan into my ear…
Wtf?! You burned your cookies!! A friend suddenly burst into the kitchen unannounced.
We instinctively jumped back, releasing each other and waking up from that unicorn- cotton candy- cloud we had been in just a few seconds ago. The feeling of being interrupted had a bitter taste, but we managed to smoothly jump into the new situation like pros.
We both looked at the not-so-appealing cookies and a moment of silence and awkwardness took over. Our friend looked at us shaking her head, “No but seriously though, how drunk can you be to burn the cookies while looking at them?!”
H gave me a discreet look and said, “Well, those are my cookies and that’s the way I like to eat them.” We all laugh.
So we each took a charcoal cookie and ate it. Then we smiled a charcoal smile and that made us laugh hard until our bellies hurt.
Finally, the night was over, I took my heavy coat, gloves, and scarf and said my goodbyes. H came and hugged me tight and I held her even tighter. Then I whispered into her ear, “I’d love to eat your cookies again” to which she replied, “Next ones will be filled up with a lot of cream”.