For the past couple of years, I’ve baked cookies during the holidays and given them to some friends. In lieu of any kind of Christmas present, since I seem to be terrible at choosing gifts for people.
This past holiday season, I made some molasses sugar cookies. Molasses, for whatever reason, seems to be used a lot around the holidays. Like in gingerbread, for example. But don’t you ever wonder how molasses even ended up in a cookie?
Jessica found herself underneath a large hunk of man known as Jeffrey. How did she end up here? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that he was flopping around on top of her like a line-caught fish thrown onto a boat, while she was just lying there, as motionless as a corpse. Jeffrey was doing nothing for her. His penis was as straight as an arrow. Her G-spot wasn’t getting any love. There were some vague feelings of friction down there, but Jessica just wasn’t feeling the pleasure. Oh how she longed for her dildo, which had just the right curves to reach the magic spot.
She liked staring at Jeffrey’s face and ass, but his dick wasn’t up to the job. All looks but no pleasure. So disappointing. Soon he was moaning, his hot cum shooting deep into her vagina. She longed for the pleasure that he felt; she wanted desperately to be shooting her fluids in an explosion of bliss, too. But alas, this beautiful man writhing on top of her just wasn’t rocking her boat the way men in her dreams did.
As he was taking a shower, Jessica got dressed and rushed to the kitchen. She needed to bake cookies for the white elephant party tonight. Time was ticking. She really needed to get these in the oven. Sugar, butter, and eggs went into the mixing bowl. But it lacked depth. What could she add to the cookie batter to make it richer, more decadent, more festive? Her kitchen was as bare as her pubic area, so it’s not like she had a lot of options. She thumbed through her spice rack but didn’t find any inspiration. Brown sugar would be great, but she had just used up the last of her brown sugar last week.
Just then, Jeffrey walked out of the shower and joined Jessica in the kitchen. His penis was swinging in front of him like a whistle hanging around a gym teacher’s neck. I wish he’d put on some clothes, Jessica thought to herself, totally taken out of the sex mood she was in an hour earlier by her lover’s lackluster performance and her urgent baking task at hand.
As Jeffrey strode through the kitchen, his big arms swinging next to him, he knocked over a glass jar that was sitting on the counter. The top popped open, and out poured a thick, brown liquid. It ran slowly across the counter, eventually reaching the edge, falling off of it like a waterfall in slow motion. He was still completely naked, helpless to stop the mass of sticky substance, plodding along towards the floor. Jessica sighed a sigh of exasperation. Can’t make me have an orgasm, can’t even walk through the kitchen without knocking something over. What is this man good for? What is any man good for?
Taking some dampened some paper towels to clean up the mess Jeffrey just created, Jessica stared at the toppled jar. She realized it was molasses. The jar was at least a year old; her old roommate had bought it and left it there, and Jessica had no idea what she could do with it. Could this, the viscous brown liquid pouring all over her counter and floor, be the answer to her problems? She dipped a finger into the puddle forming on her counter and put the finger in her mouth. As she pulled the finger slowly out of her mouth, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, as she reveled in the sweet, dark, rich flavor that was reaching the back of her throat like semen from the recipient of her last blow job.
Adding a bit of this dark substance to her cookies ought to do the trick, she thought. Her spice rack suddenly started beckoning to her. The ground ginger and cloves would add such an earthy, festive spice to these cookies. Her batter was done, and all she had to do now was wait for them to bake.
Jeffrey, thankfully, had gotten dressed so that she no longer had to stare at his member flopping around, reminding her of the disappointment she had experienced mere minutes earlier. He sat down on her bed and gathered his things together. Looking at him in this light made her realize how hot he was once again. She could feel the moisture welling up in her nether regions. But no, she didn’t want to go through that experience again. If she wanted to just lie there without feeling anything good, she’d just go to the dentist. Plus she had her cookies to attend to.
When the oven door opened, the smell of molasses and spices was heavenly. That homey smell always reminded Jessica of the holidays. The cookies were cracking just slightly on the top. She couldn’t wait to try one, but they were too warm to eat right now. The brown circles of baked goodness were staring at her, teasing her with their sugary delights. She averted her eyes from the cookies to look at the man on her bed. That feeling of denial, that yearning for something warm, propelled her towards the bed, and she jumped at the man like a linebacker tackling an opponent. It caught him off guard, and soon he found himself on his back, staring into her deep blue eyes right before her tongue started to fly toward his mouth.
It was as if a spirit had possessed her. A completely different woman was ripping his clothes off, gripping his penis with her soft hands, her tongue urgently intertwining with his. Her blouse slipped off of her effortlessly, and her breasts were soon released from her bra, round prisoners let loose from the lace cage they were imprisoned in. Before he knew it, her warm vagina was enveloping his rock-hard penis. Now in control, Jessica could actually feel him inside of her. She angled her groin so that the tip of his penis hit her in the best way possible. The coldness of her last sexual experience faded from her memory, as the warmth and pleasure of the current one took over her mind.
The temperature was rising, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer. Like an injured bird trying to fly again, she could feel herself getting agonizingly close to leaving the ground. She moaned louder and louder as she felt her body get lighter and lighter. Soon she had reached the point of no return. As the pleasure spread throughout her body, she could feel herself taking off into the air, reaching heights she had never experienced before. Her orgasm had come, and she welcomed it with open arms. This was heaven.
Hmm now where was I again? Oh yes, molasses sugar cookies. This recipe is actually pretty simple, ingredients-wise. I got it here.
Molasses Sugar Cookies
1 1/2 cups shortening
2 cups white sugar
1/2 cup molasses
2 eggs
4 cups all-purpose flour
4 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground cloves
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1 teaspoon salt
granulated sugar for coating
- Preheat oven to 375F.
- Melt the shortening in a saucepan and let it cool in a bowl.
- Add the white sugar, molasses, and eggs to the melted shortening, and beat until combined.
- Sift together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, and salt in a separate bowl.
- Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix them together.
- Chill the dough for at least three hours in the refrigerator.
- Form the dough into walnut-sized balls and roll them in granulated sugar.
- Place the dough balls on a cookie sheet, about two inches apart.
- Bake the cookies at 375F for 8 to 10 minutes.
The melted shortening. I usually don’t use shortening, but I felt like using shortening instead of butter would hold up better.
The wet ingredients mixed together.
Adding the dry ingredients turns it into a much drier dough.
I tried to make them more festive by adding some green sprinkles. Apparently I didn’t learn my lesson last time with these.
The green sprinkles don’t look so good after they baked.
For the rest of the cookies, I didn’t use any sprinkles.
I love how the tops crack like that. The rich flavor of the molasses goes so well with the spices.
Unfortunately, these dry out rather quickly. One trick that the recipe mentions is to store them in an airtight container with some fresh bread for a few hours, and the cookies will magically become moist again. I haven’t actually tried this, though.