I love the taste of honey. I often put it on bread, or drizzle it into tea. But can you imagine it in a cookie? A round, soft cookie, full of buttery goodness, also with the taste of honey? And how would such a confection have come about? One can only imagine…
Robin loved her bees like they were her children. Maybe not each of the individually, since there were hundreds of them, all of them indistinguishable, but as a group, her bees were like a child to her. She talked to them. She sang to them. She worried about them when she was away.
The honey she collected from them was like a syrup from heaven. Nobody knew how her bees produced such delicious honey. Some said it was the flowers she planted nearby. Some said it was the love and attention she showered upon them.
One day, as she rode her bicycle into town, she came across a handsome young man walking along the side of the street. The street sloped upward, slowing Robin down, giving her ample time to check out his firm but voluminous ass from behind. He turned around when he heard her bicycle approaching, and he moved to the side a bit to let her by.
He seemed friendly enough, so Robin said hi to him. He smiled right back and introduced himself as Michael. His eyes were piercing, and Robin felt like an icicle had stabbed her through the heart when he directed his blue gaze at him. An icicle that melted into a warm bath that flooded her heart.
They casually chatted about what they were doing. Robin was heading to town to pick up some groceries. Michael was going to catch up with a friend for lunch. He was careful to clarify that this was a male friend, no romantic interest at all, just an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while. The more words they exchanged, the smaller the distance between them became. They could smell each other’s scents, see each other’s pulses.
Michael made it very obvious that he was free in the afternoon after lunch, and Robin made it very obvious that he was welcome to come over in the afternoon. The grocery shopping couldn’t end fast enough. She didn’t even bother sniffing the fruit before she threw it into her basket. She was like the Tasmanian Devil ripping through the store, picking up a whirlwind of groceries.
After flying home on her bike at record-breaking speed, she threw all of her groceries into the appropriate places and thought about what to present the beautiful man that was coming over later. She couldn’t, after all, receive a handsome visitor like Michael with nothing prepared, could she?
The bees were at full swarm today, buzzing around with renewed fervor. It was as if they knew about Robin’s visitor, and they were just as excited as she was. Then it came to her. She would use her delicious honey in a baked item. But what? It was already fairly late in the afternoon, so she didn’t have time to make something elaborate.
Cookies! They were simple enough to whip up quickly, yet they would be delicious with the taste of honey. Robin made a simple cookie dough, but with honey in place of sugar. She rolled balls of dough onto a baking sheet and popped them into the oven. Just as she had closed the oven door, the doorbell rang.
Michael appeared before her, carrying a bottle of mead. Her favorite! It was a drink made from fermenting honey with water, after all. How could he have known? What a perceptive man he was!
She led him into her living room, excited by this new visitor. He inquired about the wonderful smell; she replied there was a surprise that would be ready in a few minutes. She brought out some glasses, and he poured mead into them.
As they sipped the mead together, the conversation flew between them like bees flying between flower and hive. It seemed like only an instant before the kitchen timer went off. Robin leapt up to remove the cookies from the oven. The kitchen was filled with a heavenly aroma of butter and honey when she opened the oven door. The smell from the cookies seemed to pull Michael straight out of his seat and into the kitchen, right next to Robin.
She picked up one of the warm cookies and popped it into Michael’s mouth. His eyes lit up as if he had seen pornography for the first time in his life. He seemed consumed with ecstasy, his mind swimming in pleasure and honey. She, too, tried one, and she understood his reaction. The rich, sweet taste of honey, combined with the soft, buttery goodness of the cookie was a match made in heaven, melting into sweet nothingness in her mouth.
Whatever this was, this was about as close to heaven as she could get. Delicious cookies in her mouth, delicious man by her side. She wanted him inside of her. Now.
Robin dragged Michael to her bedroom, carrying a squeeze bottle with her honey in it. She had a feeling that they might want a sweet treat while they were in there. Michael seemed surprised by her. This sweet, innocent-seeming girl who just baked cookies for her, taking him into her bedroom, her innermost sanctuary. His momentary hesitation in potentially corrupting this girl was immediately blown away when she threw her lips onto his.
With surprising strength, Robin wrestled Michael onto her bed. Seemingly consumed with desire, she ripped his shirt off with the ferocity of a jackal, her tongue attacking his nipples like a lioness devouring her prey. Michael liked this change from his usual routine. He liked that she was taking charge, unlike those passive girls he usually dated.
The belt was next to go, Robin deftly removing it as if she undid belt buckles as an occupation. He was tenting in his boxers, and she loved the sight of that. She undid her top and her pants, quickly stripping down to her panties. She rubbed her crotch against his, eliciting a moan from him as she slowly brushed her vagina against his penis.
Those last pieces of clothing needed to come off now, and so they did. His throbbing erection stood close to her engorged vagina, already wet from all the friction she had produced when they still had their underwear on. She grabbed the honey bottle and squirted the delicious honey all over his penis. Her mission now was to lick all of it off.
And so Robin engulfed his entire member in her mouth, her lips reaching the base of his shaft. Michael groaned with pleasure, feeling the suction she was creating in her quest to remove that nectar slathered all over his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his neck as the head of his penis reached the back of her throat, sending intense feelings of pleasure all over his shaft.
After what seemed like an eternity spent in heaven, Robin removed her mouth from his penis, her mission of licking off all of the honey accomplished. She still wanted more of him, though, and she quickly mounted him, shoving his penis into her now-dripping vagina faster than a cowgirl could mount a horse. Gyrating her hips in a circular motion, she could hit all the right spots inside of her, simultaneously providing Michael with an amazing sensation that was different from the honey-sucking session that just happened.
The circular gyrations soon turned to thrusting, the head of his penis reaching the elusive spot in her vagina on every bounce. Her moans were getting louder, as were his, as the pace of the thrusting gradually increased. Her fluids were at peak production, literally running down his penis as the thrusting continued.
The point of no return came, as their moans had reached a crescendo. He went first, shooting a large load deep into the recesses of her vagina. The pulsations of his penis and the force of the semen shooting inside of her were enough to take her over the edge as well, and she let out a primal moan, her vagina throbbing from her orgasm. She had never reached this level of ecstasy before.
Michael withdrew from her, and they both lay on their backs, completely spent. Robin smiled in satisfaction, knowing that her magical honey had brought them this special moment together.
I got this recipe from Allrecipes.com, where they’re called “Old German Honey Cookies.” What makes them old and German, I’m not sure, but they were good. I changed the shortening to butter because, well, I like butter.
Honey Cookies
1 cup white sugar
1 cup butter
1 cup honey
2 eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground ginger
4 cups all-purpose flour
- Preheat oven to 350F.
- Beat together the sugar, butter, and honey.
- Add the eggs and vanilla and beat until mixed.
- Add the baking soda and ground ginger, and stir until mixed.
- Add the flour and stir until just mixed.
- Drop teaspoonfuls of the cookie dough onto cookie sheets, spaced about two inches apart.
- Bake the cookies at 350F until golden, about 10 to 12 minutes.
- Cool the cookies on a rack.
The dough. Looks like normal sugar cookie dough, but there’s honey in it.
Then the dough gets rolled into little balls.
Mine were done after about 10 minutes.
The cookies are small, so this recipe makes quite a few of them.
I thought these tasted more like ginger than honey, despite there being only one teaspoon of the former but a whole cup of the latter. Next time, I’d use less ginger, and maybe a bit more honey, or one with a stronger flavor.