Vishnu prasad

“Hello”
― A.J. Cosmo, Poop

“hidden in the center caught the moonlight, casting a spell on my heart. He offered his arm. When I hesitated, he took my hand and placed it on the crook. He pressed my fingers closed with his own, and again I shivered. Though fabric was between us I felt the solid muscle hidden beneath. My body responded, confusing me with the effects of alcoholic spirits and desire. My legs became noodles, forcing me to lean into Oliver for support. He smiled, closing his hand over mine and holding tight. “I fear the refreshments have gone to my head. I’ve not been out in a while and indulged a little more than I should have.” My comment earned me a look of surprise. “A little more?” “Yes. A pinch.” I emphasized the point by gesturing with my thumb and index finger. “Hmm.” He paused for the thought. “Then I suppose we must get you out more to build up your tolerance. We can’t have you tripping every time you drink champagne.” A small giggle escaped me, earning a wink and a smile from a man whose presence, at the moment, caused my body to react on its own—and I liked it. “Now, that’s what I like to hear, the sound of laughter.” His voice dropped lower. “Yours is delightful.” My blood rushed with heat. His words and tone were deep, dark, and exciting, and caused a clenching sensation of my most intimate parts.”
― D.D. Lorenzo, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

“to”
― A.Raynor, Demo Mode

“180ml pomegranate juice 160g blueberries 120ml water 60g sugar 2 tablespoons cornstarch Pinch salt”
― Paul English, Ice Cream: Ice Cream Recipe Book: 100 Homemade Recipes for Ice Cream, Sherbet, Granita, and Sweet Accompaniments