#softasilk

[emmieexplores2]

1952

[lovetcboo-archive]

[ ;;* starter for @softasilk​; ]

“i think that’s her passed out for the night.” closing her best friend’s door behind her, layla walked back into the living room and made herself comfortable on one of the chairs opposite her best friend’s father. they were staying there that weekend because it was far easier to go out than if her best friends was at her mothers so they always made the most of the opportunity. it was almost like a second home to layla with how often she was there and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. “i thought she would be able to handle her drink a little better,” she mused with a chuckle, running her hands through her brunette hair while taking a sip of the wine she’d poured herself. she was still dressed for the night, the tight black dress showing off her curves and barely covering her ass while she was showing off enough cleavage to be teasing. she’d been hoping to get lucky but when her best friend got sick, she had no choice but to bring her home. “hope you enjoyed your quiet night without us while you had it.”

[sinfvldelight]

⦅  @softasilk​   liked  for  a  starter   ⤑   for  jet  ⦆

“Were you getting a little jealous tonight, Daddy?” Haziel asked teasingly after they had returned home from some party they had been invited to. He didn’t really care for it, since the angel didn’t like such big crowds, but he didn’t mind all the compliments. Which he had no clue were actually men trying to flirt with him. Haziel just thought they were friends of his daddy’s, and wanted to get to know him. Not long after the fourth overzealous “ compliment ”, Jet had taken Haziel by the arm and lead the way back out of the party.

[sluttypack]

@softasilk​

Derek regarded the older man in front of him carefully. “Can I help you with something?” Derek asked with a frown as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes looking at the other rather suspiciously. "This is private property, you know?” Derek asked with a suspicious look. They didn’t smell human, and Derek has learned that it never hurts to be on guard with unfamiliar people around.

[ghostcookiez]

Scans of vintage advertisements for boxed cake mix and cake flour which featured recipes that would transform the mixes into a specialty cakes. These two cakes in particular are called "Pineapple Festival" and "Pink Azalea".

I made a Pink Azalea cake for my Birthday last year with my Great-Grandma's personal recipe. We used Softasilk Cake Flour (first scan) to achieve a more accurate, vintage taste.

[cookingitoldschool]

Betty Crocker Softasilk, 1950

[filthysins]

starter for @softasilk​ ft. cassandra

as sweet as she looked, cassandra wasn’t an idiot. she knew after the very first time meeting tom that things would eventually lead here. he’d been gracious enough not to rush her too quickly, despite all his flirting and teasing touches that always left her craving more. she knew it would only be a matter of time before he decided he wanted ALL of her and she was at the breaking point of offering it up if it came to it. cassandra wondered if it showed, she felt wound too tight, and there was this coil of want and need that had settled in her that had her close to begging for him to do something about it. “so it’s really just us for the whole weekend?” she questioned after a moment of silence, not sure if she was wanting a confirmation that he truly would have her to himself or if it was the only question that her nervous mind could come up with at the present moment. 

[filthysins]

starter for @softasilk​ ft. karma

the party was in full swing, her house packed with friends and a few strangers all having a good time. karma on the other hand had her mind on other things, mainly jessie who she had been making sure to keep close by her side. “babe, i know it’s my party and it’d be rude to disappear, but...” karma trailed off, giving jessie a slow sweeping look over. “you just look so good and the only thing i can think about it taking you upstairs and having my way with you.” the woman teased, fingers dipping between the other’s thighs to make her intentions unmistakably clear.