A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their mouths opening in sync, and the taste of whisky lingered on their tongues. Both, still holding their glasses, took a moment to savour the taste of the whisky on their tongues before setting them down on the nearby bedside table. The amber liquid had warmed them from the inside out, adding a touch of boldness to their already intense bond. They continued to explore each other's mouths; their occasional sips from the glasses served as a refreshing pause, a tantalising interlude that heightened their senses and deepened their desire.

she drawled out in a drunk fashion. A smile parted his lips but the smile soon disappeared as his lips took possession of her lips, kissing her hard and moving further into the bed with her. Their lips rubbed against one another in their hard kiss. They could both taste the liquor on each other's lips and that taste had to be the best taste liquor could ever have for the both of them. The more they kissed, the more Axel was getting into the bed to join her. His teeth grazed on her lip, turning the kiss slow for a second as he gently bit on her lip but she loved it yet.

He asked with a wink. "Whatever you are drinking is fine…" she responded the bit her lower lip. She looked so tempting in that moment: like she was waiting for him to kiss her. "I don't think so." He said, and then smiled at her so sweetly. "Stop biting your lips sweetheart. I might not be able to resist and try to kiss you like that douche bag that I had to get rid of." Nicholai ordered a bottle of whiskey and pinacolada for Cassie.

Isla thought she had the perfect life—until her boyfriend and best friend betrayed her and left her humiliated. Broken and desperate to save face at a hockey party, she claims the hottest transfer student at school is her new boyfriend. The problem? Donovan Hayes doesn't just play along. He kisses her. Now the entire school thinks they're dating, and the fake relationship is starting to feel dangerously real. But with her ex determined to win her back, a captaincy rivalry brewing on the ice, and secrets threatening to tear them apart, Isla may discover that the stranger who stole her first kiss could also be the boy who steals her heart.

Kristian drops us off in town and gives Liana a sweet kiss goodbye. “I’ll look after her” I shout just before she shuts the door. Our first stop is ‘Queens’, a cocktail bar. We both order the Candy Floss Fizz, it’s a combination of Prosecco and Gin, once you put the candy floss on top it fizzes into the drink and tastes delicious. We turn around to scope out the place, the atmosphere is buzzing, people chatting loudly, laughing and dancing. There’s a group of young lads that clearly spend all their spare time at the gym, eyeing up some girls on the dance floor.

Eleanor looked around my home, noting the contrast between the luxurious decor and the now barren state of the house. Even the teacup I offered her had a chipped edge. Her gaze softened with sympathy and a touch of helplessness. I was still dressed in black. My head was slightly bowed as I exchanged pleasantries with her, and I appeared every bit like a woman who had just lost her husband—despondent and defeated. She sat down, picked up the bottle of Carbamazepine on the table, and gave it a casual shake. Only half the pills remained at this point. Someone as sharp as Eleanor could probably tell in an instant.

She tasted just as he had imagined and he knew he would not be able to get enough of this lips, not in this lifetime. As his tongue explored her mouth, guiding her into a wet and passionate kiss, his spare hand slipped into her shirt from the half unbuttoned shirt, trailing her soft skin upwards until he felt that tender mound. And then... "OMG!"

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

All at once, his eyes show desire and something else that I can’t decipher, but then he lifts me up and places me on his lap. As he breaks the kiss, he whispers, “Now, this is what I am talking about. I have missed your sweet lips and the touch of your skin for too long. I needed this and by the looks of it, so did you. Am I right?” He winks at me and then caresses my nipples with his palms.

Lake: Champagne, with a strange mix of cranberry vodka. That was what she tasted like. I could not tell if it was her, or my lips on her that carried the flavor, but I enjoyed it regardless. She clasped her lips on mine and tiptoed to deepen our kiss. My fingers spread against the small of her back, and I pulled her closer to me, wanting every inch of her that I could possibly take. Her small arms came around my neck, and she leaned into me, allowing my tongue better entrance into her mouth. We stood there for what seemed like hours, hands all over each other, lips and tongues battling for dominance.