A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

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.

I should see how far I can push him before he snaps. First, I need a little refreshment to get me through this pony show. I shake off my father and brothers, heading straight to the bar. Shoreside may be a bit snooty, but it’s got a fun resort kinda vibe, and they’re famous for their summery cocktails. Especially the Kentucky Kiss, which is bourbon, lemon, fresh strawberry purée, and a splash of maple syrup, poured over ice with a dumb little paper umbrella on top. But when I order it, the bartender shakes his head regretfully.

Right now, I needed this—just a little reminder of his affection for me. I looked up, and our lips met. His kiss was genuine and enthusiastic. His lips were incredibly soft. When our skin touched, the static sparks seemed to vanish, leaving behind a fiery trail. It was scorching! His lips pressed against mine with a tender touch, as if he was being cautious not to harm me—like my lips were delicate flower petals. A sweet, gentle kiss. After tonight, losing him made my kisses frantic and desperate. I reveled in the flavors on his palate and his manly vibe. He playfully licked my bottom lip, as if seeking permission. I gave it without a second thought.

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.

Lisa's lips parted slightly, inviting. Sarah glanced at Alex, who nodded encouragingly. Then, she turned to Lisa and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative kiss that tasted of wine and lipstick. Lisa's hand cupped Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, wet and warm. Sarah's heart raced as she felt Lisa's breath quicken. The husbands watched, transfixed. Alex's pants grew tight as he saw his wife's mouth open for another woman. Mike shifted in his seat, his hand rubbing his growing bulge.

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.

Suddenly, he parted his lips, inviting me in, a soft grin spread across my face and I accepted, my tongue dancing with his in a slow, sensual movement. As we kissed, I felt like I was devouring him, consuming him, but it wasn’t a violent or aggressive act; it was a tender, loving one. I was eating his lips, tasting the sweetness of his mouth, drinking in the love that flowed from him. His lips were like ripe fruits, juicy and succulent, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I nibbled and nuzzled, my teeth grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He moaned softly, his body melting into mine as I continued to feast on his lips. It was a kiss that was both gentle and intense, a kiss that