A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

She licked her lips, stopping me from my giddy laugh. “Yes, I should try it,” I breathed, moving my head closer to her, and licked her lips. “You’re right, Tara. It was sweet,” I whispered, capturing her lips again, sucking her bottom lip, tasting the sweetness of the juice of the spread. Our kiss deepened, and we both moaned in pleasure as we shared a passionate kiss.

Their eyes met, and she sat up, leaning over him. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered, gazing at his lips. She wanted to kiss him. Her tousled hair brushed against his face as she pushed her mouth tenderly against his. Their lips parted as he kissed her back, the passion igniting between them. He tasted like liquor. There was a longing inside of her, begging to be filled. He took in a breath, "We can't do this," he spoke sternly, gently pushing her away, "You're drunk."

Ignoring the sharp pangs of her pride, she took the bottle from him and placed the rim against the soft bed of her lips. He watched her, eyes dark with intrigue and arousal as she drank it all. As soon as she was done, he tore the bottle from her sugary-slick lips and seized her mouth in a bruising kiss, stealing the lingering sweetness from her tongue. The kiss was feral, punishing yet blazing with a raw need. How dare she put her lips on a bottle that bore someone else's lips prints? It was beyond his tolerance. Those lips belonged only to him and he refused to share even their marks with anyone; be it his family or her own.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

Kenny couldn't help but feel nervousness as he looked around. Zeres turned to Kenny, his face filled with determination. "Do you know the name of the antidote for the poison ?" he asked. Kenny nodded confidently. "Yes, I do. I know the name of the poison," he replied, trying to steady his voice. Zeres leaned in, his eyes fixed on Kenny. "Tell me, we have to be quick " he urged." We need to find it as quickly as we can. " Kenny took a deep breath and said, "It's called 'Serpents Kiss.' I think the antidote to it must have the name of that sort."

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

It didn’t take long before entrepreneurs and investors flocked the island to build posh resorts. Chocolate Kiss Inn is located on the eastern, more traditional side of the island, which forms a huge contrast to the high-rise buildings in the more modern downtown area on the west side. The inn claims to have a history that dates back to almost 300 years ago. It started as a tavern, but eventually changed into a cafe, then expanded to an inn.

"Hey! I dare you to take these and drink them." His gaze lingered on my lips, and Ares slowly leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of passion and desire. My hands automatically reached down to touch him, running across his warm skin and caressing it softly. He deepened the kiss but eventually pulled away, leaving me wanting more. "Drink it," he whispered hoarsely. And so, I did. It burned its way down my throat, making me feel like I was being consumed by flames. After a while, it stopped burning, and I realized I had finished the entire glass.

"A kind of potion that can force the holiest man on earth to sleep with a girl." "Oh, that's it..." This time the poison seller gave is in a form of lip colour stick. "The poison kiss." The seller said. "My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest."