A Kiss On The Lips Drink Novels & Stories

Stephen whispers in my ear as I move to sit on the stool he vacated. My fingers come up to my mouth to assess what he means. “Umm, I think it’s an allergic reaction to the lipstick they used today at the show.” “Oh my goodness,” Kimbra breaks in. “Stephen was just telling us about the fashion show. Here.” She hands me my martini. “The coolness will help your lips.” She looks closer. “They don’t look too bad.” Trevor also takes a drink of his beer, the glass barely hiding his amusement at my feigned allergic reaction.

The drinks “Could you go on without me? I really need to give my friends those drinks, they’ve probably been waiting for a while now” “Sure, just don’t keep me waiting” I pulled her in melodramatically and gave her one of my can’t wait to see you kiss, I can’t go into deep details but I’d say it’s a toe curler kiss that makes you feel stupid at the end and makes your coochie just burn for more “I sure wouldn’t” I smirked before going back for my drinks. Always leave them wanting more…

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

Since I’m drinking from your cup,” Aaron said playfully as he giggled. “I guess it means that we probably kind of kissed each other since I've been drinking from your cup too, hahaha,” Cercei said and she laughed out loud. “Here you go! You don’t gotta have a bite, take all of it, it’s small already and I’m filled.” Cercei said as she moved her hands close to Aaron’s mouth and he took all the last price of the burger into his mouth without hesitation because he knew even though he insisted, Cercei would be stubborn enough not to allow him to please himself in this case.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Their lips meet in a tender, yet passionate kiss that sends waves of warmth cascading through his body. The kiss is a delicate dance, filled with longing, desire, and an overwhelming sense of connection. It's a fusion of their emotions, a bittersweet melody of past hurts and the promise of a future together. His lips move against hers with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, conveying a yearning he can no longer suppress.

She involuntarily grew soaking wet. He knew the kind of effect he had on her and, without wasting another second, he smashed his lips on her. But this kiss was so different. It was passionate and possessive at the same time. Then it grew sensual and soft. He sucked on her lips, nipping and literally drinking from them like a thirsty man who had gone without water for days. It felt as if their lips were made for each other. Her hands found their way into his hair. His chest was tightly pressed against hers and he could feel the outline of her assets.

He merely closed the gap between them, seizing her lips with his in a kiss that was far from innocent. His lips were firm, insistent, and Gabi moaned as his tongue ventured into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he desired to commit her to memory. His large hands grasped her hips, drawing her nearer, and she felt his arousal pressing against her abdomen. The kiss was intense, commanding, as if he was attempting to assert something. Gabi responded with equal fervor, her hands finding their way into his hair, drawing him nearer. She could taste the beer on his tongue, mingled with a flavor that was uniquely *Ravi*.

My mouth opened and closed like I was a fish left outside water. “I- I didn’t…” I stuttered, but Lorenzo’s grip moved to my chin and next, his mouth was taking my lips in a brief, deep kiss that had my heart dripping into my stomach. “Tastes like wine. Still wanna lie through your teeth?” I shook my head slowly, already admitting to myself that I was doomed. “What did we talk about when it comes to drinks being served in public?” He continued and I licked my lips because I couldn’t come up with a response, and because my brain was still reeling from that kiss.

he whispers kissing my lips gently. Our kiss lingers for a moment as I breathe in his masculine scent, a mix of cologne and sweat, "Guess, I'll see you around then," he whispered between our kisses, his lips forming smiles between mine, with his voice low and husky. He then pulls away reluctantly, his dark eyes gazing into mine.