Bisou Novels & Stories

The simple gesture held so much meaning, an unspoken connection that neither of them could deny. For a long, breathless moment, they just looked at each other, the air between them thick with unspoken feelings. Then, almost instinctively, Valle leaned in, his lips softly brushing against hers in a tender, hesitant kiss. Alexa didn’t pull away. Instead, she responded, her lips meeting his with a gentle intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

It was a kiss that held her captive, leaving her dizzy and craving more. Sofia's lips moved with an irresistible rhythm, their delicate motions igniting a fiery dance with Leonardo's full, inviting lips. As their mouths melded together, a symphony of moans and sighs filled the air, echoing their shared desire. Pulling her closer, Leonardo held her as if they were fused together, bodies pressed so tightly that even a whisper of breath could not pass between them. With a firm grip on the back of Sofia's head, he deepened the connection, urging her further into the scorching heat of his mouth.

“A special recipe to change your destiny. Bouche du Mer….” Celestine grinned. “Sound great!”

I felt Pebbles trying to loosen from my hold, but I held on tighter. “But we had so much fun at Trisha's party. How could you forget the —” Her superior came and whispered something to her. She shook her head and then sighed. Shit, I remembered her now. We had sex in Trisha's six-year-old cousin's moon bounce. “Bon après-midi et Bienvenue Où Les Amoureux Dînent. Comment puis-je aider? (Good afternoon and welcome to Where Lovers Dine. How may I assist?).” She had a warm smile on her face, but her French was awful.

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

“Oh, this is my nephew, Marcus.” “It is called ‘la bise.’ We give our friends two to four kisses on the cheek to say hello.” “Do I need to kiss you, too?” “Only if you want to,” Muriel replied. “I don’t want to. I kiss only my family and Uncle Owen.” “Then I shall shake your hand,” Muriel reached out and Marcus shook her hand. “Come, I will bring you every flavor of ice cream we have.” She said as they headed to the door she came out from.

bottom lip, my whole face flushing as I tried to say something, anything. I really never have been good at taking compliments and- “Fuck.” He suddenly whispered, lust suddenly filling his eyes before his lips crashed onto mine roughly. This time, I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his neck as one of his hands trailed up my hips, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. How was he able to make me feel so good with just under a small touch? I felt his fingers graze around my bra before they moved down to my thighs and an uncontrollable moan escaped my lips when he grabbed my inner thigh, his breathing only getting heavier as our bodies pulled each other closer. “Dr-dr