Blissful Whisper Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice some sort of plea as he began to pump faster. "Come, piccolina, come for me," he whispered , leaning closer to me to kiss my breasts. And I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers, his name a scream in my mouth. He covered my mouth with a kiss to trap most of the noise. I lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and basking in the after math of my orgasm.

she whispered to herself. The realization made her blush. A foolish, helpless little smile stole across her lips, and she hid her face behind the pillow. Her feet wriggled in giddy delight beneath the embroidered sheets. Everything about the evening was now soaked in a dreamy haze. The petals, the applause, his voice whispering vows only for her — it all came rushing back in soft waves. She closed her eyes and sighed. "You have given me more than I ever asked for," she whispered into the darkness. Her voice, barely a breath, was not meant for the walls, but for the heavens.

Whispering, he took me in a deep kiss, shutting the door of my lingering questions and taking me to a world full of bliss again. Soon, I was panting hard and too tired to even open my eyes. I felt his lips on my head, "It's late, you are tired enough. Go to sleep." His soothing whisper made me nod, as my heavy eyelids closed, drowning me to the world of peaceful sleep...

His hands were on his shoulder now, and there wasn’t any noise he was hearing but the sound of his fast heartbeat. When they felt that they were running out of breath, they pulled away, gasping for air. Lincoln looked at him, lips stretched into a smile. Shun felt like it was the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen in his life. No one said anything, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. They just stared at each other. He smiled back, not because he felt that he needed to, but because he felt like it. “I’m a good kisser, aren’t I?” Lincoln smirked.

Some of the words written there are farm, shipment, high-quality goods, and customer. Mr. Rayven clenched his fist when he realized that it was the same words he used before Raia went into his room that time. He knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Mr. A at that time. And he's not mistaken. It was Raia. But he doesn't need to worry about that right now. He used a special scent that was usually used for their ritual. It was called Tonique de Meilleure. It came from France years ago and was used to disrupt someone's memory. Using this potion is not that great since there might be a chance that something might trigger their memory to recover.

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

With hearts full of gratitude and a bond that will forever endure, we bask in the serenity of the beach, embracing the promise of a bright and beautiful future. As the waves serenade us with their rhythmic melody, we close our eyes, savoring the blissful harmony of the moment, and whisper, "To new beginnings."

My gaze drifted to his lips, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed his Adam's apple moving. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he lowered his head. I tilted mine up in response. However, just a second before our lips could meet, Trevis abruptly woke up from what seemed like a dream, pushed me away, and hastily exited the room. I watched his retreating figure with a faint smile. I thought to myself, there would be plenty of time in the days to come. There would be opportunities in the future. The end.

With such amazing thoughts, I detonate around him, crying out his name as I do. He reaches his climax, pouring into me. Holding me tightly, he kisses my face as the water continues to spill around us. "I love you" he whispers.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Ang kaninang antisipasyon na aking nararamdaman ay ngayon tila mas lumala. I can feel my body starting to burn because of his touch. Nagagawa niyang pukawin ang apoy na kay tagal ng nakatago sa akin. He bit my neck lightly and sipped it after. I know it'll live mark again. He travelled his lips from my neck up to my ear while his hand is squeezing both of my breasts alternatively. "I miss you so much, Larie." He said a hoarse voice.