Carnival Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?”

I entered the car together with Scott and the driver drove away I pray they should someday also go on a date; I thought and heaved a sigh The driver sped off We got to a restaurant and the driver stopped We both alighted from the car and walked into the building We got there and picked a seat then settled down I stared around the restaurant and it looks really filled up with lovers We ordered for our food and we began eating Suddenly, a man came up the stage and held a microphone in his hands Hello guys, I am sure all of us here are lovers right? He asked Yes; the people chorused I and Scott didnt say anything thou As you enjoy your food, we will be conducting a game for lovers which is titl

“He’s so hot and handsome.” We arrive at the community center, music thumping from inside. Lights string across the entrance, and people mill about, teens in dresses and button-ups, laughing and flirting. Inside, booths line the walls, games, face painting, and yep, the kissing booth at the far end. A sign reads “Kisses for love– $5 a Peck!” My eyes scanned the crowd, and it looked amazing. Maya drags us into the corner. “Let’s start with some games. Truth or Dare circle over there, perfect for warming up.”

I didn’t have the time to argue because I wanted to get away from Caine. He led me past the crowd, to a point where I could see the letters hanging on the stage. “A kissing booth?” I mouthed. The kid nodded, pulling me by the hand till we got backstage. “What’s a kissing booth?” “You’ll find out,” the lady standing at the step said. She presented a bowl where I picked a number from.

"You must pay with this body of yours. Today, you will service my passion!" The girl swallowed hard. She was confused what else to do. She wanted to turn down this man's offer, because she remembered her real purpose to be here. Moreover, she is afraid that the longer they do this crazy game, she will be trapped in this game. And everything they have planned, will end up failing. But everything that girl was thinking, quickly disappeared in her mind, just because the man was kissing her lips. The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her.

The battle was equally as frustrating with the skirt she chose to wear, as the wind kept flapping the fabric around her thighs and jerking the skirt up in the air, exposing her ass if she wasn't careful. The carnival was crowded with families being dragged around on the inky parking lot by little hands toward chances to win a giant stuffed animal and couples embraced arm in arm wandering from ride to ride. Colored lights beckoned as hawkers called out as they passed, enticing them to take a chance at a game, urging Clint to win his beautiful lady a prize. The night air was thick with the aroma of popcorn and deep fryers as people lined up for greasy hot dogs and strawberry lathered funnel ca

“By the end of the night, you’ll be thanking me.” The carnival was everything I didn’t expect. Bright lights, colorful tents, the smell of fried food wafting through the air… it was chaotic, noisy, and, surprisingly, kind of magical. “Alright,” I said as we stepped onto the gravel lot, “what’s the plan, oh great Sebastian?” He smirked, taking my hand as he led me through the bustling crowd. “The plan is fun. First stop: games.” Before I could protest, he pulled me toward a ring toss booth.

I grip his hand, letting him pull me down the trail. Nerves flutter in my stomach, fingers quivering as I walk steadily along the path, trying not to stumble over and into the river below. The sound of the waterfall we walk toward roars in my ears, allowing my hurried breaths to go unnoticed to my recent boyfriend. This is going to be my first kiss. I've finally graduated high school only yesterday, and to celebrate, Alec has taken me down to the local waterfall to kiss me. We have been talking about this for weeks now, and it's finally happening with nothing to interrupt us.

Maybe even better with cushioned love seats, air tinged with something flowery and the walls a velvet red. I dragged Noel down on the seat, ignoring his yelp. We sat for a few seconds. Nothing. I gazed around. “Okay, so what happens next?” Noel sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Hera, baby, this isn’t a Photo Booth.” I was sure my face reflected my confusion because Noel finally blurted out, “It’s a kissing booth.” I leaped out of the chair like my ass was on fire. “A k-kissing booth? W-why didn’t you warn me?”

Eva I've never wanted to kiss anyone before. Not like that, I mean. Before Nathan showed up and changed my whole life. I kissed a guy for the first time during that summer holiday a few years back. But he wasn't my boyfriend or anything. He was just a guy from our neighborhood and we used to hang out together. I hated it.