Carnival Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

I sang again, louder this time. "Take you to every party, because all you wanted to do was dance." We were singing in unison, and I realized I was blushing. It annoyed me: why the hell was he singing along with me like we were Troy and Gabriella from the high school musical? The melody our voices produced was so beautiful, I must admit. "Now my baby's dancing, but she's dancing with another man." "You listen to Bruno Mars?" he asked. "Du-.. yes, yes, I do." 'Cool'. even more awkward silence. *****************************

And beneath those shimmering glows of strings of light and neon sign, the energy from them was electricifying and their spirits uncontained. Booths lined the midway, offering everything from sugary funnel cakes to rigged ring toss games. I watched some college students with their jackets clutched giant stuffed animals, and slushie cups, their jeans and sneakers dusting the grit of the fairground. Elijah and the rest of the boys split, drawn by games, flirtations, and dares, and Cameron, alongside Aimes, was trying to win a plush bear in the glittery boots. There was tension, thrill, and a subtle recklessness that hung in the air. Kaius was right, I have never been to a carnival before, it wa

Mouris said as she combed her hair. "I know, right? Time to get my flirt on," I said as I winked at my reflection. I took my phone and took a mirror photo, I look hot, I might even fuck myself. There was no need to wear any shoes or sandals because we are gonna be on the beach all day and night. The carnival is gonna start at 3 pm. This time, Caroline wants it to bean evening to all-night party... it's gonna end at 3 am... 12 hours straight of unlimited fun and craziness. I'm wearing a pink and blue bikini that is super hot. We, the girls, catwalked to the sitting room where the guys were waiting. We all wore robes on our bikinis; we don't want to show them what's beneath now.

"Obviously not." "Oh my gosh, have you been living under a rock?" She said dramatically and handed Indianna a colourful flyer. "All the information is on that." "Thanks," Indianna nodded, her mind trying to think of the nearest bin to throw the flyer in. "Us cheerleaders are running the kissing booth," Stacy laughed. "You should totally come." "To the kissing booth?" "No, silly," Stacy shook her head. "To the carnival. It'll be fun!" "I'll think about it."

His friends, Sean and Paul laughed along with him. "Maybe you should get another chair. Yours is spoiled… Kendra said interestingly, pointing to the far corner of the room. Her chair is covered with flour, stinky broken eggs, some wet and dirty plastic trash. On the desk the word "Loser" was inscribed. "Go get one in the stockroom, dear… " Kendra emphasized the word and looked at her meaningfully. Her sidekicks giggled as if on cue. Kara felt the chill as it crept in her spine remembering what happened to her in the stockroom.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

And somehow, it sounded both like a promise and a warning. “Then prove it.” Bobby’s voice cut in, snapping both our heads in his direction. I blinked, heat crawling up my neck. “I'm sorry, prove what?” “How well you both remembered with.. an actual kiss.” “Uh… yeah, about that, fireworks and ferris wheels are kinda hard to recreate in, you know… a hall. Unless you’ve got a spare carnival stuffed in the coat closet, we’re not exactly working with the same ambiance here.” I shot Knox a pleading glance, silently begging for backup. He, of course, looked like he was two seconds away from making this much worse.

“We could set up a kissing booth. You can sit in it. Five dollars a smooch, all proceeds to charity.” His jaw ticked. “Miss Davidson .” “Or karaoke love songs! You could sing Endless Love with Mr. Kim from accounting.” “Enough.” His voice cracked like a whip. I smirked. “Admit it, you’re picturing it.” His silence was damning. We reached his office, the heavy double doors looming like the gates of judgment. He pushed them open, revealing a room already filled with trembling employees clutching folders. Their faces drained the second they saw him, like mice spotting a hawk.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.