Drawings Kissing Novels & Stories

Another one with where I am holding my hair with my fingers. So, there are twenty pictures like that. He is bad at drawing, really bad at drawing. No wonder his handwriting looks awful. His drawing makes me smile. And the last one, when I open it, I cannot help but blush and get shy at the same time. He has made a guy half awake and kissing a girl who is sitting right beside his half awake body. He remembers! Oh! God he remembers that we kissed that day. I feel more of shy now. It's been three times we have kisses each other without having feelings for each other but everytime he kisses me, I feel like something weird churns inside me.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

Mei's heart fluttered, her gaze fixed on Chai's captivating eyes. In that tender moment, Chai cupped Mei's face in his hands, his touch as gentle as a feather. He leaned in slowly, his breath mingling with hers, before their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises, of a love that transcended time and space.

" Good girl" Picking up my hand from my lap, he kissed my finger to retreat. As if giving me a hint for my next drawing. He leaves just like that and I just gawk at his back blindly. The door slams shut, but I keep staring at it. Looking down at my fingers where he just kissed me, trembling in excitement. My neck...my lips...my cheeks. Everything was burning. And this looked nothing less than a dream.

He frowned, then suddenly realized that it was Kayleigh, her future sister-in-law. Wide-eyed, Dex studied the picture and marveled at the sight of his girlfriend with her brother's dick in her mouth. Swiping through the pictures, he saw them in various poses and positions. The end had Jessie and Kayleigh kissing with a load of cum in their mouths, and he quickly noticed how ridiculously hard his dick had become.

The kiss is deep yet sweet, devoid of any aggression, as we savor the connection between us. Our lips move in perfect harmony, exploring each other's tongues as our hands find their way to each other. My hands slide onto his neck, pulling him closer, while his hand rests gently on my waist. The sun setting in the background adds a touch of magic to this perfect moment of intimacy and connection.

His eyes, dark pools of intensity, held mine with a captivating force. The world seemed to hold its breath as we moved closer, the anticipation as thick as the paint daubed on the surrounding canvases. Finally, our lips met, and the kiss was a revelation, an awakening. It was deep, passionate. As the kiss deepened, the art around us blurred into insignificance. The only thing I was aware of was the intricate dance of our tongues, the urgent pressure of his lips, the way his hands came to rest on my waist, pulling me hard towards him, claiming me.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

It was one of Jamie’s drawings — stick figures of us holding hands, with a messy sun beaming above. “He made it at school” I said, seeing him smile a little. “It’s perfect,” he murmured, putting it down. A brief silence filled the room. I turned toward the kitchen, needing to breathe. “Do you want coffee?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I intended. When I looked back, he wasn’t answering, he was just looking at me. He looked at me with desire. My heart raced and suddenly he was right in front of me. He kissed me— or maybe I kissed him first. It didn’t matter. The kiss made everything else disappear.

Clara is watching the ceremony with the specific attention she gives things she considers worth seeing. And on the last page she has drawn me, not walking down the aisle, not at the arch, but after. The moment after the kiss when I pulled back and looked up at Alexander and said both things. She has drawn that. The specific quality of my face in that moment, which I did not know anyone was watching because I was not thinking about being watched. The open expression. The realness of it. I look at the drawing for a long time. "That is—" I start. Stop.