First 50 Kisses Novels & Stories

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

“Yeah, and the rest.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the note and I’m so happy my heart soars. I rush towards him, but he holds it out of reach. “Kiss first.” He stinks of weed and I hate it, but the fiver is so close I can smell the happiness more. I brace myself for it and when it comes it’s sloppy and gross and makes me feel sick. His hand paws my tit through my top and pinches my nipple even though I twist away. I daren’t break off the kiss before he’s ready, because then I’ll never get the fiver, so I hold my breath and let him do it, just like he always does.

Instead, he kept her wrists pinned gently above her head, leaned down, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He didn't rush her this time. He kissed her slowly, his soft lips brushing against hers with a deep, aching tenderness that spoke of all the five years he had spent wanting her. At first, Valeria froze, her mind screaming at her to fight him off. She didn't respond for the first few seconds. But the familiar taste of him, combined with the lingering warmth in her blood, was too powerful to resist. Soon enough, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she began to respond slowly. She kissed him back, her lips parting as a soft, helpless whimper escaped her throat.

“What do I do with all this?” I took a step forward, and my voice cracked. “You… don’t even remember the first time you kissed me.” I smiled sadly, shaking my head. “Even if I kissed you now, the first kiss would still be mine.” “You hardly know that the kiss you do remember… could already be the fifth.” I laughed softly, without humor. “Or the sixth.” I slowly raised my hand, touching the back of his neck, playing with his messy hair. He didn’t move.

“Business can be… very pleasurable.” The First Kiss Before she could respond, his mouth claimed hers. The kiss was not soft, not tentative — it was fierce, consuming, demanding. His lips crushed against hers, forcing her surrender, while his hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in place. A shockwave of sensation ripped through her, leaving her breathless, helpless, drowning.

He couldn't stop his hand threading into her hair, tilting her face up as he lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against hers. He had kissed her earlier, used touch as a way to anchor her as she fell apart outside. His kisses then had been way of grounding her, a way to reach inside her and pull her out of her destructive thoughts. His kiss now was the kiss of a man who wanted the woman lying in his arms. It was his first real kiss in over five decades and it felt amazing.

“Kiss the person to your left for fifteen seconds. Tongue optional but encouraged.” The person to Lisa’s left was a girl named Sofia—brunette, shy smile, already tipsy. Sofia’s eyes went wide. Lisa didn’t hesitate. She turned, cupped Sofia’s jaw with one hand, and pulled her in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, performative—lips parting, tongues visible for half a second before Lisa tilted her head and deepened it. Sofia made a small surprised sound, then melted into it. Fifteen seconds felt like forever.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

"We will be flown to the nearest country, and the next and the next, till you are tired of flying, now instead of asking me so much questions, why not let us start with the first one? She looked confused at him. "Which one is the first one? She asked. He placed his second finger on his lips as if he was thinking, before he exclaims. "Aha! I didn't tell you about the first one, well, the first one is that, I want to kiss you now". She giggled, covering her eyes, but by the time she opened her eyes, he was already Infront of her, he removed her hands from her face, and pulls her by the waist with one hand, she fell into his arms, and their lips lock in a passionate kiss.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.