Funny Kissing Novels & Stories

Which worked by the way. I giggled,"oh don't be ridiculous. Hayden is just a friend and importantly my workmate. I did not go for lunch with him to piss you off, it just happened to happen on a day that I was mad at you. We eat together everyday." He groaned again and threw his head back. "I don't like it." "oh you big baby just kiss me already." I said using one hand to pull his lips to me while the other hand slid down and cupped his d!ck. More like mine at this point,lol.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

Lisa looked at me, confused. I don't even know how to explain it to her. What Lisa said is true. A kiss is nothing to us; it's even a casual way to show affection to each other. Some elegant werewolves use it daily, as kissing on the cheek or the lips of a friend of the same sex is normal. But it was my first kiss for me and belonged to the man I love. Every time I mention it, I feel euphoric, I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's just not appropriate at the moment.

Minsoo kissed her, not a simple peck on the lips, not a calm kiss, but a very passionate kiss. When the kiss eventually and softly concluded. Jewel gazed into his eyes, saying. "So, what do you think about kissing a black girl?" The two couples, Trent and Peta and Kenneth and Kita, were engrossed in-jokes about being married as they all laughed. The whole evening, two people, in particular, kept glancing at one another. Of course, Razor eased his way into the conversation with Suhi before the night ended. He was walking up to her with two colorful drinks in his hand.

I say pushing him off me, I meant to say stop it, but words always turn out funny when he's pushing me into that headspace. "Top it? I'll be happy to top you," he says his lips meeting my lips again, kissing me, I kissed him back, I love kissing him, I never knew how fun kisses could be. "We need to go," I say, enough with the dominate me jokes, although they are funny, but he can't keep saying them. "Why go? We can stay here hidden, please," he says with a fake pout, my mate is such a silly guy when he wants to be.

she said with a silly grin. He nodded. “I guess we’ll have to settle for kissing each other, since we’ll both have onion breath.” The wink accompanying the words indicated he was joking. She forced a laugh, though her brain insisted on conjuring an image of them locked in a passionate embrace, mouths pressed together. The idea made her squirm in her seat as she grew damp, imagining them going further.

In my surprise, I felt her tongue poke my palm so I jerked my hand away with my eyes wide. "You're gross!" "Kissing is gross. You know why? Because it's an activity that transfers approximately eighty million bacteria for every ten seconds," Khloe pointed out, earning a roll of eyes from me. "However, I'm willing to get all bacteria I could have as long as I get to kiss your lips so it's not really gross. In fact, kissing you is the best bad decision I'm willing to take any time. So really, I really need to be naughty."

Her laughter was low and inviting, daring him to respond. Isla responded with a low, seductive laugh, her eyes dancing with mischief as she held Vincent’s heated gaze. The sound of her amusement only seemed to ignite him further. He chuckled in response, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill down her spine, and without hesitation, he captured her lips in a kiss even more intense and consuming than the last. It was a kiss that spoke of unrestrained desire, one that left her breathless and clinging to him as if he were her anchor in a storm.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.

he leans closer then, placing a kiss on that cheek. I’m almost breathless when he brings his face back to where it was before, our noses almost touching. “And trust me, you are funny,” he says, surprising me by not kissing my mouth and instead pressing his lips to my other cheek instead. I can’t help but smile back at him, as he looks at me levelly again. “And yeah,” he whispers, smirking, “you’re kind of a dork.” I laugh uproariously at that, tossing my head back and shaking with the laughter that pulses through me. When I look back at him again, I can see him laughing just as hard, right along with me.