Gloriana You Should Have Kissed Me Novels & Stories

Gloria placed her hands over my shoulder and faced me to the mirror. My neck was filled with love bites from Ansel, immediately my cheeks turned red in embarrassment. I didn’t want the world to know I just made out with the richest Bachelor in New Orleans. “Don’t be shy, sex is a great act”. Gloria said. My eyes widen to her conclusion. “Who said it was sex.” I spat out shamefully. Gloria eyes rolled over my insane defense. “You will have to give me the details during super”. She concluded and started to dance with her new found song.

Gloria's intentions, her wish to calm my turmoil with her own brand of comfort, were clear-cut. She stood, guiding me towards the darker side of the castle with her hand. As we descended more into the darkness, the shadows seemed to hug us and devour us. Tension permeated the air, and I could hear the distant whispers of the castle—now so far-off and small. Gloria pushed me softly against the wall and kissed me once we were in the quiet nook. Her lips were gentle, yet the force of her touch was anything from.

"You're looking as hot as ever, Gloria." "You're too sweet, Rodney," Gloria said as she sucked on the straw, her bright red lipstick coloring it. "Well, hey, sweet thing," a tall, muscular black man said as he approached. "Long time no see," he said, leaning over to kiss her, his hands sliding up beneath her T-shirt to cover her hard-nippled breasts as he dueled tongues with her. "You want to dance?" he asked when he broke the kiss, his hands still filled with her breasts, her T-shirt pushed up over them.