He Kisses My Forehead Novels & Stories

It was as soft as his red room bed, and the flashbacks it brought, made me hot and wet, and I fiddled with my pants, looking for my clit, hoping to run my fingers over it to induce pleasure, imagining the git of a man was there, and rough handling my breasts with my left hand, but then, came a knock on the door, making me sprang to my feet, and make for the door. Somewhere in my mind, I prayed it was the chauffeur who was stealing glances of me, he looked good enough to lick my clits into oblivion, but I was dismayed at what I saw when I threw open the door. “Room service”. Said an unattractive young man, standing before the door with a broad smile that body shaped into a lustful look, at th

I chuckle. She smiles at me as I place a tender kiss on her forehead again. As I usually don't do it, the forehead kiss makes her feel good. She rubs her hand on my chest as I lean down and kiss her lips. We kiss deeply but don't stretch it. I don't want to end up on the bed with her. Not at this moment, when she needs mental support, more than a physical one. We part away and she smiles at me.

Damn him! "No! I... uhm, thank you." His teasing look disappears and he swiftly bends down and plants a kiss on my forehead. I literally freeze when I felt his warm lips on my unwashed forehead. His sweet gesture that he never did to me before, renders me still in shock even when I heard him close the front door and leave. What the hell was that? Am I still dreaming?

I wish he let me pull his cheeks forever and ever. He leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, automatically a blissful smile flashed on my face. I like it a lot when he kisses my forehead. I feel contented. "I want this sweet boyfriend forever." I uttered. "You can have him forever." He answered and my eyes widened in shock. What! Really? Is he joking?

"Thank you." He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger, and the simple act shredded her heart. Whereas a peck on the cheek could be informal, construed as a greeting or dismissal, a kiss on the forehead relayed so much more. To her, it meant deep intimacy, told a story. It said you're mine and I care, while hinting at protection and fondness. Throat unbearably tight, she closed her eyes, needing to lighten the mood. "This wouldn't be a ploy for round two, would it? You don't need compliments. Just ask." She smiled at him, but he stiffened.

His voice sounded so husky that it made my insides twist. He moved closer and I didn't flinch. I knew what was to come. If he kissed me now, I would most certainly lose myself to him. I couldn't resist his charm and magnificence. His hands caressed my cheeks, they felt rough and hard against my skin. My eyes shut and a little moan escaped my lips. He kissed my forehead. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me. Why would he do that? I never would have guessed his kiss was going to be on my forehead instead of my lips or body.

He looks at my lips then goes back to my eyes. "What do you think I am going to do, Cali?" He asks me in a lower tone of his voice. A mischievous smile curls on his lips. He removed his index finger from my lips. "What?" I ask in confusion. He smiles at me sweetly, and the next thing I knew, he kissed me. On my forehead. What was that for??? "Hey, what did you just do?" My forehead furrowed in annoyance. "Relax. It's just on your forehead. Not on your lips."

He kisses my forehead; it is short, but it is not repulsive, and it causes my stomach to churn happily. "Good night." "Good night."

I added, winking at Arthur. "Huh? So you're not going to kiss me, huh?" Arthur inquired as he began to form a cute baby's face for me, his brows perking upwards. I exhaled, leaning in closer and planting a kiss on Mister handsome's forehead."Umm... Are you content now? After all, you know what a forehead kiss signifies, right? So be happy because kissing you on the forehead means a lot to me." I said this after pulling away from him. "I'm not sure what a kiss on the forehead is pumpkin. I'm simply aware of a kiss on the lips." Arthur uttered in a mocking tone, and it was clear that his statement was a lie.

I fell on her and she whimpered when my forehead collided with hers. “A kiss on your forehead should ease the pain?” I jokingly asked, still not taking my eyes off her. “GET OFF HER!”