Honeyed Lips Novels & Stories

A blue arc of the sky stretched long enough and wide enough that a man could not find a beginning or an end. Her eyes stood out among her jet-black hair, which consisted of curls that fell behind her shoulders and framed her face with a natural wildness she couldn't seem to control. High cheekbones reveal plump lips. He once asked her if she had been bitten by a bee, and then burst out laughing. Now that joke was aimed at you again. The image of a hot mouth that men usually imagined was just like hers – and it had nothing to do with bees. Except for honey. Better to pour warm, wet honey over those plump lips and lick them all slowly.

I bit my lips then parted them to speak. "Y-yes." My voice broke out and he groaned. I knew the sheets beneath my pussy were stained with fluid. The mere thought of him behind me, naked, made my cunt throb. His tough hand rubbed my shoulders sending warmth over my skin, then he began dropping kisses on my back and shoulders and I closed my eyes taking in all the pleasure his lips on my skin brought. "Mmm...." I licked my lips, his kisses were too sweet and I felt my wetness seep out. Angel pulled my hair behind my back then he tilted my head to the side and a sharp sigh left my lips.

His eyes were full of pleading and malice, as if accusing me of being heartless. Whenever the morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains and woke me up, that sweet and sticky honey that had been lurking in the depths of my mouth and soul would surge up like a tide. It was rich and domineering, instantly washing away all the unease and chill the dream had brought. I extended my tongue and licked my plump and rosy lips. The flavor seemed to be the essence of Nicholas' soul's greed and corruption after being refined. It was bittersweet and put me at ease.

She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes shining bright like a diamond in the sky. She closed the distance between the rod and her perfect lips. Her lips closed, she moved her mouth side to side, rubbing his dick on her lips like wet lips. She stroked it a few more times with all seriousness and gave the very tip a gentle kiss. Opened her mouth and took it in. She bobbed at the tip for a few strokes before popping it back out, leaving a faint smear of pink lipstick on it.

“That good, hmm?” I swatted at his arm weakly, which only made them both laugh. Fynn reached for something else, something darker, richer. “One more, sweetheart.” He brought a piece of honey-dipped chocolate to my lips, and I parted them obediently. His fingers brushed against my mouth as he fed it to me, and I let out a soft sigh as the sweetness melted on my tongue. “Good girl,” Kai murmured, his voice thick as he leaned in to kiss away a stray smudge of honey at the corner of my lips.

My arms are stretched above my head, wrists secured with soft silk ropes tied to the table's legs, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts upward. My legs dangle off the edge, parted just enough to tease, my bare feet brushing the cool floor. Every inch of me is oiled lightly, making my skin gleam, but the real preparation comes from the feast he's arranged on my body. He started with the honey, drizzling it in golden trails over my full breasts, the sticky sweetness pooling in the valley between them and coating my nipples until they peaked hard and slick. Clusters of fresh grapes rest in the hollow of my throat, cool against my heated skin.

wasn't very tasty, but her lips were scrumptious! Ariel gritted her teeth. What nonsense. He'd eaten her cosmetics. How tasty could that be? Ariel felt she couldn't let him have anymore for his own sake. "My lips are very dry, so I need a special lip gloss to keep them moisturized. It's not edible, so I don't think you should kiss me anymore." Christin immediately became angry. "Impossible! I have to kiss you! What lousy lip gloss is this? Can't you just use the type that's moisturising and edible?"

There goes my lip gloss. ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

A kiss. One of the sweetest treasures in the world. Especially when both parties were into it. Something so simple and delicate could transport someone to a magical land. Whether it was electric sparks and wildfires or cotton candy and unicorns, it was always addictive and intoxicating. It doesn't have to be anyone special, just as long as they are into it and know how to use their lips. At least for Honey, that always was the case. Until a sandy-haired puppy came along.

She licks the honey drizzling from her lips seductively, teasing me. My eyes are hypnotized by her tongue as she moves it gently and slides across her delicious lips. I want a taste. I lean in and take my sweet time cleaning all the honey off her lips with mine, tenderly. She cups my cheek as my lips brush against hers. My hands rest on her thighs which are tightly pressed together. I push her hands off my face as I continue tasting her lips. The honey is gone, but the sweet taste still lingers on her lips. I hesitantly pull away from her embrace, and whisper in her ear, “You taste better.”