Ian Mickey Kiss Novels & Stories

he finished, and Vic softly nodded. Max filled the palm of one hand with soap and tapped Vic’s shoulder, “as pretty as that face is turn that sweet ass around so I can wash your hair,” he said playfully, and Vic obliged. Max began working the thick soap into her hair, he started from the bottom and began working it through the long blonde tendrils, “I met Mickey when we were in junior high, he was the first boy I ever kissed,” Max admitted and waited for Vic to react but she just tilted her head back more so he could reach higher, “We were on the same junior league team and his family life kinda sucked, his dad was never in the picture and his mom drank a lot and had parties all the time, so

Jordan said in a less cold voice than usual “yes, there is good news and when you hear it you will be jumping like a crazy raccoon” “Hmm, then it must be something spectacular,” “UHmm…our Mickey has finally found himself a girlfriend, he is getting married..” because of hunger Michel had completely forgotten to tell her about the joke, So when Michel heard the sentence about him getting a girlfriend made him choke over his food.

Sighing softly, I settled down beside her, feeling a mix of affection and amusement at her antics. Mini wasted no time in tearing open the ice cream packet, her excitement palpable. But before she could take her first bite, I gently covered her mouth with my palm, a gesture to fulfill my wishes. Her face is so fuckin' small. "Kiss," I instructed in a husky tone, a hint of desire lacing my voice. Responding to my request, Mini cupped my face in her hands, pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek. "Kiss, I want a KISS," I repeated, my tone firm yet tinged with affection.

Micah regarded me with curiosity, wondering what the old aunt was talking about, and from the way his lips turned, I knew he was about to defile me. "Don't do it. Micah don't." I brought his face closer to mine, but his little hands reached out and poked my eyes before he burst into a series of giggles, finding it amusing. "You naughty naughty boy." I kissed him on the cheeks only because he was cute. "I can see you are enjoying your session with Micah." Jake's voice could be heard as he entered the office.

And in a final salute to style, she chews gum, never actually closing her mouth to do so. Jeez... The crowd Mickey's hanging with all look to be cut from much the same cloth he is: small-timers in cheap clothes. But they're laughing and joking, telling themselves they're having a good time. Forcing through the cacophonous mob, I make my way across to Mickey and the Ghastly Girlfriend. Mickey double-takes, then beams as he sees me. "See, here he is; my friend, Mr Klempner." He aims his words at Zombie Girl, makes as though he's going to slap my shoulder, then rethinks and withdraws the hand.

Shock waves zap up my body at the contact that feels like the first time, and Micah freezes. Slowly, he pulls away, gaze wide. “Eva?” “Just…” I exhale shakily, “just shut up, and kiss me, Micah.” He does. Oh, he does. No hesitation. His lips take mine in a ravaging, starving kiss. It’s not soft, it’s not slow, heck, it’s not even gentle—which is unlike him—no, it’s pure, undiluted hunger. And when he groans into my mouth, there’s no doubt that he is utterly famished.

I groaned when everyone was cheering. “Tell me who your first kiss was or eat 50 packs of ketchup from KFC,” Michael said with a mischievous smile. Michael hates ketchup from KFC and he thought most of the population shared the same opinion as him. Obviously, I chose the latter but I didn’t know how hard to eat that much ketchup at a single go until I did it. The next time, the bottle stopped at pointing Vian, “Tell me who your first kiss was or kiss the person who is sitting across you,” Michael said.

I would accept that this was just a short term thing and do my best to enjoy it. “It's my turn,” Aiden said, taking the bottle from its spot in the sand. “Tell me about your first kiss.” “You're going to laugh. It was pretty terrible,” I warned him. “I sincerely doubt that,” Aiden replied, pulling me to rest on his shoulder. “Kissing you is never terrible.” I nestled into the hollow of his shoulder, soaking up the feeling of his arm around me and the smell of his skin. If this did have to end at the end of my trip, at least I would have some amazing memories.

“Okee dokee. Off we go, then.” As Mick leaves the parking lot, I pull out a Slim Jim and dangle it in front of his face. It stays stiffly out in front of his nose for a few seconds but then starts to bow down, going limp in my hand. I bounce it a few times for effect and it taps his nose. “Want one?” He takes it from me, smiling just before he rips off a big chunk with his teeth. “Don’t mind if I do.”

he pecked her lips once more, "let them know that you're and always be the one." Kimberly loved the colour of his eyes as he confessed his love for her. She was happy that he loved her. He might be married but his heart belonged to her. Just like the way hers belonged to him.1 She placed her lips on his and kissed him. His lips were soft and a time she couldn't help and wonder if they belonged to the masculine man she knew. They were fighting for domination as they always do and that made her smile which made her to loose. He was the one in control and she loved the way he took control.