It Was Only A Kiss Novels & Stories

It is not a passionate kiss, but rather a kiss of all the outpouring of thoughts and feelings about how the decision will end. ♡♡♡

"Just one little kiss." Harrison leaned forward with a grin widening on his lips and closed the distance between them, his lips brushing lightly against hers. Katherina felt her heart racing, and her stomach filled with butterflies. As their lips met, she felt a wave of heat rush through her body. It was just a small kiss, but it felt like so much more.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

He looked surprised but he just winked. "First time, seeing me like this? Well, I'm surprised too, it's my first time kissing a girl," he said which surprised me more, it didn't feel like it was his first time, he just kissed me like a pro. "And in public? Bro, at least take her home, have some respect, and hey girl can you..." "Sabrina?" "Nate?" "You know each other?" the guy I just kissed ask and knowing they knew each other, I tried to remember if I've seen this man and I was shocked to remembered him, he was the guy who's with Nate back in the old days and I cursed at myself.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

" In an instant, the crowd erupted in furious shouts. "Dr. Summer is the real victim! Who would want a husband like that?" "First loves are impossible to let go of. I'm all for Mr. Jenkins and Dr. Summer being together!" "Dr. Smith ignored his wife and blamed everyone else. Serves him right!" I had become the joke of the day. Thomas, who had been lying on the ground, stirred and looked at me with a smug smile.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

"Just a kiss. Nothing more unless you want it." Emma's mind raced, but her body answered first. She nodded. Lisa leaned in slowly. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of wine. The kiss started gentle, then it deepened. Lisa's tongue brushed Emma's lower lip. Emma moaned quietly into the kiss. It felt better than she had imagined all those secret nights.