Kisah Making Love Novels & Stories

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy. “Baby” I whispered, still in disbelief, as he took my hand and guided me forward. “Hey, Michelle,” he said, eyes warm and fixed on mine. “I want to let you know how much I love you… with every passing day, you become the peace I never knew I needed.” I swallowed slowly as his words sank in. “I just want you to know this is forever.” He breathed. He went down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine as he held my hands.

😂 Jennie is always communicative, isn't she? Jisoo: Always, dear. 😂 But seriously, did he really say that to you? You're not lying, are you? Katherina: 😍 Yes, and you know what? It happened while we were making love. Iu: What!? 😮 Mother, this just got interesting. Katherina laughed at that message, her friends were just as crazy as she was, and she adored them for it. She was happy, she was full of life, the man she loves loves her back.

" I walked closer to her grabbing her by the waist. Her small and gentle hands were on my chest. I leaned in to kiss her and she did the same. I felt our lips brush against each other for the second time. I lean down more now closing the gap between our lips. Her lips were so soft and she tastes amazing. I wanted to go deeper into the kiss so I licked the bottom of her sweet lips asking for entrance. Once she opened her mouth a little, I slid my tongue inside tasting every part of her delicious lips. I heard her moan a little and that turned me on. Her hands were now playing with my hair which for some reason made me groan in pleasure. We parted from our heated kiss and we were catching our

My chest heaved as tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You wanted to talk, right?” I laughed again, wild and manic, throwing my hands up. “Okay, my darling husband, let’s really talk. When was the last time we actually made love to each other? Like real, passionate, love making? And I’m not talking about quick, mechanical sex because you’re horny and need to get off. I mean real, passionate, can’t keep-our-hands-off-each-other love making. The kind where you used to take your time—kissing every inch of me, whispering how beautiful I was, making sure I came apart under you again and again before you even thought about yourself.”

I've always said making love has more to do than just sex . It is the combination of two energies fusing together to create life and love. I have a rule ;you have to know and trust the person you're "making love to " as much as yourself . Communication and honesty is always key . You don't learn how to speak with out words overnight or hear someone's heart without them saying a word. Loving someone unconditionally requires understand and patience .

“What?” “Making love. You let your guard down with your partner because you trust him or her enough to make you feel. Fucking can be one-sided; one partner after only their own pleasure. Making love is listening to you partner's body. And you don't rush when making love. Also, fucking can be a quickie behind an alley, in the restroom in a bar, making love can not. When making love, you take your good time, and it helps bring the participants closer. Makes you more emotionally attached and fulfilled, too.” Pause. “And no dirty talk, either.” “You've been making love to me,” she noted, trying to find a chink in his armor. “We're not lovers.”

He touched my frowning brows and gently stroked them to remove the frown. “Sex and fucking is the act of having my dick inside of you until I cum. There are no feelings involved no promises of waking up next to you. Just fucking. And once the deed is done whatever connects you to me. will end there as well.” He gently stroked my hair away from my face, and then gently touch my lips with his thumb. “Making love with you means you meant more to me than sex. That is why it’s called making love because the act itself is the product of the love we have for each other. I love you Athena, and I know that you love me too.”

She feels less of a person since she has been sick and still weak. Charlie takes Logan out to dinner. She is surprised when he parks at the local Botanical Gardens. They walk hand in hand viewing all the beautiful flowers and trees. In the park is a wall of love. Couples put two locks interlocked on the fence. It is believed that if the locks are together the couple will be together also. Charlie whispered into Logans ear; I love you. That was a magical time for Logan. She knew then Charlie still loves her. She knew that every year they could return to see the locks of their love still together. This is how the future would be.

She asked confusingly. " You're not supposed to in a relationship . Also it's making love not fucking" I emphasised love. " Oh gosh, how can I not see it. You are old fashioned guy. Seriously Richard ! In a relationship you need to make love and also fuck to keeps it interesting and alive. It will be boring if you only make love. You're so naive." she said while driving the car. " It's not even a day, and I am already regretting being in a relationship." She said while pretending to be upset. I find her expression as cute. I smiled at her.