Kiss Chasing Novels & Stories

The night unfolded in a tender dance of exploration, our hands tracing the contours of each other’s bodies with reverence. Jacob’s lips met mine in a slow, passionate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. His touch was both gentle and possessive as if he couldn’t get enough of me, as if I were the missing piece of his soul. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting ethereal shadows across the room as our intimacy deepened, each moment a testament to the undeniable bond that had bound us. Words became obsolete as sour bodies communicated the depth of our longing, an unspoken promise of a future together. It was true that had a crush on him and suddenly I was living everyone’s dream

I love you, and I will not give up until we meet at the altar. Friends, I have a lot of friends; I need a lover, not a friend! I want Kalandian at night, not Ka-Chikahan. I want someone who will kiss me, not accompany me or just give me a fist bump. When we have a child, are they just friends? Her pain is in the egg!

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

I flashed him a smile, blew him a kiss, and sashayed backstage. The rest of the day was a blur of runways and interviews. I didn’t even remember eating. What I did remember was the after party. “Audrina! You were awesome. You know that picture of you blowing that kiss has gone viral.” This came from my friend, Kira Barinova, a pretty, blond girl with killer blue eyes. I smiled at her as we slipped into the night club where the after party was being held. “I know.My phone hasn’t stopped vibrating. I had to turn my notifications off.”

Chase leaned forward and his mouth captured mine and we stood in the middle of the dance floor passionately kissing and it felt amazing to feel someone want me back. Chase pulled from the kiss first but quickly grabbed my hand and escorted me back to our private box. Once in the box he shut the door and spun me to the wall and pushed me against it with his body as his mouth went back to taking my mouth with more desire than on the dance floor. His hands roamed lower on my body till they found the hem of my dress and he moved my dress up my body enough so that he had access to my lace panties. Chase’s mouth left mine and he slowly kneeled before me and when he got eye level with my pussy, he

Zarina gasps and thrusts her chest out further, pushing her tits into my greedy hands. The doors open with a loud ding, causing us both to jump. I chuckle and press a kiss to the top of her head, leading her out of the elevator toward our suite. As soon as the door to our room clicks shut, I press Zarina back against the wall with the weight of my body and slam my mouth over hers, thrusting my tongue in between her lips so I can finally have another taste of her. She moans softly for me, and then loudly as I tangle my fingers in her long hair and angle her head to deepen the kiss. A sharp thread of desire slices through me when I feel her teeth sink into my bottom lip.

She could see several people whispering and smirking, seemingly witnessing their kissing episode. Keyara could feel her face turning even redder, like boiled shrimp. She felt like running away from that place. Why did Grey dare to kiss her like that? It was a wicked act, a criminal offense, harassment... Keyara appeared angry but then blushed again because she felt it was a lovely and adorable kiss. Her heart was still beating rapidly. On the other hand, Grey, who was standing in line to buy ice cream, kept looking towards the restless Keyara. His eyes remained vigilant, observing the girl and ensuring she wouldn't vanish from his sight.

It's so nice of her. "Aww! Thanks, baby. I will eat that later," I said to her, and turned my attention away from her. "Have you thought about it, or are you ready for something interesting?" I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Chase whisper against my ear, and snapping my head to look at him, my lips brushed him, and my heart skipped. "Did she just kiss him?" "Did she just kiss Chase again? She's so shameless. She's doing everything to seduce him,"

“Guess.” “A blowjob.” Chase’s chuckle against her neck caused goose flesh to break out. “Tempting, but no.” “You wanna bend me over a hay bale and spank my ass?” “Wrong again. But you are givin’ me some great ideas.” His wet tongue flicked her earlobe like he was working her clit, which sent a spike of heat straight to her core. “I want a kiss.” “In public?” “Yep. Right now.” She lowered her lips to his in a slow slide of mouth on mouth. Gradually shifting the kiss from sweet to fiery. Kissing him with passion, tempering it with tenderness. A languorous meeting of tongues, a communion of need.