Kiss Her Perfume Novels & Stories

“Of course.” He steps forward, places a dutiful kiss against her cheek, and leaves. She waits until the echo of his steps fades. Then she inhales once, precisely once. The scent lingers on the air, feminine, deliberate, alien. Hazel’s gaze returns to the mirror. Her own perfume sits on the vanity: white gardenia. Pure, distinct. Nothing like roses.

I run my thumb around the top of her hip. “Watch it.” She hisses in my ear whilst having a smile planted on her face. “Can you give us a kiss, please Alex?” Melissa asks. I pull Madison in closer and turn my head to hers, she doesn’t want to move in for the kiss. Fine, I’ll do it and boy am I going to give them a kiss. I’ll show Miss Frigid knickers how it’s done. I tilt her chin with my free hand and lower my head down, her breath catches as our lips draw closer. She smells of mint and peaches, I knew it, I knew her lip-gloss would be peach or strawberry.

She leaned closer, her perfume like crushed roses and smoke. “I want that as well, because trust me Asher, I enjoyed how you handled me and I would give anything to have that kind of treatment again..." "Even if it's in a shabby room like this and anyways I know what you want right now so don't act like it's only me who needs it... I mean I can smell her on you, her lipstick was also on your lips.. but first of all help me get Dante away from her.” I blinked in shock and confusion as I stared into her minty green eyes... Fuck, she was right I wanted Kira so bad that little kiss I stole from her sweet lips weren't enough and this woman was making my need arise more than I could handle.

, Kiki pulls her legs. Our eyes meet and her breathing quickens, her cheeks flushed. Her hair, which was previously straight, is now spread out on the seat. I lean my torso over Kiki's body, noticing her breathing intensify even more. I run my nose over her, circling her jaw, breathing in her sophisticated perfume in a fusion of floral, along with a light woody and citrus. “I'll mark you whenever and wherever I want”, I speak softly, so only her can hear. “It's easy with me tied up, I’d like to see with me free”, she says, in the same tone of voice.

“Do you want to remember what it was like to kiss her?” My heart stopped. “What?” “I’m sorry if I’m being too forward,” she said, stretching her hands, her fingers warm as they brushed against my cheek. I should have pulled away. I should have told her to leave. But I was paralyzed. “But I could help you. I could make you remember her, Hayes.” She stepped between my legs and leaned down. The scent of her perfume hit me — floral, soft, with a hint of vanilla. It was the exact scent Melissa used to wear.

she grunted as she jump on her bed again. "Damn, we're gonna be late. Get your ass up" Kieran said while rummaging through her set of perfumes. "You got a lot of perfume, I think I'll find the one I'm looking for weeks now", that made Karma raised her brow. She got up from her bed and picked one of her perfume. "You won't find the same scent as others. I had all of these customised just for me", she said while spraying some on her neck. "The best ones are the ones whose neck smell good".

Yasmin’s body move slowly to the kiss and she let herself enjoy it without feeling nervous but rather excited which makes her reciprocate in her own way as she force her hands out of his hold and wrap them around his body quicker pushing deeper into the kiss making it a little faster than he intended Kyler open his eyes not stopping the kiss as the familiar scene came in a flash to him, it was the feeling and familiarity he felt the other night which had him losing his mind for days out of dissatisfaction and the strong desire which he fought hard to forget. Unlike their first time, she isn’t drunk now and had a complete knowledge of her action, not wanting to miss the moment, she decide to

Gosh, I terribly missed her. "I can kiss it better," she suggested, her lips cast a foxy smile. "Oh yeah," I laughed out, although I was already a blushing mess. Leaning forward, she stroke my cheek before placing a light kiss on my temple. I caught the fragrance of her closeness. She smelt like a mix of fresh sweat and a little bit of sweet perfume. Khloe would sometimes smell like a certain flower and I wondered what product she was using or it was just her natural odor.

I tell her, voice rougher than I mean it to be. She steps closer. Her perfume hits first—sweet, dizzying—and then her hands slide up my chest, slow and certain. The rest happens on instinct: breath mixing, backs finding walls, heat building fast. Her laugh catches when I kiss her. She tastes like rum and sugar, and for a heartbeat it’s enough—the noise, the motion, the rush of blood drowning everything out. But Harper’s face flashes behind my eyes again—those cool, steady eyes, the tilt of her mouth like she’s unimpressed by every move I make.

She was a flame—one that refused to die even as the wind turned cruel. One wonders why accept this suffering when she can just open up about who she is? Everyone would go silent. I wonder the same, and I admit, this intrigues me. I loosened my tie, my eyes never leaving her. Her perfume clung faintly to the air: sandalwood and lavender—fresh and magnificent, I must say.