Kiss My Name Novels & Stories

The memory of my first kiss flashed unbidden. I was younger then, a foolish, lonely girl. His name was Kane. He’d sent me a letter, scrawled in messy handwriting, confessing that he liked me and wanted to kiss me. My heart had soared. Kane was handsome, admired by all the girls my age. I thought I had been chosen. I thought it was my moment. But it wasn’t. It was a dare. His friends had challenged him to kiss the “ugliest” girl in the pack, and that girl had been me.

I set the mug down, arching a brow. “Hypothetical, huh? Sounds personal. Girl got a name, or we keeping it anonymous?”He waved it off, but his jaw ticked. “Just curious. Hit a wall, that’s all.”I chuckled, leaning forward elbows on desk. “Alright, play it smart. Skip the flashy stuff next time—go for the personal hits.

Kiss. “What is your name?” She sat on his lap, unmoving. It was still hard for her to comprehend what she was feeling pressed against her thigh. H was hard and Lise didn’t know how she had to react to it. “What is your name?” He repeated when he failed to gather an answer from her. No reply. “WHAT. IS. YOUR. NAME.” He gritted out and sunk his teeth into her skin and bit on it. Lise whimpered as she was snapped back to reality.

“Morning, Mia-Mia.” The nickname still sent a shiver through me — part fear, part dark pleasure. I kissed him before I could overthink it. He responded instantly, rolling me beneath him, sliding inside me with one smooth thrust. We moved together slow and deep, no counting this time, just raw connection. I came whispering his name. He followed with a groan that sounded like surrender. Afterward, he held me close, fingers playing with my hair. “I could get used to this.”

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

Her arms remained tied, and with the quickness of how I'd covered her on the bed, the bindings twisted and trapped her hands over her head. "I..." I kissed away her indecision, and within a moment of her soft lips parting under mine, I had her mewling and gasping for more. "You want some comfort?" I taunted, reaching beneath her torn dress. Her panties were nothing but a thin scrap of satin, a thong that easily ripped in my grip. "Zakh!" Oh, fuck. She'd shouted it in shock, but hearing her say my name was something wicked and sweet. I'd have her screaming it in no time.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery! Especially when it has took one a decade or more to find that something beautiful. Well...May you excuse me for that, I go by the name of Mia Wood, I'm 22 years of age and I walk my journey with my best friend Chantelle Johnson till I find what I had been yearning for with my CEO, so this is the road I paved and walked on before I came across him. *************

so just let me explore you I'll sing for you Just before you sleep But in this case love Your beauty sings to me...