Kiss My Name Novels & Stories

He kisses me, fiery, passionate, and demanding. "Mekayla." He softly whispers my name; I smile, my heart flutters at his voice. His touch sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. His gaze falls down to my lips, parted and full, waiting to be kissed. In slow motion, he bends toward me, closing his eyes to caress my mouth with his own. A weak gasp escapes me. With a fierce hold, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me deeply, gently; he is possessive in his touch. His fingers twine in my hair, desperate to explore.

I stroked her long hair and looked at those fantastic green eyes when we broke the kiss in order to breathe. "I haven't told you that my name's Karin. What's yours? I swear I usually ask people's name before I kiss them, but you're way too special." "Thank you, Karin," the girl gasped. "You're special too. My name is Linda, and..."

I’m not sure what it is, but my goal is to get her to trust me enough to let me in. Rain seems like a great guy for Kisses, and I’m not sure why she won’t just go for it. Maybe she likes someone else My thoughts get interrupted by someone running over to us. “What’s her number? “Rain says, and I pull out my phone, finding Kisses’ number. He quickly plugs it in and changes the contact name to ‘Sweet cheeks’ and thanks me. Damn, I wish that would happen to me. ~Kisses P.O.V~ That was kind of weird. My phone bings a couple times, scaring me.

“I’m kissing you and you’re calling another man’s name?” “Another man’s name? Sycamore, Mory is just a simpler version of your name”. His eyes searched mine for any form of insincerity. I believe he found none because he released me. “Say it”. “What?” “The name”, he murmured huskily. “I want to hear it again”. “Mory”, I whispered. “Again”. “Mory!”, I yell.

This is so unlike me. "Do you have..a... girlfriend?" I stuttered and I was praying in my mind for him to say no. "Yes" he replied and I felt a pang of pain in my heart. "You... have..a girlfriend?" I stammered. "Yeah". Tears threatened to stream out of my eyes so I looked away and faced the other side. I feel heartbroken already knowing that my crush has a girlfriend. "Don't you want to know her name?" He asked. Is he kidding me, he has a girlfriend and he wants me to know her name.

Time seems to run slow as I downed my third can of black bullet and I felt a bit dizzy Then it happened, Betty’s name was announced, of course not her real name. She went by the name ‘Miketty’ which is her name + Mike’s name merged together, that girl is so love struck and she doesn’t want to admit it. The announcer pronounced it as My-Kitty. Totally expected, I’m not surprised. I moved closer to the stage just as the song “My Oh My” by Camila Cabello Blasted the speaker. Damn! That’s my fav. Song. The Curtain opened and revealed Betty as she laid on a single bed dressed in rose-like sheets.

I wrapped my arms around his neck to prevent myself from giving out and collapsing to the ground. Everything was now becoming fuzzy.This was too much for just a kiss.It is never supposed to be this good,this overwhelming,this… I pull back to catch my breath but he does not stop. He grabs my ass cheeks.I squeal not knowing if it was from the surprise or how good it actually felt. “You…I…” “Your name?”He asked as he kissed me down my neck. “Emillia.”I reply without a thought.”Emillia Winslow.” “Now tell me,Emillia,what do you want me to do?”

He kisses me, fiery, passionate, and demanding. "Anastasia." He softly whispers my name; I smile, my heart flutters at his voice. His touch sends warm ripples of shock through my body, thinning the air in my lungs. His gaze falls down to my lips, parted and full, waiting to be kissed. In slow motion, he bends toward me, closing his eyes to caress my mouth with his own. A weak gasp escapes me. With a fierce hold, he cups the back of my neck and kisses me deeply, gently; he is possessive in his touch. His fingers twine in my hair, desperate to explore.

After a while, I hear a song playing in his background. "Hear it?" He asks while glancing at me. I nodded. "It's Ed's song. It’s Kiss Me." he continued. "Ed?" "Ed Sheeran. My best bud." "Oh my god!” I exclaimed. “I love that guy!” He gapes, "More than me?" He mocks. I laugh, "Yes." He pouts. I couldn't help but laugh harder, "I am joking!" He smiles anyways and informs me happily, "You want to meet him? I can always text him."

She stood up afterward, trying to kiss me. "Oops! Sorry, but I don't involve in kissing. Now, turn around, bend over the bed, and hold it tightly..." I said to her, and she quickly stripped out of her clothes before she positioned herself, shooting out her ass for me. "That reminds me... My name is Connor... You might need it later in case you want to moan my name," That's what I always say to the numerous girls I've slept with in the past. I mean, if they were going to have fun, they should at least know my name. I just felt like my name is sexy and moanable. So, saying that was just like my signature.