Kiss Novels & Stories

she asks, squeezing my hand before taking a big bite of fluffy, pink cotton candy. A little piece gets stuck on the corner of her lip, and I pull her close, bending down to kiss it away. “How sweet you taste,” I murmur, taking her lips with mine and licking inside her mouth. She kisses me back, but then tilts her chin up, narrowing her eyes at me. I already know what her response is going to be. “It’s all you, babygirl. Not the candy. Just...you.” I kiss her again, because how can I not? She sighs into my mouth, relaxing against me and surrendering to this. To me. To us.

Beside her stood a young woman in a loose sweater, holding a baby boy no older than a year in her arms. On her left ring finger was a simple band, nearly identical to ours.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slow

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

The kiss was soft, slow, and warm. Oh my God… I froze for a second.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and un

" Yes?" " Kiss me?"

Going through vaginas like I go through toothpaste. So the kiss isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle. It isn’t anything that can be confused with comfort. It is goodbye.