Kiss Please Novels & Stories

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.

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I give him my best pout, my eyes wide and pleading, hoping to sway him with my charm. He chuckles, clearly unable to resist my playful demeanor. “Of course, anything for you,” he replies, his tone teasing yet affectionate as he leans in and plants a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss is tender, a sweet connection that sends a rush of warmth through me. It’s a moment that feels both intimate and light, a perfect way to transition from the day’s work to a relaxing evening spent together.

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 unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"Come on, Tyler. Quit playing around." He tapped his hand on his cheek. "A kiss on the cheek. That's all I ask." I looked at him for a long while, weighing my options. It was just a kiss on the cheek right? I think I could do that. Finally, releasing a heavy breath, I said. "Fine." I leaned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. Just then, Tyler move my phone in front of us, while I kissed his cheek. By the time I looked at the phone to see what he did, he moved the phone from my reach again and began to type something on my phone.

The kiss is soft and slow, a tender exploration, his lips parting slightly to invite my tongue in as I respond with equal fervor. A delightful tingling sensation courses through my body as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency that makes my heart race. In that moment, everything else fades away—no worries, no fears, no thoughts of past or future. There’s just the intoxicating heat of the moment, the electric connection between us, and the pure, unbridled passion of our kiss that feels like it could last forever.

Short. “Please,” I say. My voice is weak. He laughs low. His mouth finds mine again. His lips are hot. Soft. They press hard. His tongue slips in. Slow. Deep. I taste salt. Sweat. Him. I moan soft. The kiss is wet. Wild. Fire. Tongues fight. Teeth bite. Lips swell. I pull his belt. It opens. Fast. Click. His pants drop. Black. Expensive. Mine too. Zip. Down.

My phone bing’s a couple times scaring me. Daniel: Hey Kiss. I was just wondering how you are. Porsha misses you Kisses: Hey Dan. I’m doing alright, aww I miss her too. Maybe if its okay with you I’ll stop by after school? Daniel: Yeah, please do! Unknown: Hey sweet cheeks Kisses: How’d you get my number? Rain: Your friend gave it to me. Soooo Kisses: Of course she did. Soooo? Rain: Coffee, tomorrow at Starbucks. 5, I’ll meet you there ;)

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

“Kiss the person to your left for fifteen seconds. Tongue optional but encouraged.” The person to Lisa’s left was a girl named Sofia—brunette, shy smile, already tipsy. Sofia’s eyes went wide. Lisa didn’t hesitate. She turned, cupped Sofia’s jaw with one hand, and pulled her in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, performative—lips parting, tongues visible for half a second before Lisa tilted her head and deepened it. Sofia made a small surprised sound, then melted into it. Fifteen seconds felt like forever.