Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

"What are you doing? Just tie it already! They might see us." "You started it, though," Kairos whispered once again. My eyes shut on their own when I felt him damp his wet kiss on my shoulder while his hand was expertly tying the string of my bikini top. "Don't you ever start a game with me that you can't play till the end," Kairos said like a warning, and he sounded so sexy as those lips slipped out of his tongue.

"Please, take me now." He inhaled deeply once again before bestowing a series of kisses upon me. First, on my temple, then on my nose and lips. I couldn't comprehend the subtlety of his kisses; it felt as though his lips were teasingly grazing mine. Instinctively, I tilted my head and reciprocated, pulling him closer by his nape, deepening our kiss. A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before.

This meant that there was no need for a formal and early proclamation of one’s feelings and the line between being friends and being lovers often blurred. Kokuhaku was unique in that it was a very clear declaration of feelings that the object of affection had a right to answer before any deeper relationship could take place. It was like a “switch” that Slayers had to turn on and whose execution of course gave them enormous pressure. Although usually made by boys, girls could also undertake the proposal and preferred to do so on the Star Festival, which was an annual holiday associated with romantic love. On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Ar

It didn’t matter so much now. “You're definitely pretty good at it,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me. “I should let you do all of my ties, too. Beth always messes them up.” Our lips met, soft and sweet. This felt good, like it could become normal. I could get very used to tying his ties for him in the morning. I pressed into the kiss until Beth started knocking on the door again. “I'll call you as soon as I can,” he promised, pulling back but not letting me go. “If I get this done early...”

I need more. Reaching for his shirt buttons, I slowly undid each one as he undid my soul with kisses. He kissed me slow and long, learning the corners and curves of my lips and mouth. His tongue caressed mine, tempting me to just rip off the shirt and have my way with him. Instead, I went slow, letting him tease and excite me with his expert kisses. With the buttons undone, I pushed the light fabric from his shoulders. He paused in his kissing to help shrug off the dress shirt, raising his arms for a moment to remove the white undershirt beneath.

Had forced them to. “Three of ours,” Kira muttered, lifting a shredded sleeve that still bore the Dragovic crest. “They weren’t expecting this. Not here. Not in our territory.” I crouched beside her and touched the bloodied fabric. The cold had slowed decomposition, but it hadn’t erased the fear burned into what was left of their eyes. One man’s jaw had been broken and wired open, stuffed with barbed wire. A cruel mockery of silence. “They were made into a message,” I said flatly. “This was surgical. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. And they knew we’d find them fast.”

I felt his teeth scrape along my skin, before sinking into it, leaving angry red marks behind. This was more like it. My hands left his ass and moved to his belt, undoing it and his pants in record time. Palming his erection, I squeezed hard, enjoying his involuntary thrust into my grasp. Moving from his dick, my hands tugged at the knotted tie around his neck, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. Then I started on his shirt, working the buttons through the holes as fast as possible. His mouth never left me. He nibbled along my skin until he reached my lips again. His arms wrapped tightly around my throat as he pulled back and looked at me, hungry and feral.

“Kiss me, Timur.” Hearing his name must have activated a switch. He didn’t just kiss me; he devoured me like an animal feasting on prey. He took his time exploring every inch of me, his hands deftly untying the knots of my inhibitions. I reveled in the sensations, each touch sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my veins. I was lost in him, consumed by the intensity of the moment, each caress and kiss drawing us closer to the inevitable climax of our union.

“Uh-huh.” I stroke a hand up her silken thigh, engaging her in a long, drawn-out kiss. By the time we finish, we’re both a little dazed, her legs beginning to tremble around me. “You’re in charge. I’ll talk you through it, but my hands can be tied. Literally.” I kiss her cheek, her ear. “If that’s what you want.” She blinks, softens like icing on a warm cake. “You’d…tie your hands for me?”

She really missed the determination to seduce Kevin last night. After a long time, Karen finished tying his tie. She let out a long sigh of relief, raised her head, and winked at Kevin. Kevin was amused by her look and shook his head dotingly. Then, he quickly kissed her blushing cheek. "Thank you, Mrs. Kyle," he said. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. She suddenly thought of a poem when she saw the knot in the middle of the tie. A gold thread ties two hearts together. "I'm willing to be with you for the rest of my life."