Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

he asked, squeezing my breast. "Yes... I want you all to be who you are." Offering my hands, I surrendered to him. "I love you." He embraced me. "I" Kiss "Will." Kiss. "Make" Kiss. "Love" Kiss. "To" Kiss. "You" Kiss. "tonight." Kiss. He came back into the room with his tie and tied me to the post on the new bed. I see his bare, hairy body, ready to be mine. "I didn't find anything... but I'll be gentle." Promising, He set me up and masturbated while opening my legs wide for his exhibit.

“To show how strong I am.” “Strong?” “Yes. A figure-of-eight knot—the hardest to undo.” Slowly, he bent his head over, down to my ear. “There’s no knot too hard for me. Just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up.” I interrupted him immediately. “How can you be sure everyone likes you?” “Small details,” he replied. “Such as?” I asked. “You haven’t asked me to let go of you.” I scoffed, pushing him hard. “Obviously, I want you to go!”

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, the years of tension unraveling in a single moment. Ainara’s fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressed against his. Andres’s memory was still fractured, but the sensation was undeniable — familiar, intoxicating. He couldn’t recall the whole story, but he knew this: he had kissed her before, and it had felt exactly like this. “Ai…” he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse, almost pleading. “I don’t remember everything… but I know this is real.” She silenced him with another kiss, more urgent, more certain. “Then don’t think,” she murmured. “Just feel.”

With Sienna. My Katerina. I'd met her in Moscow when I was twenty-five and she was barely nineteen. A beautiful Italian girl studying art, far from home and family expectations. We'd fallen in love fast and hard. I'd given her everything. Promised her the world. Then her family called her home. Some obligation, some duty to her blood. She'd promised to come back to me. Promised we'd be together. She never came back. Two months later, I received a wedding invitation. Katerina Rossi was marrying Tommaso DeLuca, heir to the most powerful mediating family in the American underworld. A strategic alliance between Italian and American interests.

If he were a puppy, there was no doubt he would be wagging his tail in happiness. “You won't regret this, my love.” Then he leaned down and kissed me. “Turn over,” he said, just as he broke from the kiss and reached for a tie on my bedside table. I gave him a dubious glare. “Why are you holding a tie?” “You'll know soon.” “It better be worth my time, else I'll castrate you.” “Aww, baby. Who'll satisfy you if you do that?”

“I don’t think Rory would approve of me at all.” My confusion deepened. “What makes you say that?” “Oh, just a hunch,” he offered. My puzzlement grew when he returned carrying an array of satin ties. “Face me.” “Jon—” “These two go great with your skin tone, don’t you think?” he asked, holding a sky blue and pale-yellow tie in front of my chest. “Um…I guess,” I answered, unsure where he was going with this. “What’s your safe word, Kierra?” “I’m sorry…what?”

She said playing with my tie. "I don't think it is a— I was interrupted by her lips on mine. The kiss was magical! Damn..! Mature content "You don't think it is a good idea?" She asked and started removing my tie and kissed on my neck. Fuck! I tightened my hold on her waist. She whispered in my ear "You're nervous?" "Yeah." I said as she trailed kisses on my neck while unbuttoning my shirt. She placed a soft kiss on my jaw and that was it for me!

With a short black leather jacket, black skinny-leg jeans, and a pair of all-black high-top tennis shoes with black and red checkerboard strings. With his sexy earring, two bracelets on one wrist, and a watch on the other. Kita gazes at him with that look in her eyes. She was so pleased with this man. She walks over to him and unexpectedly kisses his forehead while he's putting on his rings. He laughs and says. "Why did you do that? You are so strange sometimes." "Strange?" Kita looks at him quizzically. "Yes! Like that nipple biting you did this morning and then running off." Kenneth lightly laughed at her as he thought about it.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that fed the flames of their passion. Simultaneously, Bryan and Madissa shared in this moment of profound connection. Their lips found each other's with equal fervor, the heat of their passion intertwining with the shared intensity of Joe and Nerissa's kiss. A symphony of emotions swirled between the four of them, an intricate tapestry woven with desire, love, and the promise of a future entwined.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.