Kissed A Stranger Novels & Stories

The stranger's presence was captivating, drawing Ethan in with an irresistible pull. For once in his life, Ethan wanted to do something for himself. Without thinking at all, he pushed his way through the crowd, walked up to the stranger and kissed him right on the lips, he'd expected the man to push him away, but that didn't happen. The stranger was frozen for a moment, but when he regained himself, he wrapped his hand around Ethan's waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss, a kiss that was more than enough to make Ethan lose all his senses.

That only means one person, the tattooed stranger. “Now spill, no detail excluded” Kara said excitedly after catching up with her. ~~~ “Sounds like you almost had sex kath, I’m getting wet from just hearing it ” Kara cooed after my narration “You can say that again Kara, I feel so damn hot thinking about it” I responded “So why didn’t you get his number?” Kara asked disappointed “Did you miss the part where he left in a hurry?” I asked “Oh true, who even works by that time?” She screamed in frustration, the details is exactly what she loves to her. Crazy Kara!

This look in his eyes can make me fall into another temptation in a second, and before that happens, I let go of him and slip away from his hands, albeit trembling from the impact of that kiss. Now I am certain I really lost my mind. How can I kiss a total stranger like that and relish in the kiss like that? "That was such a nice way to say hi." The stranger says, pushing his curly hair backwards with his hands. Shit! What got into me? Why did I do that? I am sure now he sees me as a cheap woman, or a desperate one. How could I have allowed myself to be carried away by his looks so quickly? It's not my fault, though. Why does he have to be this charming? I look at him right now, and I want t

That spark sent shivers through me, igniting feelings we had both been avoiding since the day we met. And before logic could set in, before either of us could even think to pull away, he leaned in. His lips brushed against mine in a kiss so gentle, it felt almost like a whisper—a fleeting inquiry, a stolen heartbeat. But then I leaned closer, answering him. The kiss deepened, unfolding slowly and unhurried, heavy with everything we had ever left unsaid.

, Myra spoke as she walked toward Mia. Mia smiled as she felt embarrassed. "Mia I hope what we spoke will be a secret between us.", Myra smiled. She didn't know why for the first time she opened up with a stranger who turned out to be a family. "I will keep it a secret.", Mia patted Myra's hand that was holding hers. Myra pulled Mia into a hug. "If I'm still his wife...then I guess we will have more chances to meet. I hope this strange friendship lasts longer.", Myra spoke as the door opened.

Sometimes I wake up sweating, my heart racing as though I have been touched for the first time. I tell myself it must be Liam. Maybe my subconscious already knows him. Or maybe it isn’t him at all. But that question doesn’t stop the heat from spreading through my chest when I think of those dreams. Oh, and one more thing: last night, in a haze of alcohol and rebellion, I kissed a stranger. My first kiss. Stolen from me? No. I gave it willingly, recklessly, maybe desperately. And I liked it. she yawned and rubbed her temples, the dull throb of a hangover pulsing through her skull. Her head ached, her eyes stung, and even the thought of standing made her groan.

"Does it matter?" the stranger asked. His voice was a low, velvet growl that wrapped around me like smoke in the darkened suite. My pulse thundered in my ears. “No,” I whispered. The admission tasted like surrender on my tongue. The man did not hesitate. He closed the distance in a single predatory step and slammed his mouth over mine in a kiss that stole every rational thought from my head. It was not gentle or exploratory like I was used to. It was raw hunger.

big time! Meanwhile, Eura can’t explain how great it was while she’s kissing the stranger who owned her and yes . . . she was more than willing to be owned by him. The best feeling she felt right now is his bulging manhood and how it arouses her everytime their private part collided. She was trapped with his fiery touch. She felt something so new . . . and she ain’t complaining, she love it. “Let’s not remove our clothes. We can do it while our clothes are still on,” he said and grunted. He kissed her again while his huge palm entered her top. “Damn! I want you so bad!”

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

He came striding towards me. "Whoa," I said, "back up." His stride was still intent. "I said back the fudge up." He crowded me into the wall in the alley, and when we were a hairsbreadth away, the stranger did something, well, strange. He kissed me. Meshing his lips to mine. I froze. A strange man was kissing me! A strange man had his f*cking lips on mine. Had his fudging tongue down my throat!