Kissed A Stranger Novels & Stories

I winced and mentally asked, when did I learn to lie? She just smiled sweetly and said, "It's okay!" And my eyes bugged out when she whispered, "A simple kiss is fine with me." When she noticed my awkward reaction, she laughed and told me, "I'm just kidding!" Inner me, I breathed a sigh of relief; she made it clear that it was just a joke, of course! I'm not a lesbian. When we went inside, my eyes first saw Alex hugging Sienna and kissed her right on the lips. I tried not to roll my eyes and just gave a smile to those who approached and greeted me.

I did not want anything to do with Noah, well except for her kids, I could not get rid of them because I loved them to death. I walked slowly, the soft music from my earpods soothing me. Seeing as the bus was still not there, I had no hurry. I was almost at the bus stop when someone tackled me. I almost fell on the ground but a hand stopped me. Before I could right myself and start a war because I had just been minding my business when the person knocked me over, warm lips descended on mine with an urgency I had never felt. I was shocked speechless, so much that instead of pushing this person away, I responded to the kiss. It was toe-curling, the kind that makes you want to beg for more. I w

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

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 slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Everybody started looking around for the groom. "Where is Carlos?", my mother whispered under her fake smile as she walked me to the alter. "I don't care", I said and then we reached the alter. Valerie reached out and took my hands. Everyone in the crowd gasped, shocked. "Hello Stranger", he said with a broad smile on his face. "Hello you", I said smiling back. "This is gonna be the best wedding ever", he said. Oh yes it is

I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating from the stress or lack of sleep. I stepped out hesitantly, each footfall slow and uncertain. My foot could feel the coldness of the polished floor. The office lights were dim—just the soft glow from emergency strips and a few desk lamps left on by habit. The usual hum of activity had long since gone to sleep. It wasn’t just quiet. It was after-hours quiet. And there he was. A stranger. In my office, near my desk. I tried not to panic. Sure, he was handsome—okay, more than handsome. The kind of handsome that made my brain short-circuit for half a second. His jaw was sharp, his frame all lean muscle and calm power, like someone born to walk into a room

“Fuck… someone, anyone…” Then I remembered: I had the internet. Desperate, shaking hands fumbled for the laptop across from the bed. My fingers hovered over the trackpad, and when the screen lit up, my blood ran cold. A video was trending with millions of views and comments pouring in like acid. I was kissing a stranger. My lips pressed to his, my memory came back in shards. The whiskey haze, the night, the words spilling out of my mouth: “Kiss me… at my husband’s wedding.”

He needed to get his head back in the game. “I see them,” he whispered. The lady opened her mouth to say more, but he kissed her. Yes, he was kissing a stranger, but he liked it. He really liked her lips. Breaking off the kiss was the most challenging thing he had done all day, but he managed to. “Where do you live?” “Are they gone?” she asked. “Yes.”

It should’ve pleased me to see her smile. It didn’t, not in the slightest in fact it only made me feel worse, and that she was flirting with that stranger. The way they were grinding against each other, his hands were on her hips, pushing her more against his manhood. I was going to kill this fucker- My blood froze. Just when I thought that things could not get any worse, it just did, so much worse. Kennedie turned and planted her lips on him… a complete fucking stranger and she was here kissing him like they were dating.