Kissing Contests Novels & Stories

I murmured against his lips. "Less talking, more kissing," he said, deepening the kiss. Although he tasted like alcohol and cigarette and it repulsed my senses, Judah's kisses were magnetic enough to get me to stay. I always learned something new every time we kiss. He was creative, he never made it into a routine. Now before you get all crazy on me like Hallee would, don't worry, this was strictly just kissing. It was only a physical act, nothing more, nothing less. I simply regarded this as pure anthropological research.

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.

"There is only one rule...no bullshit. Every kiss gotta be atleast thirty seconds, and it's gotta be a real kiss no matter the gender. If the bottle lands on you, you take a shot and pucker up." The longer Blake explained, the more dread I felt settling over me. So many things could go wrong and they probably would. The first person to spin was Blake and the bottle landed on some girl dressed as a vampire. They made out, and when the thirty seconds was up, they had to be pulled apart because they clearly weren't going to do it on their own.

At some point some sides didn't believe in the moon goddess's rule and decided to be promiscuous, adding another wolf to their mating circle. They were to be punished really badly, but after numerous pleas, the rules were adjusted. A divorce or rejection could enable you to cut off your mate, but there was a disadvantage beneath it. If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held.

I was too busy staring at the back of the room, still searching for a shock of dark hair or a flash of a blue uniform that didn't belong here. The host of the party, a loud, obnoxious kid from the rowing team, stepped onto the low stage in the centre of the lounge. "Alright, everyone! We’ve got a game for the couples. Nothing says Apex-crest like a little competition." A roar of laughter went through the crowd. "It’s simple. Whoever can hold the longest kiss, wins the prize. Let’s see who’s actually the power couple of the year!" Calista squealed, her eyes lighting up with that excitement she saved for things she wanted to own.

Cynthia looked down to check the items in her equipment bag, and she didn' t notice that four contestants were exchanging messages with each other with their eyes and occasionally dropped malicious glances on Cynthia. These four contestants, all born alpha, seemed to be secretly planning some kind of conspiracy. Moderator, "I declare that the competition has officially begun! " 100 werewolves simultaneously rode towards the depths of the forest. Every contestant wanted to hunt sika deer because it scored high, was big and easy to spot, but it liked to move deeper in the forest and ran so fast that it would run deeper into the forest when it was scared. Cynthia is bent on winning, so she targ

Her hands clasped Jesse's shirt by his waist as he stood between her thighs. José backed out and walked away, shaking his head in dismay and finally leaving Jesse and K by themselves on the counter as they continued to kiss. It was a fucking pissing contest - and clearly, Jesse won, hands down. "I like it when you kiss me like that," K whispered against his lips, pulling away from the kiss. "And I like the look and feel of this," she murmured, rubbing Jesse's fresh stubble with her delicate fingers. "It's spiky and tingly."

Ginning inwardly, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself to his affection. But at that moment, it dawned on me! Justin, he blinked first! And that means.... "I WON!!" I screamed, putting an end to the kiss. "What?" A confused Justin asked. "I beat you in the staring contest. I beat your little ass IN. THE. STARING CONTEST." I dragged each word, feeling so proud of my accomplishment. "Wow." He breathes out, staring at me in disbelief. "What? Too shocked, that I could beat your ass??" I

"But we could do this: whoever wins the round gets to kiss someone." Everyone's eyes widened; it was hard to keep a straight face and not laugh at their expressions. "What are you suggesting, Virginia?" Fred asked in a whisper. "I played like this once and it's super fun," Virginia said excitedly. "Whoever wins the game can choose someone to kiss. But the type of kiss depends on the card points. If someone has twenty-one points, it's a movie-style kiss, if it's twenty points it's a twenty-second kiss on the lips, eighteen or nineteen points is a peck, and anything less is a kiss on the cheek, neck, or behind the ear - winner's choice."

“and what makes you think I want to play kiss chasey with you” Colton soon interjected “your so gross Destin what makes you think I want to run around and kiss you weirdo” Destin literally bent over in laughter at a very confused Colton. “Dear brother as much as I would like you to kiss me that is not how the game goes. Faith here gets five minutes to hide then we go hunt for her whoever finds her first has to catch and kiss her and they will be declared the winner” Destin says with wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.