Kissing Pillows Novels & Stories

" Arosh is too embarrassed to even think about waking up. Her long lashes vacillate and create a fan-formed shaded area over the face. It is insufferable! Kevin hangs over her, his hot lips igniting with the fieriness of the fire and land at Arosh's lips. He truly loves Arosh's delicate lips with warm kisses. He embraced her firmly and set down on the enormous bed, and they shared the entire night together.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

"Come say hi to him." Not wasting even a second, I immediately get up from my position and kneel in front of him. Leaning forward, I gently kiss the velvety shaft and that's when he starts to moan in appreciation. I definitely feel encouraged by that response and extremely motivated to please him more so I start to open my mouth and bring the tip in. He groans approvingly, "Your lips are the best dick pillow, ever." I can't help but to laugh at that weird compliment to the point of nipping his cock that is still in my mouth, earning an 'owwww' from him.

I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides. He broke from the kiss. “Would you mind if I stay the night? I think there might be a spider in my room.” I laughed. “That’s the oldest trick in the book.” He kept up his poker face. “No, I’m serious. I saw seven, maybe eight legs dart under my bed. It’ll keep me up all night.” I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Careful,” I said, our lips still touching. “I might keep you up all night instead.”

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

“A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. “That’s twisted.” “Maybe,” he said smoothly. “But every night, when your lips touch mine, I know what you’re hiding—fear, anger, curiosity. One day…” He let the pause drag, savoring it. “…desire.” Heat shot through her, unwanted and infuriating. She stabbed her fork into the lamb too hard, nearly splitting the porcelain beneath it. “You’re delusional.” He leaned closer, invading her space, his cologne wrapping around her like smoke. “No. I’m patient.”

He still loved her! He started kissing her, stroking her body in his familiar way, and she melted. It didn't take long for the fire to return. He was surprised when she grabbed a pillow. "It's to scream into, baby. You know how much I enjoy making love to you and how loud I can get. We have children in the house and I don't want to wake them, so I'll be biting this pillow a lot tonight. I hope so, anyway." She didn't know how many times she bit down, but it was enough to put a hole in the pillow. She was glad pillows were pretty cheap, but if it cost her half her salary a week, it would be worth it.

Viktor POV: The room stank of sex and smoke. Silk sheets tangled around my legs, the girl draped over me like a goddamn leech. Her laugh grated against my nerves, soft and fake, like everything about her. “You're quiet tonight, baby,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down my chest. “Want me to—” The door burst open. “Viktor!” Aleksander. He never barged in unless it was life or death. “What the fuck, Alek?” I growled, already sitting up, the girl squealing and grabbing for the sheets.

I wanted him. He smiled against the kiss, understanding me without speaking another word. In a smooth motion, he twisted and flipped our positions so that I was now laying on the couch with him straddling me. I loved being under him. He kissed down my throat, pausing to nibble on my collarbone before gently nipping at one breast. He didn't stop there. Leaving a trail of kisses, he kept working south until coming to my pants.