Kissing Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Not wanting to unplug anything, I sit down and hold her hand. I just sit there for a few minutes not knowing what to do and then I remembered a movie where someone was in a coma and their true love kissed them on the lips. After they did that and called their name, the love interest woke up. Thinking it corny at first, I decided not to do it, but then realizing that the nurse was due to come in any minute to kick me out, I stand up and give it a shot.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

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.

Precum kept dropping from his penis hole and it gave me a spike every time. I felt myself squirting as I continued. Then his hand held my head and pulled me upwards. He then lifted me with his hands on my bum. His lips closed on to mine and I kissed him. So lost in passion, desire, thirst for more of him. I suckled his upper lip, while he sucked on my lower lip. And then we switched. I kissed his face, pulled his beard and planted kisses on them. He then put my back against the wall. “Take off your shirt pumpkin,” his hoarse voice growled and in a split second, my shirt was undone.

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.

His intense eyes locked onto mine, and I struggled to resist the overwhelming urge to melt under his gaze. In an unexpected move, Liam pressed his lips against mine, catching me off guard. At first, I was shocked, but as his tongue sought access, I gradually surrendered to the soft and sweet sensation of his kiss. The turmoil inside me intensified as Onyx, my wolf, howled in my head, and butterflies swirled in my stomach. The kiss was a mix of emotions, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and ecstatic all at once. Liam deepened the kiss, and I was taken aback by his emotions. I responded eagerly, fully embracing the stolen moment that had eluded us three times before. This time, it felt right

Ever. My heart melted when he finally kissed me back, painfully slow, as if he was trying to fight his own instincts and conceal his anger. An arm made its way to my neck, and I followed his movement, holding the back of his neck and savoring his lips. This felt so right. He was being so gentle and slow, as if he was trying to pour all of his hidden feelings into the kiss. I wanted it to last forever, but due to a lack of oxygen, I finally had to pull away.

The small group looked at each other, and then the market broke loose. “Child, how much for the baked one?” one elder asked quickly, already reaching for his bracelet. “How much for the fresh?” “Can I buy three?” “Do you have more pumpkin?” “Is this real organic food?” Vera answered loudly so the whole forming crowd could hear. “One thousand coins for a pound of fresh pumpkin and fifteen hundred for baked. Potatoes are five hundred each, baked potatoes are six hundred. Samples are free, but the supply is limited.”

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

I saw him smiled and stared away shyly I love you; he said staring at me I stared at his eyes and smiled I love you too; I said shyly He stared at me sweetly I didnt even know when we moved our lips closer to each other Our lips met and we kissed passionately He bit my lips so sweetly He is really a good kisser; I thought We kissed for a very long time He caress my body so sweetly Suddenly, we heard a sound of footstep and someone coughed We quickly unlocked from the kiss OMG! Such a mood spoiler.... . T.B.C