Kissing Pumpkin Novels & Stories

Right in my pumpkin patch, and considering what she thought about my pumpkins and the Halloween Festival it’s right ironic . You hold still! C’mere! See this ridge here, long the bottom of this here pumpkin? See how it’s sorta quivering? The Way of Ah-Tzenul was right, Doc, it surely was. Once you invoke Ah-Tzenul’s blessing on your crops, it’s always . . . Now you stop that! My Betty’s hungry and if she ain’t fed right quick . . . Ah, hell, Doc, now ya done it! She gets right mean when her food ain’t alive . . .

I said when she continued to stare hard. "Jiro is in love with Odette! He's been in love with her since fourth grade! I was surprised when I found out that he has attended every school that Odette has— remember Pumpkin Boy?" I tilted my head upward with confusion. She clicked her tongue angrily. "Pumpkin boy? Short, plump boy with a mop on his head, beautiful eyes, weird clothes, and jack-o'-lantern smile?" I snapped my fingers. "Yes, him, I remember,"

My mouth, my words, led to misfortune. Keep Silent, this is the punishment I give myself and the measure I take to protect myself. I washed my hands and went to the kitchen to cut off a small piece of pumpkin. After peeling them, I put them in boiling water to cook. After ten minutes I pick up the pumpkins and use a spoon to crush them into a puree. Then, I add cream, honey, milk, a little water and flour. Stir a few times. Pour them into a small pot and cook them for 5 minutes. Done!

IRISH’s POV “Yes, he knows. We happened to know each other.” I just hope he won't ask me more questions; I am not ready to go into details. “Is he threatening you?” “No! Alex will never try such.” “Okay, come here. We will be going back to school tomorrow. Get ready. Thank you, Pumpkin, for coming with me. It would have been lonely and boring without you.” He was hugging me, and the name Pumpkin triggered some butterflies in my stomach. My chest was literally beating drumbeats. Why is he bending his head? No way! I ran off. I wasn't going to allow him to kiss me when I hadn’t brushed my teeth.

Billy was standing before us with a bouquet of roses. “Now. Here are the rules, big horny kids,” the funny guy began with a smirk. “I will be showing you a rose. If the color is white, you must kiss the hand of the person on your left. If the rose is yellow, you must pick a place on the body of the player on your left. If I show you a red one, then you must give us a show of a passionate kiss...touching is required. Yeah, you get it...basically, you make out with the person on your left.”

And my thighs quiver at the sensation. I squeeze my eyes and try to think of repulsive things. I have to douse the fire burning in my core else I may just start humping his hand right there. A week old pizza. Three days old porridge. I hated porridge. This should do it. I concentrate hard on the porridge and yes it has all that mold on it, and all that— His hands gives me the friction I desperately need. My knees buckle and his lips capture mine in another consuming kiss. I moan.

It didn’t even bother him if he was a demon and a guy. The demon tilted his mask a little, revealing half of his face. Afterward, the demon leaned down, planting a kiss on Xurden’s lips. It was just a simple kiss, but the effect on Xurden was big. His body became hotter and his skin tingled in euphoria while his heart beat became louder. And there’s one thing that woke all his senses. The scent coming from the demon was the same as Yric.

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation. He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special. His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean