Kissing Screen Novels & Stories

“But only a movie.” We sat together in his sitting room, the glow of the flat screen painting the room in flickering colors. I chose the farthest corner of the couch, but he still managed to feel too close. The movie started, and within minutes, two characters were kissing. Not a soft, chaste kiss, but a desperate, hungry one, hands tangling in hair, lips parting, breathless gasps spilling into the dark. The sounds were too loud in the silence of the room.

The hero hugged heroin behind him, as Jacob hugged me—hero Jack and heroine Rose, sucking each other's lips and rolling tongues into each other's mouths. This scene is my favourite one because of the way they kiss so passionately, and this is the first kiss scene I've seen in a movie. When I saw them sucking their lips like this, I was like, "Ew, what the hell is this and how can they suck their tongue like this?" Ha-ha!! Such a fun time. Wait for a second—what is pushing me behind? I turned back—omg, sh*t, I forgot that Jacob was there. We looked into each other's eyes—we sat in such a position that he was behind me and parted his lips left and right.

He looked me in the eyes and if I say wasn't affected with his blue eyes, then I'm lying to myself. I leaned closer to him, and he did the same too, it took crazy hours for us to get close to our face until our nose touched each other. I've remembered watching Korean movies and during the kissing scene, I will be counting minutes before the characters get to kiss each other and I will suddenly shout, 'You guys should just fucking kiss and stop wasting my time,' I guess I've found myself in such a situation… Our lips finally brushed, I didn't know whose lips came in contact with the other first.

Will She looked away and walked to the couch. I sighed and sat beside her I just wish this kissing scene is short but hell no, it's like five minutes. “you're one good kisser. How many girls have you kissed all in the name of movie making?” she asked, staring at me.

My name is Maya Torres, and up until three weeks ago, the most intimate thing I'd ever done on camera was kiss my co-star in a low-budget N*****x holiday movie while fake snow fell around us. It was sweet, scripted, and ended with a chaste peck that made the director yell "Cut!" before our lips even fully touched. That was it. My entire on-screen sexual history.

On the screen, Pete and Zoe were standing together inside what looked like a restaurant. Then the image shifted. Another scene appeared. This time they were inside a car. Zoe leaned across the seat with her lips cupped with that Pete. A loud gasp escaped from several people in the crowd. The images continued changing showing similar scenes, with different locations, different clothes. Yet the same two people. Kissing. Holding each other. Their closeness unmistakable. The screen didn’t only show still images. Some of the footage moved. Short video clips played one after another, showing moments where the two were locked in intimate embraces, kissing deeply like their lives depended on it, the

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

Lou's breathing is driven, in jerks, droplets of sweat crawl down his temples, fall on his sharp collarbones. She reaches for the screen, licks her lips. Smiling. He asks to kiss her. He reaches for the webcam with his lips. It's hard to think of something more stupid and tender than this kiss. And then she turns off. Maybe by herself. Or maybe the Internet is just disconnecting.

he pleas, but my dumb mind doesn’t do anything for a reason. “Why?” I blurt. “Because he’s going to kiss a girl, and you know whenever there’s a kissing scene in a movie, the people watching it are supposed to do the same.” I snort at his words, I know he’s making things up, and my eyes land on the screen on two people tearing their clothes apart. “But they’re not kissing, they’re about to have sex…” I counterattack, his lips curl up into a beaming smile. “Look he kissed the g---” his eyes widening at the screen but popping out as I cut him off, shut him off with my lips.