Kissing Softly Novels & Stories

he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

Going through vaginas like I go through toothpaste. So the kiss isn’t soft. It isn’t gentle. It isn’t anything that can be confused with comfort. It is goodbye.

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

He reaches out—gentle—turns my face up to his. Then he kisses me. Soft. Slow. Like he’s savoring every second, every taste, every breath.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

I said, the word a soft invitation. He let out an amused laugh, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through me. "We'll get nowhere with that bet, Roxy," he said, his voice husky. "Because I can't resist kissing you anyway." And then he closed the distance between us, slowly...deliberately. His lips met mine, languid and soft, a gentle exploration that promised everything. One hand rested on the table beside me, his fingers flat against the cool surface, while the other skirted my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, a slow, intoxicating dance that chased away all thoughts of work, of trouble, of anything but him.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

He moved closer softly kissing her on the lips. “Hi handsome,” she smiled. “Are you ready love?” “I am.” As usual their fingers entwined, together leaving the Mansion. The sky was cloudless with a beautiful moon shining down on them. Thomas leaned closer kissing her softly in the neck enjoying the soft laughter bubbling in her throat. “I am crazy about you.” He said still nuzzling her neck. “I am yours by choice…by heart,” she turned as he immediately claimed her lips. It was the most tender kiss they shared.

The kiss had lasted four seconds. I had counted them the way I had counted the almost smile and the hand over hers and every other moment in twenty three weeks that had required counting because counting was the only way I knew to hold something that was too significant to just let pass. Four seconds. Soft. The specific softness of something that was not performing its own significance. Not the kiss of a man making a point or staking a claim or communicating anything that required the receiver to interpret it against a backdrop of everything that had come before. Just soft. Just present. Just exactly what it was and nothing more complicated than that.