Kissing Stories Novels & Stories

I had heard the boys back in high school say the girl they were with didn’t know how to kiss, and they had laughed about it. That had stung me as a virgin. Someone with zero experience. So, when I asked Spencer to teach me how to kiss, because I knew he had some experience with girls, I really hadn’t meant for it to be anything significant. It had been my clumsy attempt to save myself from future embarrassment when I find someone ready to kiss me. If I were being honest, I had expected kissing to be gross. Boy, how wrong I was.

“And you’re standing here dripping for a stranger.” Before she could answer, he closed the distance. The kiss started slow — deep and sensual. His lips were full and warm, moving against hers with controlled hunger. He tasted faintly of mint. Emma moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue slipped in, stroking hers in long, lazy circles. The kiss grew heavier, wetter. He tilted his head, deepening it, one hand cupping the back of her neck while the other slid under her tank top to palm her bare breast.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

I decided to just let him set the direction and tone of our adventure. Frank interrupted my thought. "I have a present for you Kathy". "Wow, I love presents...and surprises". I was not playing, I really did, but what girl wouldn't. I opened the gift-wrapped package and looked inside...a beautiful pair of earrings. Not just earrings but yellow gold, round white & champagne diamond cocktail earrings. I loved them and silently wondered what I would be doing to earn them. But I thanked him and hugged him once again. This time I turned to him and kissed him on the lips. It was kind of a natural reaction, but he let it linger a little longer than I expected. As kisses went, it was nice. I was happ

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

Believed the intensity meant love. She didn’t know yet that kisses could be weapons. That affection could be strategy. That love, when laced with lies, could become a slow, quiet destruction. But standing there, caught in the gravity of Adrian’s presence, Iris felt certain of one thing: Meeting him had changed something inside her. And whatever this was — whatever he was — there would be no walking away untouched.

His mouth moved against mine, with deeper and hungrier. My back arched as his hand pressed against the small of it, holding me close, while his other hand tangled into my hair. The way our breaths mixed in between desperate kisses. My fingers dug into his chest, while his knee brushed against my thigh, making me lose all balance. His lips claimed mine harder, and i felt my body melted. "Don't you feel like you're doing something wrong, Helena?" he asked.

If she says yes, I’m gonna fuck her quickly right now right in my car. “I have an early class, Liam.” I groaned then claimed her lips. Fuck! It was soft! It seems like no man has ever kissed this fucking lips. She moans as she returned my kisses and I love that I’m making her groan. No doubt, she’s a whore. She claimed my tongue and suck it like an expert kisser. My touch on her neck tightened a little because of how aggressive she kisses. Of course I’m not backing down. I gave her kisses back but this time, it’s more deep and passionate. We kissed for almost five minutes like it’s a competition and whoever moves away, he/she is a loser.

“Right now. While Mommy sucks your cocks. Show me how bad you want this.” They froze for half a second, their eyes wide. Then Hunter turned first. He grabbed the back of Kyle’s neck and yanked him in. Their mouths crashed together hard, teeth clacking, tongues sliding messy and desperate. Kyle whimpered into the kiss, and Hunter groaned deep. I watched their jaws work, lips swollen and shiny, while my hands kept pumping their cocks in perfect rhythm, slow twists at the base, fast strokes over the heads, thumbs smearing pre-cum everywhere.