Kissxsis Novels & Stories

In the faint glow of the emergency exit sign, he looked tired and messy. Still hot though. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said. “You called me a moron,” I finally said, my voice cracking a little. “For falling in love after one kiss, FYI…. It was two kisses and I’m not in love with you.” “I’m—“

“I (kiss) KNOW (kiss) I (kiss) HAVE(kiss) BEEN (kiss) A (kiss) GRADE (kiss) ONE (kiss) JERK, BABY (kiss)” “BUT (kiss) I (kiss) WAITED (kiss) FOR (kiss) YOU (kiss) FOR (kiss) 18 FUCKING (kiss) YEARS (kiss) SO THAT (kiss) YOU DIDN’T (kiss) MISS (kiss) OUT (kiss) YOUR (kiss) PRECIOUS (kiss) CHILDHOOD (kiss) AND (kiss) TEENAGE (kiss) FUN (kiss) BECAUSE (kiss) OF MY (kiss) POSSESSIVE (kiss) BEHAVIOUR (kiss)”

“When was your first kiss?” I opened my mouth, no idea what I was going to say but Knox didn’t give me the chance. “In a Ferris wheel. February fourteenth, Midnight with enough fireworks in the distance,” he said, without a pause. “That’s… oddly specific,” Bobby said. “You two must remember it well.” Knox’s eyes found mine and for a second, I couldn't help but notice the faint scar above his lip. “We do,” he said. And somehow, it sounded both like a promise and a warning.

Krissy not only opened her legs but reached down and with her fingers spread herself open in front of me. "Oh that looks good." I whispered. Krissy began to stroke her clit with one purple finger nail then slid her finger inside her pussy; when she removed it I could hear how wet it was. "Megan," She began softly still with that mischievous smile. "Would you like to kiss me?"

Kristina breaks the kiss, gasping for air when her orgasm hits and I start thrusting my cock deeper into Lauren's pussy. "Fuck!" I breathe, "I'm just about there, Sis." "Me too!" she pants, "just... a little... more!" She slams down on my hard cock, rocking her clit against my pelvic bone and rides me into an intense orgasm that has her screaming my name.

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

Grayson hums and pushes his tongue inside his mouth, seizing his and enveloping it with his saliva. Kian moans at the intensity of their kiss and lowers Grayson's trousers to brush his hardness with his hand. Grayson sighs and closes his eyes when Kian claims dominance over his weakness. He pumps his length over the boxer fabric, using his magic to make it bigger and harder.

' Her voice cracked, echoing off the walls. Moans poured from all four of them now—grunts from the men, cries from the women. The couch creaked under the weight and motion. Lisa, not one to be left out, crawled over on her hands and knees, her skirt still hiked up. She leaned in close to Sarah's face, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues danced messily, tasting salt and desire. Lisa's free hand stayed between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her pussy, matching the rhythm of the thrusts below. Sarah kissed back hungrily, one hand reaching out to squeeze Lisa's breast through her top, pinching the nipple hard.

“Kiss the person to your left for fifteen seconds. Tongue optional but encouraged.” The person to Lisa’s left was a girl named Sofia—brunette, shy smile, already tipsy. Sofia’s eyes went wide. Lisa didn’t hesitate. She turned, cupped Sofia’s jaw with one hand, and pulled her in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, performative—lips parting, tongues visible for half a second before Lisa tilted her head and deepened it. Sofia made a small surprised sound, then melted into it. Fifteen seconds felt like forever.

My sister, Kelly Sutton, was totally lovestruck. The night her longtime crush finally said yes, she begged me not to tell our parents about their date. She stayed out all night, and I covered for her. Kelly was so happy, I couldn't help being happy for her. Three months later, she jumped off the roof of our apartment building. Dad had a heart attack and died on the spot. Mom never smiled again. Eventually, she ended up in a psychiatric hospital. More than a decade later, after I became a cop, I dug up an old case that made my blood run cold. Kelly's crush, Calvin Tilley, was a psychopath who used love as bait to deliberately spread HIV, destroying young women's lives. That was why my