Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

I close my eyes, this is my first kiss! Leandro's mouth is warm, his tongue is soft and bold, I try to imitate it and not be embarrassed, he sucks, nibbles and licks my lower lip, I try to do the same on his upper lip; his big hand goes to the back of my neck and tugs lightly at my hair, his other hand goes to my back and pulls me closer to him. Not knowing where to put my hands I support them on his arms and stay like this, kissing, the contact gets deeper and deeper...

Like Damon before him, he sought permission through eye contact, a silent query that I answered with a nod. He descended upon me, his kiss entirely different from his brother's yet equally scorching. It was a dance of power and surrender, of give and take, all wrapped up in an intricate ballet of lips, tongues, and unspoken promises. Where Damon's kiss had been slow and exploratory, Axel's was more urgent, as if he were claiming terrain he'd long yearned to conquer. As our lips parted, a trail of heat remained, searing me to my core, leaving me dazed and breathless.

“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.

“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.

Which worked by the way. I giggled,"oh don't be ridiculous. Hayden is just a friend and importantly my workmate. I did not go for lunch with him to piss you off, it just happened to happen on a day that I was mad at you. We eat together everyday." He groaned again and threw his head back. "I don't like it." "oh you big baby just kiss me already." I said using one hand to pull his lips to me while the other hand slid down and cupped his d!ck. More like mine at this point,lol.

But before I could speak, he closed the distance between us, his hands gripping my hands firmly. His grip was firm, almost bruising, as he pulled my hands over my head. He got on top of me, the intensity in his eyes both terrifying and magnetic. His lips crashed against mine, a forceful and demanding kiss that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was an eruption of pent-up anger and frustration, a desperate attempt to reclaim something that had long been lost.

23 Adrianna's heart quickens as Lance leans in closer, his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Lance's lips are firm and demanding. The warmth of his body envelopes her, and she feels his hands clutching her closer, their intensity igniting memories of a bond that once radiated warmth. One hand caresses her hair gently, fingers weaving into her strands. In that moment, she melts against him, torn between unbridled joy and a pang of heart-wrenching sadness. Despite the kiss, deep down, she knows their relationship will never return to its former glory.

And her long brunette hair was pulled up into a ponytail, revealing her long, thin neck. “You came!” Zain smiled as he picked up his board and jogged toward her. Without thinking, he leaned in and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She pulled back slightly, obviously taken aback by the gesture, and then he realized what he had done. “Oh! It’s a cultural thing. We always kiss our friends and family on the cheek in greeting when we see them. No big deal. Sorry.” She laughed. “No, that’s all right. But I have one question.” Her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Do you greet your male friends with a kiss, too?”

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

"Caleb had informed me that wealthy and famous individuals often have a distinct way of greeting, unlike the customary gestures familiar to us. Instead, many of them prefer to show respect by kissing the lady's hand, a refined and elegant gesture that is particular to their social circle." "I remembered that I was supposed to smile graciously and extend my right hand, palm facing upwards, to accept the greeting in the manner that Caleb had taught me, allowing the gentleman to kiss my hand as a sign of respect and courtesy." "I smile, recalling the lesson, and extend my right hand. Caleb takes it, but instead of the expected gentle kiss, he uses it to pull me up from my seat, his grip firm an