Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

She asked coyly, gently stroking the large dick with her right hand. "Or massage the head with my palm?" Placing her left hand on the tip, massaged and stroking from the top. "Tease your balls with my fingers..." Her right hand dropped down to massage her Father's sack. "While I give it a little kiss..." Without breaking eye contact, she planted her lips on his balls and kissed, leaving a dark black lipstick stain as she pulled away.

Lisa rubbed her head to ward off an impending headache. Ruben slowly walked over, kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in his. He gently lifted each to his lips and tenderly kissed each knuckle. Once he was done, he turned her hands over and kissed lingeringly each centre while looking at her beautiful blue eyes. He then entwined their fingers together.

I use my right hand on her tits, rolling over the hard bud through her dress and my left hand between her thighs, gently massaging her lips and squeezing her clit at the the same time. She moans, sucking on my Adams apple, around my jaw and back to my lips. I let out a low groan. "Is that how you kiss a girl you hate?" She whispers into my ears with one slender hand sneaking around my butt and poking a finger up my ass.

She turned her head to look at him. Theresa felt love and gratitude for him in that moment, and without a word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. This kiss was different from the others. It was a sensual and passionate exploration. Its taste was a mixture of white wine. Hector responded in kind, his hand rising to her face, his fingers gently digging into her hair. There was no rush. The outside world had vanished; only this veranda, the sound of the waves, and the slow, hypnotic touch of their lips and tongues existed.

it was Madeline who felt being outcast in the group. "I'm Enrique Houston, señorita. This is my banquet. I'm honored you attend my simple party!" Enrique cut Albert in and he also kissed Madeline's hand. He did the same thing to Cheska which made the latter giggle. "Do you always kiss a woman's hand when you greet one?" Edward roared. Benjamin on the other hand was applauding his rascal nephew. Just a little more he said, he might call 911. "Oh no! Sometimes, I also kiss their lips. Excuse me!" and in a snap, he just kissed Andrea's lips in front of them.

"Oh my gosh, Brian! What the-" I was cut off by his lips on mine, barely giving me time to catch my breath. His hands slid down to my waist and he pulled me closer to him. My hands buried in his hair, pulling at it. I can never resist Brian's kisses. Every kiss was special to me and meant something different each time. This kiss was passionate, not sweet and gentle. His tongue slid across my lower lip and I opened my mouth, tilting my head slightly to allow him better access.

“Aye, there are no tongues involved in kissing. ’Tis undignified.” “Undignified?” Again she nodded. This was going better than she imagined. He was taking her instructions quite well. “Mother Serenity told me that kisses are for the cheek or the mouth, but only in very intimate situations. And they shouldn’t last overlong. Just enough to convey the proper emotion. She never mentioned anything about a tongue. It can’t be proper for you to kiss me and stick your tongue inside my mouth.” His lips twitched in a suspicious manner. He even put a hand to his mouth and rubbed firmly for several moments before he lowered it and said, “And your Mother Serenity is an authority on kissing, is she?”

Luna I leaned in closer with my lips parted, ready to give him a gentle kiss. He holds my head gently in his hands, his touch sending shivers down my spine. As our lips finally meet, a surge of warmth and passion envelops us both, igniting a fiery connection that feels utterly electrifying. Slowly but passionately, the kiss deepened as his body pressed against mine, his hands exploring the curves of my back. As he finally broke the kiss, his head rested on mine, and we both caught our breath, feeling a sense of euphoria and longing.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

Lisa looked at me, confused. I don't even know how to explain it to her. What Lisa said is true. A kiss is nothing to us; it's even a casual way to show affection to each other. Some elegant werewolves use it daily, as kissing on the cheek or the lips of a friend of the same sex is normal. But it was my first kiss for me and belonged to the man I love. Every time I mention it, I feel euphoric, I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's just not appropriate at the moment.