Lesbian Kiss Novels & Stories

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

She grinned, walking briskly to where I stood. "Kiss. Kiss. Kiss."I quickly moved away from her."Stay away from me, you disgusting squirrel!"I dashed into the kitchen, shutting the door behind me. "Aww. I just wanted a kiss", she said from behind the door."Go kiss your granny ass, bitch. I am no lesbian" I said, turning the lock."Okay! Suit yourself!! I am no lesbian too" she said I giggled, walking to the refrigerator to get something I could prepare for breakfast. Zoe is such a problematic person.

She whispered, biting her lower lips. “So, There should not be an issue in kiss baby,”, He cupped her cheek. “Sister Jenny said, Before marriage, anything sexual relationship is a sin” She softly said. “A Kiss is not counted in a sexual relationship,” He said. “But….” He put a finger on her lips. “The kiss is a sign of affection and if kissing you is a sin, I will always do it,” He said, brushing his lips on her. “Liam…”, She gasped.

He chuckled, shaking his head. The two ladies held onto each other, his eyes still fixed on them when they crashed lips, passionately kissing each other in the pool. He was taken aback, too stunned to speak. He thought they were interested in him, he had no idea they were lesbians. The blonde's eyes were on him as she fondled her partner's breasts, sucking gently on her nipples. "Hey," Lisa appeared in front of him. She was wearing a pink bikini that revealed all her curves. He smiled at her, his eyes settling on the nipples that were pointed out from the bra, half of her breasts were on full display.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

I guess she thinks I can't hear her, since she's whispering, but I can hear her fully. Then our lips make contact. I grab her cheek in support, as our lips move in sync. I cannot believe this is happening. I'm kissing Heaven Martinez and I'm not pushing her away? I'm not feeling disgusted. I am feeling some sort of likeness, and it's scaring me. After a few seconds of kissing she taps my thigh, not knowing what she wants, I lift myself on top of her as she puts her hand on my lower back, almost touching my ass.

BRIXTON The moment my lips met Leah’s, a surge of electricity shot through me. It was a raw, undeniable connection that ignited a fire in my veins. I admit I’m not a saint, I’ve kissed plenty of women before, but this one… this was different. I felt like melting as I tasted her soft lips. This moment was something I've been longing for, and I finally have it. I could feel her hesitance, her hands trying to push me away, but I kept her firmly lock in my hold, only deepening the kiss until I felt her softly respond.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

her hand comes up to my head, sinking between my thick strands while I close my eyes, enjoying the kiss. I pulled back quickly, my breath coming out in short bursts. Chloe's hand is still in my hair and I tug it out. “Chloe I know you're a lesbian, but I am not like that,”I said. Her face feels slightly, but she is quick at hiding it. “That's okay. It was still a decent kiss,” she grinned, settling back on her side of the couch. “I don't know about decent,” I highlighted, wanting to ease away the awkwardness of what just happened. “Let's just be friends that hang out with each other more, okay?”

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.