Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

Moonshine is not only dangerous but it's illegal. “Stop being a pussy. Grandpa makes the best moonshine in the county. He gets good money for it in the black market. I've been drinking moonshine since I was 10, and I ain't blind as yet,” she winked. Mitch sighed. The poor girl didn't know he was only looking out for her. There was no way moonshine could blind him. But if Kitty wanted to go blind. So be it. She screwed off the jar cover and gulped from the liquor. It burned her throat and stomach. “Fuck yeah!” She screamed. Then she handed Mitch the jar.

I tilt my head up, and he leans his head down, so our lips meet in a gentle but passionate kiss. “I’m glad he didn’t kill you,” he whispers against my lips. “Yeah,” I smile softly. “Me too.” I take a deep breath, take out the potion, and carefully uncork it, dropping the hair in. It sizzles as it hits the liquid, and an acrid, smoky smell fills the air. “Goddess, that’s going to taste terrible,” Mason says as we both cough. “No shit,” I brace myself, and raise the potion high.

Cliff informs me and I nod frantically, the sensation of his kisses still flooding my senses. Lance lifts my head by placing his finger on my chin and tilts my face to his. He leans in and plants a searing kiss on my lips. I gasp into his mouth, as his tongue seeks entry. I open my lips slightly and he licks into my mouth, tasting every inch of it. When we pull away, I smile at him. Cliff is watching us make out with a burning fire in his eyes. A topless lady approaches us with three glasses. " Whiskey for the guys and red wine for the lady. It gets one horny really fast."She offers, winking at me.

I so did not want the same to be true of Blaze or Brodryn. “Little Moon.” I gasped as I felt him come up behind me, the smell of late-night dew and moonlight filling my nose as I turned and threw my arms around his middle, clinging to him and shaking with relief. He crushed me to him in a bruising hug before cupping my face and tilting it to his as he sealed his lips over mine, consuming me in a kiss that was lips, teeth, and tongue. It was relieved and possessive all in one and it was all Brodryn. By the time he released me, I was breathless and nearly limp in his arms, his hold the only thing keeping me up. “You’re ok? What’s going on Brodryn? Why can’t I reach the two of you?” I whispered

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

Not when he kissed like this. His kiss put all sorts of naughty ideas, desires and wants, hurtling through my veins like a drug. I couldn't get enough and I wanted more. More than just this kiss. I pressed my chest against his, trying to soothe the ache growing at the tips of my breasts. I need more.

The truth was, the song was pushing us to go beyond just brushing against each other's clothes and dancing. When Minerva opened her eyes a few seconds later, I kissed her. Her lips were as soft as ever. This time, she didn't hesitate at all to respond to the kiss. As I touched her lips and felt her breath, I could tell how much she had been drinking. Her kisses tasted like vodka, rum, and whiskey, I don't know, there were so many liquors mixed together. No wonder these girls were so out of it. I don't think even the strongest person could handle such a combination.

Before I could collect my thoughts, he surged forward and claimed my lips. The kiss was hot, wet, and utterly consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a firm dominance that left no room for hesitation. I gasped in shock, and he took full advantage, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to explore my mouth with skill that made my head spin. The faint bitterness of alcohol mingled with his natural sweetness, creating an intoxicating blend that left me dizzy. Kyven completely dominated the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that felt overwhelming yet thrilling. It was messy and unrestrained, his teeth grazing my lower lip as he deepened the kiss with an urgency that demanded my

She was flabbergasted at just how turned on she was by the kiss; it totally snuck up on her. Thrilled that her kiss had disarmed her, Kimberly mounted her cousin, and her tongue ventured farther into that docile mouth. She gasped excitedly into their kiss as she tasted Amber, as she collected her sap into her own mouth. She coated her palate with the sweet fluids, appreciating the little kick left by the vodka. Amber released a low cry of sex before her tongue dipped into Kimberly's minty nectar. Kimberly replied with her own sensual moan as they tangled erotically, mingling their fluids before either girl gulped it down.

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.