Pocky Kisses Novels & Stories

The bastard I’d heard a thousand whispered stories about, none of which did him justice. He turned as I stepped in, his sharp gray eyes locking on mine immediately. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, a mask of control. But then, as his gaze trailed over me, that control cracked just enough to let something slip through. Amusement. Disbelief. And maybe just a touch of annoyance. “This is a joke, right?” His voice was deep and smooth, but it carried an edge sharp enough to draw blood. He gestured at me like I was an exhibit at some bizarre museum.

“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.

I press my lips to his quickly, tasting the diet coke that is so addicting. I don't let the kiss get much farther, because we have a dinner to go too.

Koshi crawls towards making Takeshi learn back. “Koi-” Takeshi stops opening his mouth only to get cut off as Koishi presses his own lips against him shutting him off. Slowly giving Takeshi a pepper kiss with his eyes closed pausing for a moment. Smirk forms over his face rising his hand up placing it in between his legs. The tip of his finger tracing over the tent form upon his pants. “Are you already hard for want me to suck you off don’t to love it how deep I take you inside hitting over the back” Koishi breaths out learning towards his ear? Lighting giving him a squeeze feeling Takeshi twisting under his palm.

It was mentioned in only one book I read, so I can’t be sure. “Leo, was that a kiss?” I decide to ask my most reliable source of information, watching his eyes widen comically before sadness fills them as he strokes my cheek with his fingers. “You don’t know what a kiss is?” He asks sadly. “I read about it in a book once, but I wasn’t sure if that was it. Was it a kiss?” “Yes and no. – he repeats his action, putting his lips on my cheek quickly – That was a peck on the cheek. A kiss is more… intimate and usually it’s placed on the lips.” He runs his finger over my lips as he stares at them.

I asked, my mind trying to push off the fog that had been cast by his kiss and remembering the conversation of last night, “Marcus, they.. at the kissing booth, the girl just kisses the boys on the cheek and that's it. It's not a mouth to mouth kiss.” He leaned back, his eyes fixed on mine. Then he looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Tell me you're joking," he muttered under his breath, his gaze shifting to the car's ceiling momentarily before focusing on me again. "Do you even realize what a kissing booth means in this international event? Not just in our territory, but with guests from all over the world? You would have been kissing thousands of boys, mouth to mouth." Confused by his re

“This is your truth Maya. Admit it and own it.” “My mouth…my lips full and sensual; kissable I was once told. There is another soft scar; now faded with time. The upper lip the result of a hard-hitting ball. I really did enjoy my tomboyish escapades. Now the final conclusion of my face…both sides of my checks sporting dimples of delight.” A slow smile curving around her mouth. Thomas reached for her hand. Instant sparks sizzles between them. He slowly smiles acknowledging what she felt resonant within him. He made her sit down at the table again.

If they stare any harder, they’ll start to drool. Pasha notices the same thing and smirks. He cups the side of my face in his hand. “You look beautiful, by the way.” I don’t have time to tell him I haven’t changed since “lunch” before he’s claiming my mouth in a wholly inappropriate kiss. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s showing off. It’s not quite peeing around my desk—but it’s not far from that, either. “Shall we?” he purrs when he pulls away.

"That was no kiss. Come on, I want you to kiss it like you'd kiss your girlfriend. Don't bullshit me bro." "Are you serious?" I said with disbelief. When I looked up at his face I could tell that he was. I couldn't believe how narcissistic this guy was. I once again moved my face up to his wrinkly sac. I puckered my lips and pressed them firmly against one of Barry's large balls. For several seconds I kissed it and when I let go, I followed up with several more. A few times I even touched the flesh of it with the tip of my tongue.

he says and I try to kiss him, he gives me a kiss on the cheek but I want more. I try to hold his face and turn him toward me so we could kiss correctly but he won't let me and I pout. "What's the wrong kitten?" he asks "I want a kiss," I say pouting, he kisses my nose and I pout even more "I want a real kiss here," I say pointing at my mouth. "You're too young kitten," he says "Nu-uh I'm big girl," I say pouting "No you're my little girl," he says and kisses my mouth slowly at first, then his tongue invade my mouth driving me crazy I squirm in his arm from need but he won't give me what I want saying I'm too young.