Sandpaper Kisses Papercut Bliss Novels & Stories

His eyes were full of quiet indulgence. I must have made a sound because Roxanne turned around, her eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. She called out, "Want to join us, Willow? Chris just took a ton of pictures of me, and they're lovely!" Since we were a little apart, I raised my voice to answer, "No, thanks." But she wasn't letting it go. She headed straight toward me, sparkler in hand. A sense of unease curled in my stomach. And then, just as I feared, she stumbled, and the burning tip of the sparkler lurched toward my face. I quickly dodged, but it still singed my right ear.

With the first cut I make has a mewl escapes her lips. Glancing up at her, she gives me an encouraging smile. “Do it, Jaden. I’m all yours. Always.” I swallow carefully, spilling the least amount of blood as possible. I carve an S and a J into her skin. Her breathing turns ragged, but she holds still, and as I toss the blade away, my tongue licks her wound and seals it with my healing saliva. I can’t shake the thought that it’s not enough.

“Can I open it now?” “Of course.” She rips off the paper as her friends crowd around, and they all squeal. It’s a nail stamper kit with kid-safe polish, over a hundred icons, and five design pods. “I thought you could all give yourself mani-pedis at your sleepover tonight,” I tell them. “I love it! Thank you so much!” She comes up and hugs me again and then runs off with her friends to investigate the different icons. Huxley gives me a wry look.

It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion. She wiped off the smear of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth and reapplied it on her lips seductively. Dang it! If I don't walk away from this hot beauty, I swear I will spill. I blew a kiss at her and disappeared into the hallway to get the candles. Sandra's Pov

"You're right, Sandra. It's like he unravels layers of my soul with every touch, every stolen glance. When he brushes his fingers against my skin, it's electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through my veins. I can't help but long for more." Sandra leaned back in her chair, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Ah, the dance of desire, my dear Eve. It's a delicate balance, a symphony of heartbeats. But remember, passion is an art, and it's essential to savor each brushstroke of pleasure. Allow yourself to indulge in the intoxicating sweetness of the moment."

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:

then bite her lower lip, I ignore her questions because my eyes glue on her lips which are being a victim of her sweet I slowly realize her lip with my right thumb and start rubbing my thumb on her juicy pink lips, which is inviting me so badly, god she is so tempting that I can't control myself anymore more, So I lean in to kiss her. *****

Who's this handsome hunk? 👥️️ He looks charming and amazing 👥️️ His slow strides and composure makes me want him more 👥️️ He could pass for a model I just smiled as I sat down. I removed my sunglasses and people kept gasping 👥️️ Marry me, Carter 👥️️ He doesn't seem to age at all 👥️️ His wife would be so lucky They started clicking my pictures and I made sure to pose for them so they'd take it well. The waiter who came to attend to me couldn't stop blushing and smiling

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

His dark beard brushed against my knuckles, sending a flurry of sparks across my skin. ​He pressed his lips directly against the tiny paper cut on my hand. ​I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. It wasn't a kiss; it was a brand. His lips were impossibly hot, pressing firmly against the broken skin. A strange, soothing warmth immediately flooded my hand, erasing the tiny, stinging pain. ​When he finally pulled away, his eyes had returned to their deep, earthy brown. I looked down at my hand, blinking in utter confusion.