Sugar-kissed Affection の小説・ストーリー

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:

I melted in the sweetness of this kiss and his scent. Is this a male stripper... My second chance?!

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”

I said. She approached me, and the room was filled with a sense of anticipation and affection. As she drew closer, our lips met in a passionate and tender kiss. It was a moment of warmth and love, a symbol of the deep connection we shared. The soft crackling of the fireplace provided a comforting soundtrack to our affectionate embrace. The snow fell gently outside, but in that moment, we were enveloped in the warmth of our love, celebrating not only Christmas but also the profound bond that united us.

Avery could feel every inch of him against her, the heat of his skin seeping into hers. The kiss was a symphony of sensations, each touch and caress a note in a beautiful, complex melody. Avery felt herself getting lost in the moment, her mind clouded with desire and affection. Cruz's kiss was all-consuming, a force of nature that left her breathless and wanting more.

"I want this—us." And just like that, the dam broke, and we surged forward, driven by the force of our desires. Our lips met, and I melted into his kiss as if I were a warm breeze turning to liquid. The taste of him stayed on my tongue, sweet and rich like the finest nectar. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a revelation, a connection that went beyond flesh and bone.

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

I don’t breathe air anymore; I breathe his air, and he breathes mine. We don’t break out of each other's lips; we are kissing everything and sucking each other’s breath and saliva. He is so fucking sweet, and his lips fucking taste so good that I want to eat them up. Oh God, he is the kind of sweetness that can give me diabetes. And I will probably die from diabetes with no regret. My body explodes with heat like a volcano eruption. He holds my waist with his hands, yanking me closer to his body so that there is no space between us but skin to skin.

It's as if time has slowed down, and we are suspended in a universe of our own making. But soon, the kiss deepens, and the intensity builds. His lips press harder, demanding a response, and I willingly surrender to his passion. Our mouths dance together in a rhythm that only we can understand. His tongue brushes against mine, igniting a fire that consumes us both. It's a heady blend of sweetness and urgency, a symphony of desire that threatens to consume us whole.

The kiss is slow and passionate filled with desire not wild. I truly am crazy about this man And I love it. ... ...