The Day I Kissed An Older Man Novels & Stories

I moved closer to him and tilted my face to the other side so I could suck the other corner of his mouth. Although his scruff rubbed against my skin and set it aflame, the kiss was an intoxicating spell. And with each lick, the memories I had in the captivity of the old man I was sold to began to fade away. Only the memories of this kiss remained, becoming stronger and stronger, overlapping any other happy memory I had in my life so far.

Dianthe said, exclaiming while her face grew like red cherries. “Yes, I saw that. So what does that mean?” The old man looked at his nurse, who currently felt so ashamed. “Oh, It was nothing, Sir Raffy; I don’t know how it happened but I just found myself enclosed in his arms and then he was kissing me.” Dianthe vividly remembered the scene that kept on playing back in her memories since then. “Was my son not a good kisser?” Grinning, Don Raffy asked her again.

I kissed her lips softly, which she didn’t return, then walked back out the door. Now today was the best fucking day I had in a long time. I got Tommy's killer in my cells and then I got Viv's pussy in my mouth.

It was only that night, when I accidentally overheard his conversation with his friends, that I was abruptly awakened to reality. I finally realized that, to Gilbert, this wedding was nothing more than a performance he was putting on for my sake. At that moment, he suddenly leaned in close, just like he always did, to kiss my forehead. However, as he approached, I caught a whiff of a familiar freesia scent. That was Cheryl Manning's usual perfume. The image of Gilbert kissing Cheryl under the night sky earlier flashed through my mind. Instinctively, I turned away from the kiss. Gilbert froze for a second and asked, "What's wrong?"

I meant every word. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her chest. She pulled back and slapped me, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I’m scared I might fall in love with you. "You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. But why? Why would I fall for my son’s friend?" Hearing this, I felt my resolve strengthen. I held her tightly. "Is it because of the age difference?" Seeing Claire nod, I pressed, "Does that really matter? If we care about each other, why should age get in the way?"

At a pet store near our complex, she dove into picking her new friend, while my allergies kept me outside. My eyes wandered to a clinic next door, where a scarred, limping man dispensed medicine. Something about him felt familiar. When he caught my gaze, he covered his face and bolted. Puzzled, I turned to the pet store clerk, who explained, "He is a mute. Opened that clinic last year. He used to be a doctor, getting canned for some screw-up. He is good at his job, but his voice is shot. Oh, and he married a woman fresh out of prison. Her face is all messed up. They fight like cats and dogs, yelling and even pulling knives sometimes. He calls her a filthy curse and blames her for ruining his

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

I thought he just said it for the old guy. “I love you too.” I say looking into his eyes. Jace kisses me passionately and I lose myself in the kiss. This is the first time we have ever said I love you in a romantic way and I don’t think anything would have made it more perfect. He makes me so happy. “Uhh hmm.” The elderly man clears his throat, and we break apart. I feel my face heating, I’m glad it’s dark enough that you can’t see my face very well. “This is your stop love birds.”

I continued, my voice dropping, roughened by something I no longer tried to suppress, “if it meant you got to walk through the ashes… as yourself.” Her breath caught, just barely. The space between us disappeared. I didn’t wait for permission. I didn’t wait for logic to intervene. I kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was a collision—hard, desperate, inevitable. Three years of restraint collapsing into a single moment that tasted like scotch, rain, and the kind of ending that felt like a beginning. Her hand gripped my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away, and that was all the confirmation I needed.

I teased him while putting my shirt After I got dressed, I walked towards him and kissed his forehead “ Good Morning, babe” I whispered while biting his ears He covered his mouth and pushed me gently “ Move, My mouth stinks I need to brush my teeth” He said “ It’s fine with me” I answered and acted like a kid asking for a kiss He glared at me and kiss my lips “ I’ll wait outside,” I said and walked out of the room Between a million yesterdays and a million tomorrows, there’s only one today. One today to fix every mistake I made.