The Day I Kissed An Older Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she faced the door of a room, she placed her card, which caused the door to open and her entry inside. "Baby!" a man in a sleeveless white color called to her. His body is full of tattoos all over his body. The man is thirty years old who greeted a sixty-year-old woman with a tight hug. The age gap between the two of them is 30 years, which is not obvious. Because the old woman's baby face is flawless. So she still looks like a young age. The man didn't just step on the old woman he called 'Baby' He even kissed her passionately until their tongues sword to their exchange of kisses.

I yelled as I slapped their hands which held me tightly. I could hear the laughter of Melissa and Melinda, and I gnashed my teeth. Why didn't they give one of their daughters to the old man instead? Why me?!? I watched the old man stand up as he walked over to where I was held, his face moving closer to mine. He was about to kiss my lips when I turned away from him, Shameless! He kissed my ear instead and chuckled, then he whispered to me, “You're more beautiful without the red wig. Why do you have to wear it every night?”

I climbed into my bed and reached for my phone on the nightstand. I missed a message from my dad two hours ago. Don't keep your old man waiting. I sighed out loud at the message. I put my phone back and stared at the ceiling. The kiss was different. Good different. I felt something I have never felt before. It scares me so much. What the hell was I getting into? The way she ran out like that - could this be her first kiss? But... she's pretty much experienced. Right? __^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^

I said as I introduced her. A polite smile appeared on her face. "Hello, sir." I then turned toward her and added, "And this is Marcelo Diogo." The old man immediately stretched out his hand, which she accepted without hesitation. To my annoyance, he bent slightly and pressed a kiss against the back of it. "It is a pleasure meeting such a stunning lady," he said, his voice carrying the same charm he seemed to use on every woman he met. For reasons I couldn't explain, the sight irritated me far more than it should have.

And boy, have I been lacking. It doesn’t take long before I’m kissing his back, my tongue seeking entrance into his mouth and fighting with his. We’re moving and soon enough, he has me pressed once again to one of the book shelves lining his office. Cardenas is gripping my nape like he’ll die if I break the kiss for a breath. I don’t plan to, despite the nagging reminder that this man is an older man in place of authority over me. Two decades older. “No, no.” The reminder pulls me back like I’ve been shocked. I just kissed the president of my school, basically shooting both our positions to hell.

The subtle way his hand turned to catch my waist, his restraint crumbling as though my touch had unlocked something he’d buried for too long. And in that moment, I knew he couldn’t resist me any longer. So I had to take advantage of it. Of him. Before he could realize, our lips already collided. I kissed him. Damn His lips were so soft. Too soft for his age. Old men always have something you'd never find in guys my age, or slightly older. He didn't push me away. Couldn't. Just let my lips do their thing, my tongue reaching for his. And when I roughened the kiss, he started kissing back. I knew I'd gotten to his head now.

I swear to God my dream had just fucking well came true right there and then. What did that kiss mean? A tall, dark, handsome man, wearing nothing but a white towel with abs for days and biceps that would make a rock weep. Jesus. I banged my head against my hands falling into my bed. I can't seem to forget what I just witnessed. It's pratically burned and embedded in my memory and the way he kissed me on my forehead was like real hot. I'm so single that my vagina had pretty much gathered cobwebs from not being busted by Mr D.

“You have no idea what you do to me..” My heart was racing and anticipating the kiss. If he delayed a second more, I was going to reach his lips. His lips brushed mine and took my breath away. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. The moment felt so perfect that I didn’t think of anything else. “Son?” We broke from our embrace. I flushed, embarrassed. But not for long. Old man Kane lay on the bed, awake, and looking alright. Alex moved close and took his father’s hand. “Do you feel better now, father?”

Five years ago, I catch my husband, Henry Lancaster, cheating on me. He's a college professor, and the other woman is his teaching assistant, Vera Ashmore. Henry begs me not to go public, saying it'll ruin her reputation. I agree, but only if she drops out of school, leaves the city, never comes back, and signs a binding agreement. Everyone around me calls me vain, saying I care more about money than feelings. And yet Henry is willing to turn on his entire family just to protect her name. Five years later, I travel to that same city on a business trip to attend a lecture and end up finding a little boy wandering by himself. I take him to the police station so he can get in touch with his

The person was practically breathing down my neck. “Excuse me?” I snapped at the older man. He looked to be in his fifties. What was with older men pestering me these days? He came even closer and rubbed my back. “What’s a pretty young girl like you doing all by herself?” I had an idea, it was a crazy idea but I went along with it anyway. “I’m here with my boyfriend.” He looked around casually. “Well, I don’t see him so let me keep you company instead.” He grinned and revealed a gold tooth.