The Kiss Memoir Novels & Stories

I extend both hands over his strong chest and push him, though I stumble over my own feet and hear his protesting voice, I run to the women's toilet. I look in the mirror, my mouth is smeared to my chin with red lipstick, proof that that kiss really happened. I take the paper and rub it in my mouth, trying to get all that dirt off. What did I do? Shit, shit, shit! With so many men in this world, why did it have to be him!!! The sexiest fucking guy I've ever met in my life! Holy shit, I actually kissed my boss! I gave him my first kiss, what a drug! And the worst part is that I want to kiss him again. I never thought there could be such a good kiss.

Her uncle point at the tv screen and she muttered an ‘ooh’ “So let try it,” He said again. “No...no...what!”Her eyes widened. Though she was naive at the time, but she was smart to know kissing is only between couples. “Common it is fun,” He said and without waiting for her to talk, he slammed his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and passionate and surprisedly, Nana liked it. She reciprocated enjoying what was going on between her and her uncle. He stopped the kiss and stared at her.”Do you like it?”

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.

She must go but Klarisse pulled her hair even harder, she felt some strands broke off. "Yes you are, my slave. So here you'll stay!!" Klarisse dragged her to the kitchen and she pulled the coffee maker where the coffee was brewing. Klarisse poured all of the hot liquid to Kara's back and all she felt was a numbing scorching pain. She wailed in pain. It was not enough, Klarisse dragged her down to the dark basement and threw her down the dusty floor. "For you to learn your lesson!" and there Klarisse shuts the door, she could hear the locks clicking. And Kara was left in agony with her scorched back and her fear of darkness.

But he just closed his eyes while our foreheads were touching. "Why can't you notice me back then?" My forehead twitched at what he whispered. I just had a fever with a splint on my head. "Come on, I'll take a dam on you first--" my eyes widened when I felt his lips on my cheek. "I'm sorry for kissing you inside the bus, I was just taken. I'm just tired of waiting for you, just fuck it, I can't have you this close back then." She said sadly as she caressed my cheek.

He glanced at Gaby, winking at her before continuing, "Weeks, months, and years passed by. I never really got the answer. Her importance to my life only grew deeper and all the more I was convinced there was no one else that I would love, except for Gaby." "A month ago, however, I finally understood. I learned what was it in Gaby that made me want her so badly," Kyle revealed, once again silencing everyone in the venue. "I found some old pictures from the Taylor's residence that made me remember everything. Apparently, the night Gaby kissed me at this hotel was not my first kiss, but Gaby remains to be... my very first kiss." "Oh, yeah!" From the front tables, Kenzie exclaimed! "I know this

Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory. Marianne, caught between the conflicting emotions of love and acceptance, allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of the kiss. She could feel the warmth of his touch, the tenderness that contradicted the harsh reality of their circumstances. Her fingers traced the contours of his face, a silent acknowledgment of the shared pain they were experiencing. As the kiss deepened, time seemed to slow down. Each fleeting second was a precious stolen moment, a farewell woven with unspoken promises. The room around them faded away, leaving only the echo of their heartbeats in the q

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a collision of unspoken desires and pent-up feelings that had simmered beneath the facade we had both worn. As our lips met, time seemed to unravel, and the world melted away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his presence. His kiss was fervent, a declaration of sentiments that words had failed to capture. The warmth of his breath, the tenderness of his touch, all merged into a tapestry of sensations that enveloped me completely.

“Adelaide, I’ve only ever professed my love to two women. I’m not a man who can walk away. I have you here and I can’t wait any longer. Tell me no or I’m going to kiss you.” My memory went back to a seedy motel outside of Savannah and I smiled. "Kiss me?" "Yes,” he said with a grin. “I've spent the last months—no, amore mio, the last years—remembering your taste and the feel of your lips against mine. You're so close. I'm losing control. I need to know if my memory is close to reality. Say no." I lifted my lips near his. "Never have I wanted to say yes more."

She woke up feeling mesmerized, a sensation that was far from ordinary. It wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory she couldn’t forget. The strange kiss he had given her before she left her dream was vivid, haunting, and genuine. She could still see his face clearly in her mind, questioning her, as he moved closer. She felt his hand gently touch her face. Her breath caught when she saw his face inching toward her, and then, as if pulled by some magnetic force, his lips brushed the tip of her nose. A second later, his lips descended on hers, soft and intense, like a lion devouring its prey.