The Kissing Booth Novels & Stories

Whether it be running a booth, being a judge for something, hell she even volunteered us before. "As long as she doesn't sign me up for the kissing booth again." Jackson shuttered at the memory. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad." "You didn't have to kiss Mrs. Wittmer. She used tongue Aubrey. TONGUE." "She's like 80 years old, why would she use tongue?"

This is for repaying you for missing the concert "I whispered as I pulled him close to me and placed my lips on his Can't believe I am the one now kissing a gay I closed my eyes and CJ took over by forcing his tongue on mine as we both kissed

Later on, she would do a lot of editing of her raw footage to put together a decent MILF video, but for now, she just wanted to capture everything. Standing in front of the couch, Bobby took Cassandra in his arms and they began kissing passionately as their bodies moved against one another. Bobby's hands moved down Cassandra's back until they gripped her ass and he pulled tight. She moaned into his mouth feeling his erection rubbing against her pussy-mound.

I didn’t have the time to argue because I wanted to get away from Caine. He led me past the crowd, to a point where I could see the letters hanging on the stage. “A kissing booth?” I mouthed. The kid nodded, pulling me by the hand till we got backstage. “What’s a kissing booth?” “You’ll find out,” the lady standing at the step said. She presented a bowl where I picked a number from.

, Shana asked, smiling shyly. "Oh! You can kiss me anytime you want!" Dennis grinned widely as his mouth curved into an irresistible grin. Shana leaned forward and pressed her lips to Dennis's. Both their tongues touched each other and they started kissing passionately. Dennis let out a soft moan which made Shana feel aroused. She cupped Dennis's cheek and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Dennis's hands wandered to Shana's hair as they started caressing it. Shana moaned deeply which caused Dennis to moan louder. He deepened the kiss which led to a loud moaning noise. Shana's moan filled the room causing Dennis to stop abruptly. Both of them were panting heavily. Dennis stared at Shana w

Instead of looking at Abraham, she kept her eyes strictly on the audience. The audience began chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!" leaving her with no way out. Abraham pulled her waist in tightly, dragging her close to him as their gazes locked. "Just a smack," Cassy muttered. He responded with a mischievous grin before pulling her into a scorching, torrid kiss that lasted for nearly twenty seconds. A loud wave of cheers erupted as we kissed in front of everyone. I was mortified, but I had no choice other than to play along with Abraham's claim that we were a couple.

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?” I inhale a deep breath and step back. “See you later.”

His tongue delved inside, dancing and playing sloppy against hers. His breathing quickened as did hers, and they could hear all those sloppy sounds they made. “Tsssk, tssk, tsssk~” By the time his hand travelled from her hips down to her legs, he pulled back and began to nuzzle her neck with delicate licking. Where will this kiss lead to? Adam and Maxine pulled away. They sat straight while catching their heavy breaths. ‘What was that?’ they gasped inside their minds. They were reminded that kissing like this isn’t appropriate for the setting. The party wasn’t finish and Maxine was still playing the role of being Brett’s girlfriend.

The goosebumps on my arm and absolute shocked expression were enough evidence to prove that I was not hallucinating. I lifted my fingers and brushed them lightly across my lips. The essence of his lingering kiss was still there. I could still taste his clean minty breath on my lips. This was real. His kiss was real. Ethan Maxwell was real. Oh my God! I just kissed the hottest boy I ever met in my entire existence. My perception of him being an arrogant jerk, felt so petty. He drove me to my home. Made sure I feel safe. Even gave me his coat to protect me from the cold.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.