Tododeku Kissing Novels & Stories

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

Even if I couldn’t breathe, even if I felt like a stuffed doll with my legs far back and spread wide and I couldn’t even balance myself. Decker Kane looked like he was seconds away from combusting, and then he rasped out like he was about to die. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Then he leaned down and kissed me.

Kendra whispered, her hand moving to my waist. I didn't hold back. I leaned in, kissing Kendra deeply, my tongue clashing with hers while Clara’s hands roamed over my body. We were all tangled together now—limbs, breaths, and desires blending into one chaotic, perfect mess. I felt Clara’s lips against my neck, sending shivers down my spine, while Kendra’s body pressed against mine, hot and demanding.

He walked right in front of the sofa where Samil and I were sitting. “Hello, brother dearest,” he chuckled wickedly. “Get out,” Samil hissed giving him the most hateful kind of the glare I had ever seen. “Oh, don't worry…” he smirked, “I'm not here for you, I came to see my lovely friend here, Kassandra,” he suddenly crouched down, grabbed my hand that Samil was previously holding and kissed it. I froze.

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 keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

However, a deal was a deal and part of my deal was to pretend to date Tyler for his mother's sake. Trying my best not to show how nervous I am about the whole thing, I nodded my head. "Okay." He grinned at me. "Good." He suddenly looked over my shoulder and then back towards me. He brought his head close to mine, so that when he spoke his breath brushed lightly against my cheek. "I think we should kiss." He said in a hush tone. I looked at him in horror, not sure if I heard him correctly. "What?" "I said we should kiss." Tyler repeated, as if it was a normal thing.