Wall Kisses Novels & Stories

It kept me guessing, forever keeping things interesting, and never grew tiresome. The one distinguishable consistency was how they kissed me. Lucas was the first to dominate me with a searing ardent kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and then sliding it against mine as I reciprocated. Mason’s kiss was softer and filled with tenderness. Grayson's kiss was suggestive, his oral skills mirroring the way he loved to flick against my clit. Alex's kiss was possessive, controlling, and full of an intensity that always left me panting for more.

He sank into my neck. Pressing my thighs together, I allowed myself to thaw a little in his warmth. “About those revenge kisses. You can get them from me anytime you want. Twenty-four are still left,” he whispered in my ears, sending goosebumps all over my body. He slid his palm over my palm that was pressed against the door. “Is it ok for friends to kiss?” I asked. “It’s completely fine for a husband and wife who are friends to revenge kiss.” “Are you flirting with me right now?” I asked, peering at the door in front of me.

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

Theirs was a unique dynamic, a delicate dance of affection and tension that defied conventional labels. As we approached, Katrina excused herself from the group and sauntered over to us, her confident stride eating up the distance. Ramses welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her in a gentle, tender embrace. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, the ruby red of Katrina's lips a vibrant contrast to Ramses' pale skin.

He doesn’t say a word so I take that as a yes; I stand up and sit on the edge of the desk so that I am facing him. “Can I have your first kiss?” I ask, blinking up at him. For a moment, I am scared he’s going to reject me since Kaela’s is in the picture, but then his hands grip my waist in place the same moment his lips meet mine. Ivan Vexmore is a really damn good kisser, my fingers tangles in his hair as he deepens the kiss, I moan out loud straddling into his laps, Ivan inhales sharply, his hand sliding under the hem of my hoodie, his touch barely grazes my bare skin but it’s enough to make me moan out loud.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

He let me face him and gave me kiss which made me startled. Is this for real?! Grae is kissing me?! /W.W/

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.

Waiting for an answer. Or a kiss.