Wedding Dip Kiss Novels & Stories

“By the power vested in me, I hereby declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Lazarus wasted no time, his scorching hands capturing my face as his lips descended upon mine. The kiss was magnetic, fervent, it had fire licking my veins in elation. The applause boomed in our ears, but he consumed by existence that all I could focus on was the way his tongue intertwined with mine in a passionate dance.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” “You may kiss the bride,” she announced, and the guests erupted in a wave of applause. Calix leaned in, his gaze tender, and kissed her gently at first, a soft touch that was a world of promises. Then, as the applause grew, the kiss deepened into a passionate moment that spoke of all they had overcome and all they had to look forward to. Delilah kissed him back with equal passion, her hands coming up to cup his face, her fingers tangled in his hair. They broke apart, breathless, their foreheads touching, a silent promise passing between them.

It was set into his front camera and… “Don’t you know that you still have a kiss smudge?! You gave me a torrid kiss. HELLOOOO!!! Do you really want people to think that we kissed together on our way to the reception?! Stop hurting your fiancé.” LIKE… WHAT THE FUCK?! I immediately get a tissue and get rid of the kiss smudge. “I got an incredible matte lipstick right? Yeah! That’s what you get from kissing me in that intense way. Don’t you know that it was my FIRST KISS?! IT WAS MY FIRST KISS JOEFF!”

Felix and I leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss. As our lips touched, the congregation erupted into applause and cheers. Our family and friends stood up, their faces beaming with joy and love, their support palpable in the air. It was a moment of pure happiness, a celebration of the love that had brought us all together on this special day.

Steph announced with a radiant smile, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Cole leaned in, and as our lips met, the world seemed to fade away. The kiss was tender, sweet, and small, yet filled with profound love. As we hugged each other immediately after, I felt a sense of unity and joy wash over me. Cheers erupted from our guests, a small but enthusiastic gathering of our closest family and friends. Arabella clapped her hands, her face lighting up with uncontained happiness.

My first real kiss. I mean deep kiss…..

As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips. The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

"This—I mean, this is over the top Zander, we go through all this for a show. This isn't a real honeymoon; there is no need to—" "Is it?" Zander said as he drew Elvie closer and pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss that felt unlike any other kiss he had ever experienced. It wasn’t because of the witnesses gathered from not so far away, taking pictures, or the solemnity of the show, like it was a movie set. It was a kiss that had a sacred element to it. A promise had been made, and this kiss sealed it. Her lips clung to his, her hands resting against his chest, her right one over the thud of his heart.

The room itself seemed to hold its breath, their connection palpable, a blend of passion and questions. "Am I making you feel what I want you to feel?" he inquired. D'Andre's mischievous smile held a world of meaning, a silent invitation to a realm of unspoken emotions. They returned to their embrace, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss, like two souls rediscovering each other.