Wednesday Kisses Novels & Stories

I walked like I’d been fucked for two days straight, because I had. My pussy was swollen, bruised in the best way, his cum still leaking into my panties with every step. He kissed me slow at the dorm curb, fingers sliding under my skirt one last time. “Wednesday night,” he said against my lips. “See you then, I love you.” I smiled, thighs already slick again. “I love you too.”

Nick’s kiss was a spark, his lips firm and warm against mine, igniting a heat that burned away the morning’s chaos—the cafeteria confrontation, Priya’s betrayal, the missing USB. His office door clicked shut behind us, the hum of the marketing floor muffled, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the faint creak of his desk as I leaned against it.

"Fourteen entries. This week." He stared at me. "This week," I said. "It hasn't been..." "The forehead kiss in the courtyard," I said. "The hair kiss in the study. The hand holding on the way to breakfast on Tuesday. The kiss on my head during the meeting with Calder's representative.."

He'd scooted up against the headboard, but was obviously unsure of what was going to happen. Kelly headed towards one side of him and pushed Heidi to the other. Quietly, the two of them slid into bed. Heidi undressed quickly and immediately moved to kiss Duncan. He wrapped one arm around the back of her head then, kissing her deeply. Kelly smiled as she saw their tongues dancing. Her pussy was soaked at that moment, she realized, much to her surprise. She leaned in suddenly and joined in the kissing, initiating a slightly awkward three-way kiss before each of the other two turned and kissed her in sequence. Duncan's kiss was forceful, powerful, and drivingly excited, almost as if he was in a

It lands on his thigh. Solid. Real. Too real. Theo goes still. “What now?” he mutters, low and dangerous. My throat tightens. My voice barely survives the climb out of it. “Three,” I whisper. His brow flickers. “Three?” he repeats. I nod once, even though my entire body feels like it’s splitting apart. “I need three kisses,” I say, faster now, like if I slow down I’ll die of embarrassment. “I can’t sleep otherwise. You know that. I need three. Please.”

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

Fuck, did I want to. Kissing Wesley was so different from kissing Lennox. Or any other guy I’d been with. With others, I kissed them because that was just what you did with the person you were seeing. With Wesley, it was like waking up when he kissed me. Like I could truly see for the first time. It was Wednesday, and morning class was just about to begin. I sat in front of the mirror as I waited for Anya to arrive and start barre when my phone vibrated in my bag. I grabbed it out quickly to see an incoming message from Wesley.

Said the chauffeur. “You can help me with that if you don’t mind”. I slipped on my glasses. The chauffeur turned on the stereo, and then came a gentle blast of ‘Hello’, by Adele, filling up the silence in the car, and, I loved that calm motherly voice with which Adele dealt some justice to the pretty instrumentals. I rested my head against the seat’s headrest, and shot a smile at a signpost which read; ‘welcome to Guts Island’, But then came a flash of my ex-husband’s face on the fourth night of the previous month, drunk and scary, yelling and lowering towards my panicked face, making me sit up and gasp for air.

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And Phil set me up with this guy. Before I could drown the information, Wesley sat close to me, his hands trailing up my arms. His nose trails along mine before his lips part, and his mouth finds mine. His kisses are tender, his hands slowly trailing down my body. Before I know it, my back is to the bed, and his belt is ripped from his jeans. My thighs parts as he sheaths himself and enters me. “I missed you.” He breathes between kisses. One thing I adore about Wesley is the way he kisses me. I’ve trained him to use his tongue the way I like. It’s slow and steady while our bodies are hurried and rushed, needing the connection as fast as we can get it.