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.

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.

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

God I loved him. I spoke softly, but I had to know, "Why didn't you kiss me?" He understood I meant the weekends I spent at his home. He shrugged. "I've rarely kissed subs, but with you it's different. My kiss with Wade that day was part of your punishment. When I kiss you, I drink your everything. You let me inside and it's more than when I pierce your body with mine. I didn't know how desperately I needed that from you." What could I say? His vulnerability was heart stopping. "Kiss me again, please?"

He reaches out, framing her face with his warm palms, and pulls her into a deep, commanding kiss. His lips claim hers with a desperate hunger, overpowering her doubts and consuming her senses. He shifts his weight, pressing her back against the sofa cushions as he hovers over her. The heat radiating off his body sends electric shivers straight down her spine. He kisses her like a man drowning, his fingers tangling tightly in her hair as his weight settles over her. Maribel wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing this physical confirmation that she isn't alone in this cold, corporate world.