Why Does Kissing Feel Good Novels & Stories

He held my hand and I whispered my answer to his question. "Kissing the person you love is a good feeling. It's like you're floating in the air and suddenly falling.. That is. I feel good when we kiss. I admit it's very thrilling." My hair stood up at what I said and he suddenly put his arms around me and pulled him closer. I felt that he was still junior. Shit! My mouth hardened. Sorry! Hahaha!! I just shook my head. It's a good thing our friends didn't notice us because they were down on the floor and we were in bed. sitting He is free to do what he wants.

Why does it feel so good when it's supposed to be bad? She touched her chest to keep herself still but it wasn't working. She felt like a machine that was programmed to hyper speed. She wanted to be mad. She wanted to cuss at her boss but she couldn't. In as much as she doesn't want to admit it, the feeling she got from the kiss felt good and for some reason, her legs are shaking and there's this tingling sensation that is rippling through her abdomen. This is a sin! A very big sin.

With my lips hovering above his, I say, “Let’s run away.” “To where?” “Anywhere.” Where I don’t have to share his sexy lips with anyone else. “I can be your girlfriend.” He reaches up and strokes my face. His fingertips are so cool and velvety soft. “I’d like that.” “Great!” I seal our deal with a kiss. Has kissing always been this good? Every touch of our lips and every brush of our tongues feels like a shock to my nervous system. Not the kind of shock that would knock me out, but the kind of shock that would infuse me with a new invigorating energy that flows through my veins and shoots through my fingers and toes and…

“Ahhhh! It feels so fucking good!” I moaned into his mouth and I felt him smile, eating up my words. “Your lips are so soft and good.” He voiced into my mouth as he continued kissing me, making me feel more alive. He trailed the kiss down to my nipples, biting on it and using his tongue to wag on them and his saliva to create an emulsive feel. “Ohhh, ahhh!” I screamed out loud, holding the back of his head with my hands and drawing him closer towards me.

The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront. As the kiss continued, it was as if the world around us ceased to exist. The only reality was the feeling of Damon’s lips on mine, the gentle caress of his hand on my cheek, and the warmth that spread through my body. It was a kiss that spoke of shared dreams, unspoken promises, and a bond that was strengthening with each passing second.

“What's so special about placing your lips into another person's mouth?” She laughed again, and I felt strange, did I just say something funny? “You must have had it with one of those African girls too, it's a shame you can't remember.” “Ok then, how does it feel?” I ask. She pauses and look straight at me. “There's this sensation you have when you kiss. Goosebumps, hormonal drive, relaxation of your muscles and the more you engage in it, the more your love bond strengthen” I tried to look away from her exciting face. I wondered if there's someone out there missing me also.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

The energy between us pulls tighter, stronger, until it feels unbearable. I bite his bottom lip and he gasps again. The taste of him is better than his scent, sweet and warm and addictive. I want more. I want everything. "Ivan," he breathes against my mouth. "Don't talk," I whisper back, kissing him again before he can say anything else. His body pressed against mine feels perfect in a way that makes me angry. Why does this feel so right when everything about it is wrong? Why does kissing him make the pain in my chest go away?

He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss. Then she hears it again, the scream, well now it sounds more like an angry shriek. She turns around to find a very angry lady walking towards them. She’s confused, wondering why this lady is walking up to her with murderous intent, why this guy just kissed her, why everyone seems to be interested in what's happening in their little corner. She looks to her right, where the guy was standing beside her and she’s shocked to see a very satisfied look on his face as he watches the lady walk towards them. Did he do this on purpose? She thought to herself.