I have found men who didn’t know how to kiss. I’ve always found time to teach them.

Oliver Cromwell banned kissing on Sundays—even for married couples—on pain of a prison sentence.

… it is not the taste considered in itself, that we hold to our lips, and you can no more understand the virtues of a wine through a blind tasting than you could understand the...

I’d like to point out that we’ve had zero problem reaching each other’s mouths.

No,” she breathes. The smell of her turns to spice, sharp and warm, and I know I’m sensing her now, even through the block in the house.We stand like that for an eternity, still as...

Sexually active? Sexually active? Patrick and I hadn’t even learned the fine points of kissing yet!I marched on down. ‘For your information,’ I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention,...

Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with...

You ask me why I don’t speakNot a word at willBut write so much worth well over a mill’Well I value words like I value kissesA sober one, a closer one penetrates the heartDarling it’s...

She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

In the hours waking,when we’re still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we’ll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories,...

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.

I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.

Then why was his tongue in your mouth? Was he conducting a clinical test of your gag reflex?” He smiled, but not nicely. “How is your gag reflex, Ms. Lane? Are you a hair trigger?”Barrons...

Kisses are a means to plant on another’s lips a smile glossed with happiness.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he showed me what love felt like. As he showed me that a kiss could change your entire world.

I remembered Ignifex’s smirk and his confident words: I can wait all I want and still have you. And I thought, Here is one thing he isn’t getting. Standing on my toes, I kissed Shade...

If we were teenagers, I could kiss you. But I’m on a platform behind a counter wearing a name tag and we’re too old to be young.

In the evenings, Sam performs exercises to prepare his body for love-making with Franz. He practices kissing (something he’d once hated) by smooching deer lips, antelope ears, frog anuses, and the great, whiskered muzzles of...

He kisses me until my mouth is sore from his stubble, and most likely cherry red. Then, when he sees its ripe colour, he kisses me more to make up for it. He kisses me...

The man’s tongue was like a heat-seeking missile and it blew Kory to pieces.

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of...

The greatest wonderful feeling is falling in love.

I was pretty sure we were both kind of terrified, but I was completely sure that we were both doing this. We kissed slowly, very deliberately, coming together and then pulling apart and looking at...

Oh hell no, I thought. I am not wasting my first kiss on some guy who’s skipping out on our first date.

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her dreams.One by one, they all...

You always hear people talk about how there are moments in your life when you just know that things will never be the same. I always thought that was all horseshit. But here, now, with...

The only way I could describe what kissing him felt like was, like the last day of school, knowing that months of freedom and sunshine lay before you, the feeling that you could do anything...

Her lips taste like mint from toothpaste or gum, or sometimes like cherries or grapes from her lip gloss. She’s soft when I hold her, with curves where my hands rest, and when I touch...

It was a sin. Kissing a guy who wasn’t betrothed to her was wrong in every way. Everyone knew that. It was haram. Forbidden. You would go to hell for that…

Nefret had always had an uncanny ability to read his thoughts. ‘Did she cry?’ she asked sweetly. ‘And then you kissed her? You shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure you meant well, but kissing someone...

I would have kissed her goodnight, but it was six in the morning.

His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. “I will have both of you,” he said. “My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we...

After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she...

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes.Finally Brett managed to pull...

All men think they’re great kissers. Just like you think you’re the only decent driver on the road.””Maybe, but I am. Amazing kisser. Dangerously amazing. Your panties would, like, disintegrate, I’m such an awesome kisser.

Yes, it would really mean something to be kissed by Jenno.

Mrs. Kaspar” sounded too like a phone solicitor, which would not do after having kissed the circumference of her son’s neck.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

He kisses like a poet. Like he’s writing poems on my lips.

Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.

For that short space of time, she forgot she was sad and a little afraid. She let herself forget that after tonight, she might never see him again and that if she did, whatever it...

In a blind taste-test, my kisses were rated as Helen Kelleresque. Women love how the only sense I keenly possess is nonsense.

Good art is like a sexy pair of lips—it has the potential to say so much, but prefers to have you do all the talking about it. Also, good art is fun to kiss and...

I’ve heard people say that they lose themselves in a kiss. But in that moment, it was the opposite for me. I felt like I found myself. Not how I wished I was, or who...

His tongue felt good, it tasted good, it was all just good. Not just good. It was better than good. I missed this. I loved kissing and, Lord, did I miss it.

What in God’s name did he want me to say? That I agreed with him completely at how our kiss had been successful? That it had meant as much as a kiss I’d drop on...

There’s no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give...

I loved the kiss. That’s why I smiled at you. I loved it. I was embarrassed by how much I loved it. (Troy Summer)