and our lips meet with feels– like not slow motion– but every moment in my life and the lack of time altogether.

It was pleasant – and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against...

And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from...

Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over,tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

I’m not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

And even as I’m kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can’t get enough, never will be able to get enough.

Don’t kiss me like a woman if you’re going to treat me like a child.

The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

Kissing looked…nice.”We could try that, next time I visit your dreams.” Torin suddenly said, and my SpaghettiO’s sloshed over the side of the bowl.”What?”Torin nodded toward the television. “Kissing. You’ve never done it, I’m quite...

Don’t you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?””Kiss a cow farm boy

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.

Je me souviens de mon effroi devant un premier baiser. Et si l’autre me mangeait la langue? C’est d’abord mon meilleur morceau de viande que je lui confie aveuglément.

The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.

Kissing heris warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.

I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He...

Logan was her entire world and she was his. She could taste the raw honey and bits of bees still on his tongue. She enjoyed the sweet flavor and kept her promise of kissing him...

Kissing was an extension of that, a celebration. A little party between us, amplifying our naive joy, our faith that the world was delighted to give us just what we wanted.

it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.

At least wait until you’re alone before you kiss her, if you please! Remember, her family is watching you, and we haven’t had our dinner yet!

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?

People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before…and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

I can’t tell you how much I love kissing ass. Especially wealthy, cellulose-stippled ass. But I’ll smile as big as a personified yellow circle and assure the hiring manager that I was born to serve....

Two spacemen touching in anti-gravity is like a kiss. But then, there is nothing like a kiss. A kiss is a rare bird. The first sip of champagne. The fleeting glimpse of a shooting star....

Stop to kiss, the kissing gatedemands, and so do we, its fines.

Yes, I will.

Our lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers...

Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.

These kisses… they were confessions. Tastes of everything she had stored inside her. Everything she could give a man if he was brave enough to accept. Kiss by kiss, she was baring herself to the...

I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn’t know that this kiss stood for my whole life –...

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future...

We end up kissing her for an hour, and her lips are so soft they are almost like a joke.

Tell me to leave,” he said roughly.”No,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his jawline.”Then I’m staying,” and his lips consumed mine.

I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it’s my only thought, and it torments me night and day.

Most people are lucky enough to have a few electrifying kissing experiences in their lifetimes, which make you believe in God, the reality of soul mates, or at least the power of sexual chemistry [Cram,Cusi,...

Frickin’ hit me with the speeding car, now. Take away my intense craving to force myself against him and taste his lips.

I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.

If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.

Kissing girls is easy, like breaking windows.

Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these...

His hand cups the back of my neck, and before I can think, he dips down and our mouths meet. For a split second I worry that he thinks he’s kissing Courtney. But that instant...

My first kiss as a single woman. It sent a tingle sprinting down my spine like a tingle panther.