One Shots

The second time her lips met mine, it sunk in, that he was the one kissing me. My best friend kissed me and I kissed back passionately. Even though my heart took up a faster pace with that realization I can't say that it was a Hollywood kiss. There were no trumpets, no fireworks.

All I could remember was the softness of her lips, the caress of her on my upper lip with her tongue darting out ever so gently now and then. She kissed me the third and fourth time and though I learned how to move my lips in perfect synch with her, there was no bang, there was no boom.

There were kisses everywhere. There were ones where she buried her face into my chest, there were stole ones behind the stairs. But they were mixed passionate ones where we both would lie in a tangle of limbs, neither of us knowing where the other began and ended, the only sound in the room was heartbeats and deep breathing. There were kisses on the cheeks, there were kissed on the forehead, kisses on the hands and kisses on the stomach. But none of these came with the feeling the author describes in books.

What you just read is a part of one of my one shots, you find the rest under the chapter 3:47 a.m thoughts

Random stories, mostly weird shit and whatever that comes to my mind ;)
Going to move all my smutty one shots to another book so you don't have to find it here :)