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Do you feel Breathless when you kiss?

Sakhii said:
There you gooo......I told you already above that how I enjoyed kissing my man ✨️....I like breathless when kissing rather then breathtaking....you can teach the girl you wanted kiss with all your knowledge on kissing....:Laugh1:​
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I'm glad you're enjoying !
 
I don share my knowledge with everyone but thanks for the suggestion, I guess its time I offer kisses to who ever likes to kiss me ig. ..
 
Sakhii said:
What if dream comes true.....and you experience it :heart1: let me know you felt...girls talk :giggle:​
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He parked the car, but neither of us reached for the door. The quiet between us felt heavy in the best way — like something warm and magnetic was gathering in the small space. When I turned toward him, he was already watching me, eyes soft but intent, as though he was memorizing every detail before he even touched me.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and his fingertips lingered just a second too long — enough to send a slow shiver down my neck. He didn’t move closer right away; he let the anticipation do its work. I could feel the tension building, settling low in my stomach, making every breath deeper than the last.

When he finally leaned in, it wasn’t a question — it was an invitation I’d already accepted. His lips touched mine softly at first, slow and searching, like he wanted to taste my reaction before taking more. The kiss deepened gradually, almost possessive in the gentlest way. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the heat steadily building between us.

I could feel him exhale against my mouth, the sound low, like he was trying not to lose control too quickly. My breath tangled with his — uneven, warm, hungry in a way neither of us would say aloud. His other hand slid to the side of my waist, not pulling, just resting there with enough pressure to let me feel exactly how much he wanted me to stay.

When he pulled back, he didn’t move far — our lips barely separated, his breath still brushing mine like he wasn’t ready to give it up. His forehead touched mine, and for a moment it felt like the world narrowed to that single shared breath.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, but it sounded like the farthest thing from goodbye.

I stepped out of the car with my heartbeat still echoing where his mouth had been, knowing sleep didn’t stand a chance.

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Ashnaa said:
He parked the car, but neither of us reached for the door. The quiet between us felt heavy in the best way — like something warm and magnetic was gathering in the small space. When I turned toward him, he was already watching me, eyes soft but intent, as though he was memorizing every detail before he even touched me.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and his fingertips lingered just a second too long — enough to send a slow shiver down my neck. He didn’t move closer right away; he let the anticipation do its work. I could feel the tension building, settling low in my stomach, making every breath deeper than the last.

When he finally leaned in, it wasn’t a question — it was an invitation I’d already accepted. His lips touched mine softly at first, slow and searching, like he wanted to taste my reaction before taking more. The kiss deepened gradually, almost possessive in the gentlest way. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the heat steadily building between us.

I could feel him exhale against my mouth, the sound low, like he was trying not to lose control too quickly. My breath tangled with his — uneven, warm, hungry in a way neither of us would say aloud. His other hand slid to the side of my waist, not pulling, just resting there with enough pressure to let me feel exactly how much he wanted me to stay.

When he pulled back, he didn’t move far — our lips barely separated, his breath still brushing mine like he wasn’t ready to give it up. His forehead touched mine, and for a moment it felt like the world narrowed to that single shared breath.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, but it sounded like the farthest thing from goodbye.

I stepped out of the car with my heartbeat still echoing where his mouth had been, knowing sleep didn’t stand a chance.

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Omg....dont tell me now this is a dream babe ✨️...you know what this is soooo beautiful to read and knowing how you felt and enjoyed the moment❤️....what's the point when you are not breathless in this moment ✨️​
 
Ashnaa said:
He parked the car, but neither of us reached for the door. The quiet between us felt heavy in the best way — like something warm and magnetic was gathering in the small space. When I turned toward him, he was already watching me, eyes soft but intent, as though he was memorizing every detail before he even touched me.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and his fingertips lingered just a second too long — enough to send a slow shiver down my neck. He didn’t move closer right away; he let the anticipation do its work. I could feel the tension building, settling low in my stomach, making every breath deeper than the last.

When he finally leaned in, it wasn’t a question — it was an invitation I’d already accepted. His lips touched mine softly at first, slow and searching, like he wanted to taste my reaction before taking more. The kiss deepened gradually, almost possessive in the gentlest way. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the heat steadily building between us.

I could feel him exhale against my mouth, the sound low, like he was trying not to lose control too quickly. My breath tangled with his — uneven, warm, hungry in a way neither of us would say aloud. His other hand slid to the side of my waist, not pulling, just resting there with enough pressure to let me feel exactly how much he wanted me to stay.

When he pulled back, he didn’t move far — our lips barely separated, his breath still brushing mine like he wasn’t ready to give it up. His forehead touched mine, and for a moment it felt like the world narrowed to that single shared breath.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, but it sounded like the farthest thing from goodbye.

I stepped out of the car with my heartbeat still echoing where his mouth had been, knowing sleep didn’t stand a chance.

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Uhmmmm, Ur writing ❤️ flavoured like
Cardamon soft & black pepper hot :D​
 
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