What was your first kiss like?

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Ohhh I'm not telling at which age because it was a little bit late.

Where: A big club with loud music I couldn't barely hear what other people were saying including her...

Who: A strange girl that I had just met and talked about 5 minutes. First kiss was a tongue kiss!

Why: Because we just wanted to have fun, and it is easier for me with strangers as it does not involve intimacy if that makes sense...

i was 14... don't care to go into great details because by the next day she was gone ^O^ I must've been god-awful at it. Regardless, I didn't really care for it too much.

when i was 15 at a drunken party. it was great fun and i realy didnt see it coming.

I had my first kiss with my girlfriend and her name is roxanne and that was like when we was 10 at such a young age it was so beautiful I always remember it, we sorta drifted apart, years later, we went back together, my proper girlfriend I have ever had in my entire life

Now we both live our life seperately that it is hard to spread the love, but then also she dumped me for another guy who ended up dumping her and treated very badly... Since then, I haven't been very happy, more or less depressed.

a god-awful horse-riding camp... i was 11, she was older... by a fraction. goodness knows what i did to encourage it or how it happened, lol. a sweet memory nonetheless

hehe

never been kissed.....far to awkward to get a boyfriend....

What makes so sure about that? I actually think your pretty
You just need abit of confidence boost and you be with a boy in no time..

I was 16 when I first kissed.

I was 16 when I first kissed, and it tasted like cherry

I personally love ackward women. Typical NT women either bore or annoy me. Hell, my last girlfriend was probably BPD.

I'm pretty sure I'm not the only guy who feels like that. Try to find yourself a guy who can appreciate a bit of excentric behavior with his girlfriend.

My first kiss was when I was in first grade, and it was just part of a dare.

My first kiss was in infants school and me and the boy used to call eachother boyfriend and girlfriend like we were serious :3
My first "proper" kiss was when I was about 10, I scared the boy away not long after though because I kept chasing him and asking to kiss him 1000's of times.
I never kissed anyone again until I was 15, and that started off ok and ended up crap, I only agreed to kiss him because he kept begging me. Ew he was so slobbery.

thanks. ...i dont know.....i wouldnt be very good at a relationship.


really? that's heartening. i like awkward guys actually. ones who try to be as nice as they can, and still come off awkward and nervous..it's cute.

@spazzergasm
you don't know until you've tried its better to burn your fingers a few times than never get near the heat, y'know?

I should be more mature... but I haven't kissed any fists in my time. *halo* My first-ever kiss, honestly... was fun, but not that memorable. I remember first kisses with different people, and that's where I really have memories and experience. There were some dates with women I was very interested in, but after the first kiss had little to no interest in them - I wish I could say they were bad kissers, but that wasn't always the case... just sometimes there was a decided change of interest. And I remember those first few kisses with my wife, and I close my eyes and feel immensely happy, unlike anything else.


M.

Utterly divine.

We sneaked away to the park early and I sat there just listening to the pure silence, watching the morning mist rise and the sun slowly filter through, all the time holding her. I asked, in complete honesty, if she also felt this was the most serene moment of her life and she confirmed it was. She kissed me on the cheek and I got just this electric thrill. She kissed my cheek more. I fumbled a few kisses on her cheek but realising just how precious time and life was and that so much more could be done... placed my lips onto hers and kissed with such passion and emotion. I'd honestly never felt so alive, such a sense of place, of self and of her. Upon parting from the park I remember crossing the road with such care, for now life was worthwhile.