1st Kiss Novels & Stories

At first he stood there surprised. “please kiss me back” I whispered and just like that he wrapped his hands around me. The kiss was just a cover to hide my heavy breathing but I suddenly couldn’t breath from how hot it was. It was urgent and I felt this desire surge in me, I was actually enjoying kissing this stranger. It felt so familiar, like it was something I was used to or should be used to. This is my first kiss, I have been on the run since I was 16 years old so I never had a boyfriend.

And everyone was looking at each other. But suddenly the waiter comes there with some food and tea and coffee.Taking advantage of this, those people avoid his talk and start paying attention to their food, some start giving each other a koshi, and some start cleaning the table so that those people cannot answer his talk. But the first man does not understand this and, unaware of all these things, first man takes a cup of tea and some toast from them.

I have waited for my first kiss since I was seven. That magical moment is one that I have dreamt about since the first time I ever watched the movie Practical Magic. The moment when Sandra Bullock runs into the arms of the man she loves, and they share their first kiss. The background music just brings you into the moment. That is where I have set my standards. For my first kiss, I want to hear music and run up into his loving arms to feel what I hope to be one of the single most sensual moments of my life.

Without breaking the kiss, he gently pulls me into his big muscular arms and further intensifies the kiss. His lips are warm and soft. They were partly sighted, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Our bodies are pressed together heatedly as I our lips joined with each other's. I can taste our shared breath and feel the taste of our combined heartbeat. Warmth blossoms in my chest, igniting it as Alpha Nolan leans in close, with his lips brushing tentatively. This is my first kiss ever. The smell of his perfume is dizzying and it causes butterflies to dance in my stomach. My eyes are closed and they seem to have gotten stuck.

It was confirmed he had come out of his hiding place and beat Bryan to death. He turned around, left his hiding place with all the pain in his heart. After the kiss was released, Bryan smiled at his lover's face which was like boiled crab. Really adorable, thought Bryan. Bryan gently rubbed Paula lips, "you blushed with your first kiss". Deg! Suddenly Paula gasped at the words of a boyfriend, nervousness overwhelmed him because Paula was confused about what to answer. "Hmm... Yeah first kiss", Paula was unsure of her own answer, because...

Emma felt the warmth of his presence, the soft brush of her hair against his face, and then he gently put his lips against hers. It was a first kiss, shy and electric, carrying the thrill of new connection, the excitement of shared emotions, and the relief of honesty finally expressed. Allen’s hands hovered, unsure at first, before gently resting on her shoulders. Emma responded in kind, tilting her head slightly, deepening the moment without rushing it. Behind them, the sounds of the city and the muted party became irrelevant. There was only the warmth between them, the soft press of lips, the shared breath, and the quiet promise in their hearts.

It was sharp enough to make Alex feel like every thought and emotion inside him was visible. Jamie noticed the tear Alex hadn’t managed to wipe Something shifted in Jamie’s expression. Just slightly. The cold distance Alex had seen in meetings seemed to soften. For a second neither of them moved. Then something unexpected happened. Jamie leaned forward and kissed him. Alex’s brain stopped working. The kiss was sudden but not rough. Jamie’s hand remained lightly under Alex’s chin steadying him. His other hand rested against the edge of the desk beside Alex. The warmth of his lips was real.

I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her. “Give me your tongue.” She’s so innocent, the way she peeked just the tip of her tongue out to me. I covered her mouth gently and teased it the rest of the way into mine as my finger slipped into her, past her tight folds and beyond to that place that only I had better ever venture.

The first night he and I had gotten intimate, I was eighteen. I met him when I was seventeen and he had waited patiently until I was older to have me, because he was older than I was by two years and didn't want to violate me. I recalled how he had slapped my ass with so much vigor and how he nibbled on my nipples with passion and thirst. "Kiss her." The photographer said, interrupting my train of thoughts. "Whoa!" I stepped back. "A kiss? A real kiss?" I raised my voice, utterly embarrassed. That wasn't part of the plan.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.