1st Kiss Was Intentional Novels & Stories

I was about to give my first kiss to a man for whom I felt nothing, after 24 years of dreaming about how special that moment would be. Roman leans in, and just as I'm about to shut my eyes, there’s a fleeting moment—a brush of lips that’s almost accidental. The kiss is so quick that my lips barely comprehend the shape of his. It’s as if my repelled him, like we were magnets turned the wrong way. I didn’t expect fireworks or a grand romantic gesture. Still… it’s my first kiss. In my fantasies, I envisioned something gentle, significant, and infused with promise. This just felt like paperwork.

This was more interesting and euphoric than I thought and I couldn't help but glimmer in the excitement that I just had my first kiss and it is with someone that I find attractive, no it is with someone that I like, there is no need hiding under the shadow of my doubts. I didn't go further than that. I know that things can get deeper than this but I didn't want to waste the moment just because I wanted to offend Riya. An intimate kiss should be done without duress. It should be something that occurs in a playful and peaceful moment, without no pressure and no stress, and because of that reason I just made sure to keep my lips glued on his for as long as I wanted.

I teased her, knowing she will not remember any of these tomorrow. "Really ?.. I love you so much..." and she suddenly smashed her lips onto mine, pushing me and locking me between the wall and herself. I know that this was her first kiss because she was inexperienced in it. I felt guilty that she unknowingly made me the one to kiss her first, and she will regret it if she comes to know of it. I wanted to kiss her back senselessly but stopped myself, not wanting to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. I had sinned already and didn't want to make another mistake again.

She shifted nervously. “I-” I pulled her against my body, silencing her words with a passionate kiss. She gasped and I took the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside of her mouth. When she melted against me, I lost control. This was not the plan, but I couldn’t resist her. I picked her up before pressing her against the wall behind her. I know I had been warned against pursuing her, but it was too late for that. I had claimed her first kiss, and now I wanted all of her firsts. My hand moved under her short skirt to brush her wetness. I closed my eyes as she spread her legs. Fuck. I was screwed. I knew it was wrong. She was just a freshman who deserved her first time to be somewhere better t

Ah, so this is what it was about. “So what if we kissed?” I narrowed my eyes. “It was only a kiss.” Natasha looked even more furious than before. “Only a kiss? It was my first kiss! I wanted to have that with someone special. Someone who loves me! Ugh, I hate hate you!” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had never thought about it that way before. To me, it was just a silly prank, but to her, it was something important. "I'm sorry, Natasha," I said softly. "I didn't know it was your first kiss. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that."

“Because that kiss wasn’t like the first one.” I inhaled sharply. He was right. The first kiss happened in the heat of danger, emotion, instinct. it was messy and fast and overwhelming. This one… This one was gentle, soft, slow, careful and full of feeling “This kiss meant something to her,” Kade said. “More than the first.” I rubbed my forehead. “That doesn’t explain why she ran.” “She panicked. She felt too much.” Kade’s voice grew softer. “You make her feel safe. And maybe she’s not used to that.”

Before I could think, before I could stop myself, I closed the small gap between us, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him. It wasn't like the first kiss—that one had been a desperate, fearful collision in the dark. This one was different. It was intentional. It was me saying, "See? This. This is what I want." For a glorious, breathless second, he kissed me back. His hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks, and everything else—the base, the zombies, Kira—just melted away. But then, as quickly as it started, I pulled back. The reality of what I’d done came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. My heart was hammering against my ribs, a frantic, panicked drumbeat.

The 'go' signal. Soon I was on his lap, our faces attached in what seemed to be our most intense and passionate kiss ever. People and some books say the first kiss is the best but I beg to differ. Yes the first kiss is great, wonderful, fire works and all but I don't think it's the best. Then you're just starting to accept the feelings you feel, broaching over and breaking a wall. The second kiss is different, more confident, more willing to explore and the walls between are not so tall.

Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe. “The thing is, I started it, I kissed him the first day we met at the school cafe, I assaulted him, I used him to make my ex jealous the very day I broke up with him after eavesdropping from my ex roommate and her friend’s discussion that he was going to dump me, I decided to make the first move and make him feel I have another person after that.” cercei explained carefully to her best friend.

I don't want to sound immature, but that's the only deal I am offering," I said, and he shrugged. "Woman, if you want to put a mark on me to show the world that I am pursuing you, then I am okay with that, too. I know it won't make a difference since Alvin indeed made a mistake by taking your first kiss like this, but that was our first kiss too," He said, and I don't know why I felt my heart skipping a beat at the revelation. ‘Get a grip over yourself, Kathleen. You can't make a slip like this. If you want to play, that's fine, but remember what your real goal is.’ I told myself before looking at him and smiling.