Bad First Kiss Novels & Stories

Maybe it was the whiskey, or the exhaustion, or the way he said it — like he meant me, not the mission. Before I could think twice, I whispered, “Kael.” He turned his head, eyes dark and steady. “Yeah?” I didn’t answer. Just leaned in, slow, searching, until our lips met. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was everything we’d been holding back — fierce, aching, real. The storm outside had ended, but inside me, it was just beginning. When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths tangled. “Bad idea,” he murmured.

she began, her words tinged with vulnerability, "that was my first kiss." Leaning against the counter, I listened. "Your first kiss?" I echoed, a silent invitation for her to share the chapters of her past. She nodded, her eyes distant as she delved into the memory. "Yeah, and it was awful. Nothing like the movies." Her admission lingered, a quiet revelation that added weight to the night. The room became a quiet sanctuary for her words. "It was Niall," she revealed, the name carrying a bitter taste. My jaw tightened, a flicker of anger beneath the composed surface.

He stole my first kiss out from under me and left me feeling ashamed and embarrassed. Even if I was terrible at kissing, surely there would have been a more sensitive way to tackle the issue? Maybe I used too much tongue? Maybe not enough? Maybe this was just another one of Andrew Stephenson's sick, manipulating head games that he enjoys playing. Whatever the reason for his rude, uncivilised behaviour yesterday, he won't be granted a second chance to ever kiss me again; my lips, in fact, all of me, will now be considered an Andrew Stephenson no-go zone.

She breaks the kiss and looks me dead serious in the eyes. “Kiss me as you would kiss your trash of girl”, - she says, and I feel the anger building up. I grab the back of her beck with more strength than I should, and I kiss Karen; I kiss her with despair and with hate. My tongue dominated her, and I make her breathless. Once we break the kiss, she smiles and says something about being the best kiss ever. I honestly wasn’t paying to attention to her crap.

A whimper escaped me, and I surged forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips met, and it was like a circuit completing. The kiss wasn’t soft ; it was deep and hungry from the first second, like a confession and a claiming all at once. The taste of salt from my tears mixed with the unique flavor of him. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, as his arms locked around me, one hand cradling the back of my head. The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth, his tongue, the hard press of his body against mine. The kiss turned feverish, desperate. I felt alive and aching in every bone.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

"Look, I really want to take you to dinner. Say yes and I will guarantee that we will have a good time and trust me, I would never forget about you, ever." She answers hesitantly, "I should have known that when we were in high school, listening to my friends was a bad decision. See, I had the biggest crush on you and my friends said you were a bad guy. You were my first love, but when you got kicked out, it just proved them right and I decided at that moment to study and give up on men."

Exactly what I never wanted. “Reign! Wait for us!” I heard Aby and Chris yell behind me, their voices echoing across the cafeteria. I still kept storming out, my boots pounding against the floor as if I were running from something dangerous. I was trembling in anger, shaking so hard I could barely think. Dang it, if only I could punch his thick face again and not care about the consequences. How dare him steal my first kiss like that? That moment was supposed to be special. It was supposed to be romantic, shared with the boy I love, not forced on me by him. This has to be the unluckiest day of my life, hands down.

He’s definitely gonna kiss me. It’s not like I’ve never been kissed before, but I’ve yet to be kissed properly. My first kiss was a disaster because neither of us knew what the heck we were doing. It was with Justin Carver, but he bragged about it after and Jax wound up beating the crap out of him, so he never tried again.

Mint. That's what his lips know. Its rubbing is soft, our lips move at a slow but precise pace, they fit perfectly. I'm kissing him! It has to be a dream, it's so delicate with me, with my lips. We started panting. Now the images of him kissing with Stephanie, of him and his daughter, of them together come to mind. I depart from him carefully, I don't want to do it but this is about not paying attention to the heart, he is going to marry and is with me based. This is wrong. 一This is wrong一susurré. I was still with my eyes closed and my head down, my hands were on his chest. 一 I know, but I couldn't hold back. I always wanted to kiss you. 一lifted my chin with his hand to look at it一I don't re