Bad First Kiss Novels & Stories

Alex replied. "I'll call Josh, I'll ask him to meet and-" "Alex, why are you overreacting like this?" Angelina looked down, putting her face right in front of Alex. "Did I say anything to blame you?" Alex blinked her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" Angelina came forward, and in one swift motion, she kissed Alex on the lips. It was the first time Angelina had done so of her own accord. Alex was so shocked that he froze.

We both agreed that would be a bad thing right now, especially with her parents insisting we wait. Afterwards, I sat holding her in my arms. Then we lay there kissing. “You know you’re the first boy I ever kissed.” Eden declared. That made me smile. “I want to say you’re my first to. But I kissed a girl once.” Eden’s face looked sour. “It was horrible. It was like kissing my sister. We both agreed it was weird and to never speak about it again.” That made her laugh. “Well, I like your kisses. I hope you save them all for me in the future.” She is so sweet.

Although Adrian had deliberately tried to be gentler as he kissed Stephanie, in the end, he'd failed to hold himself back completely. "It's fine." Stephanie shook her head lightly. "But…" Ears red, she leaned in close and whispered, "You're not a very good kisser." Adrian didn't get upset. He simply chuckled affectionately and said, "It was my first time kissing someone, so I haven't had any practice. Can you forgive me, Stephanie?"

Looking at the ceiling with aching nape, Adira’s mind wondered here and there; what food she should eat, if she can watch N*****x movie tonight or if she can go visit her favorite bar. However suddenly, her husband's face came inside her head. Bit by bit, his horrific expression while looking at her after they kissed, vividly appeared in her eyes. She held her lips and traced the smoothness of it. "He's a good kisser. I need to accept that fact," Adira said, chuckling. It was her first kiss. A first kiss that ended miserably. She intended to seduce her husband, and that's why she pulled him for a kiss. But unknowingly, as they did, she was getting so into it she's about to lose her sanity.

she winked in addition. I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I still felt like a sore loser. “Am I not pretty enough or interesting enough?” and then the thought occurred to me, “Or am I a bad kisser?” Blake was the only guy I had ever kissed, if you didn’t count the window incident, and I wasn’t counting that. I was very inexperienced, and Blake had been with so many girls. Maybe I wasn’t good enough? Or maybe he got bored of me?

I managed to stuter and licked my lips as I stared at his pink ones. "Say Yes." His head was descending down to mine and he was dangerously close. I licked my lips again and couldn't help muttering, "yes." He raised his head away and kissed my forehead. "well then, I'll see you tomorrow night at 7 baby girl." ***** How do you know your bad boy is in love with you? First, he'll make your life miserable. Then he'll show up at your doorstep looking like a snack to take you on the most cheesy date that can ever exist.

he rasped, his lips crashing into hers. The kiss was raw, angry, a collision of need and fear. Gianna’s hands gripped his jacket, pulling him closer, her lips fierce against his, a fire that consumed them. His fingers tangled in her hair, her body pressed to his, the world fading to the heat of their first kiss—a line crossed, a vow broken. But guilt surged, her secret, his distrust, a shadow in their passion. She pulled back, breathless, her eyes wide, his face a mirror of her turmoil.

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.