Bad First Kiss Novels & Stories

He made it so hard to kill this deep need brewing in my chest for him. He said it so casually, like it was no big deal, like not leaving the lights on had never been an option. My chest caved in. Before I could talk myself out of it... Before fear could remind me this was another terrible decision... I rose to my feet and closed the distance between us. I reached for his collar, pulling him so our lips brushed. It was soft and careful. It was more of a question than a kiss. I pulled back almost immediately. “I'm sorry,” I whispered. “I just…”

He doesn't look mad but I clearly don't understand what I feel too. He smiles at me, "Well, it wasn't that bad." "What! Did I do bad?" That hurts my pride, that was my first kind of a kiss! Is it? My eyes gapped at some thought. Is that why Adam doesn't kiss me more than just biting my lip!? Because he knows I won't do well?? Zach chuckled making him fall off his butt. I frowned at him and crumpled some piece of paper and threw it at him. "It's not funny! And I am not talking about how bad of a kisser I am."

“Sometimes… you just have to be a bad girl.” Before I can say another word, his lips crash into mine—demanding, hungry, claiming. And strangely enough, this time, I don’t want to run. I don’t want to push him away. I fall completely under his spell, under his control. My mind turns to pink mist, drenched in desire, while reason and caution storm out, slamming the door behind them. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’ve barely kissed anyone before. Just a few awkward attempts that hardly count. But now… now it feels like something entirely different. This man steals my breath, and I respond to him with the same fiery hunger, melting into his strong arms.

So nobody could underestimate me. I know what you’re thinking. What’s so bad about being pretty? Well the answers’ simple. I thought pretty was a good thing until about eighth grade. I had friends, crushes and a life then but it didn’t mean as much as I thought it would. My “friends” paid a guy to ask me on a date. Not just any guy but the only cute guy in school that every girl drooled over and he had to no problem taking the bribe and in return, was supposed to trick “dumb” pretty me into bed with him and take pictures to send to everyone else. But I thought he liked me as any 13 year old girl would. So I obviously said yes and planned to go his house after school for a movie. I gleaned al

but she got disappointed when Daniel kissed her on the corner of the lips. Funny enough, Daniel never kissed her on the lips, he only kissed her on cheeks and corner of lips. But she masked her disappointment with a seductive smile and started to unbutton his shirt. Daniel moved his one hand to her breasts and started caressing them and Cathie let out a satisfactory moan... Cathie also started caressing his chest. Daniel exhaled a long shaky breath.... He started to suck her neck and then went to her collarbone and again to her neck..

She wasn't used to owing that much money, especially now that she had to forget about it, how could she do that? Angelina bit her lip indicating she was anxious. Alex came forward and kissed Angelina's lips briefly. Angelina immediately glared and was stunned. "Don't bite your lip again if you don't want it to bleed," Alex said. Angelina immediately looked away because she didn't want her flushed cheeks to be seen by Alex. 'Why does this man like kissing me so much? Not even Oliver does what this rude man does,' Angelina thought, busy comparing her lover and the man in front of her.

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?

He pulled me by my waist and deepened the kiss, then he suddenly pulled away. “Wow. You have such a bad mouth but you have never kissed. Probably because underneath your bad girl profile, you are nothing but a sissy.” He mocked me. I punched him in the face as soon as he said that. Reality hit me that he just took my first special kept kiss for my wedding day. “I am fucking engaged to a good man! Somehow I fucked up, I should’ve given him my first kiss because he deserves it in every way! How dare you take that away?!” I punched him again.