My First Kisses Novels & Stories

I want him close to Allah . "Jaana . I might be a playboy back . But its my first kiss . You know according to me lip and forehead kiss is just a symbol of love but I accept it today" saying this he again smashed his lips to mine. And here my mind went blank. My legs turned jelly as the sudden attack of his lips again raided my edges. His lips assaulting mine with so much aggression showing his possessive side to me. He was pouring his all emotions in one kiss . It my FIRST KISS.

He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Intense, unreadable, and then he was gone, just as abruptly as he’d come, leaving me pressed against the storeroom wall with my knees weak and my pulse running wild. I stood there for a moment, dazed, trying to collect myself. The boxes in front of me blurred, numbers refusing to make sense no matter how many times I blinked. I’d kissed Knox. No, Knox had kissed me. My very first kiss, and it hadn’t been anything like the sweet, tentative thing I used to imagine in the quiet corners of my mind. It had been fire. Wild and reckless and… perfect. I touched my lips without meaning to, as if to check that the sensation was real, that it hadn’t just been some fever dream conjured out of my growing

“Two traumatized people trying to love each other without setting off bombs in one another.” For the first time since I entered the studio, I see a real smile on his face. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, and the question carries the weight of everything we just said. “You can. But slowly.” The first touch of his lips on mine is different from all the times before. There is no immediate hunger or urgent possessiveness. It’s hesitant, almost shy. He kisses me as if it were the first time, giving my body time to understand that it’s him, here, now.

I stammered, completely unsure of what I was supposed to do. "Then..." A faint smile appeared on his lips. "I'll make it easy for you." Before I could even process what he meant—or find the courage to run away—his lips gently captured mine. My eyes flew open. His lips were surprisingly soft as they brushed against my own. This...This was my first kiss. The only kisses I had ever known before were the gentle ones my mother used to place on my forehead and cheeks when I was a little girl. The warmth of his lips sent heat rushing through my entire body.

I held my breath and tried to push her hands away. When I heard her quietly crying, my hands stopped. Then, Jade turned to face me and kissed me suddenly. Warm breath was near my lips. For a moment, I forgot to push her away. Jade took the chance and wanted more. I quickly pushed her and slapped her hard. We both breathed fast after stepping apart. All we could hear was our breathing. People nearby whispered. “You’re crazy!” Jade covered her face but smiled happily. “Then, just think I’m crazy.”

His hands moved along my waistline before bringing me closer to himself. "Noelle." I stretched forth my hand. Linda's initial happiness faded into the heavens. Leaving her all gloomy and broken. She tugged at his trousers, but he didn't flinch, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it. As much as it was disgusting, I knew I had succeeded in the first phase. A kiss of vengeance was the rite of passage, and he had just given it to me on a silver platter.

Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face. When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment. It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame. I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?" "You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.

I nodded and he moved in. The kiss was slow and tender. Jonathan was so gentle, it was like he was afraid he would hurt me. This was my first real kiss and it was…..nice. I was not complaining but I always thought my first kiss would be electric, sparks would fly but that was not there. I felt cheated. The movies lied to me. There was no passion there. The oven’s timer went off, making us break off the kiss. We got back to baking but I couldn’t get my mind off it.

He never saw her smiling face. "Its all my fault that you become like this"he said looking at the pictures. "I failed to protect you" He mutter with the sad smile. His heart clench to see her this way. Who would believe that this is the same girl who used to be very vibrant, hopefull, who is not afraid to follow her dream. Ever her smile is very healing. He recall the day when he first met her that is the first day of his pre school. FLASHBACK Little Asher is very scared at his first day of school. He looked at his mom who smile at him to encourage him to go with his teacher to his class.