My First Kisses Novels & Stories

It was so soft yet sounded firm and with authority to me. “What can I do---“ I begin to ask but he suddenly crashed his lips to mine, wrapped his arms on my waist and hold me close to him. I tried to be free from his hug but failed. I don’t know why, but I snaked my arms on his neck and kissed him back. It was my first kiss and I feel I was in heaven even though I don’t know who this guy that is kissing me is. I heard footsteps from the fire exit door and knew someone arrived but we just ignored it and continued kissing each other. Soon we heard the footsteps going away and were gone. I’m still in heaven when the guy pulled away from me. I looked at him still dazed from my first, romantic ki

I wanted to kiss him back but was too lazy to move. His lips are incredibly warm against mine. I can't believe my eyes right now; this is my first kiss ever. Julian was the first boy I kissed, and I allowed him to kiss me. I always wonder what it would be like when Julian's warm lips met my cold ones. But this is both crazy and sweet—his lips are performing so well against mine. He simply overwhelmed my strength with his wet kiss. I couldn't help but close my eyes as he pressed his hand against my thigh, rubbing his fingers through my clothes before leaning down to my hip.

The scent of night jasmine clung to the air, thick and sweet, wrapping around us like a silent witness. We were still in the garden, the stars glinting above like curious eyes. His lips were warm on mine, commanding but unhurried, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. My first kiss. I had never imagined it would taste like this. Ripe, a little dangerous, and entirely him.

What began as a forceful kiss evolved into something passionate. As he delicately brushed my lips with his tongue, his hands traced down my waistline, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him in. Our lips pressed softly against each other, and I tasted the sweet nectar of his lips as his tongue explored my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other, deepening the kiss. My heart pounded with intensity, and the kiss felt like a magical escape, allowing all my worries to melt away. It was my first kiss, taken by Tristan, and it left me breathless and captivated.

Mia, on the other hand was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Ah....I remember when I had my first kiss. It was in high school. The boy was just so cute and nice and we had just stared dating. He had come into my house to teach me economics and after that we had ten minute break. I remember while I closed my eyes for a short while, he had stolen a peck on my cheeks and my god! His face was so red the moment i opened my eyes. We both were so unsure but still we leaned quietly towards each other and finally our lips met! Ahh!!! That was such a great moment. But I still like my kisses with Carson more."

The stars twinkled above them, a reminder of the vastness of the universe, and the infinite possibilities that lay ahead. “I love you, Claire,” Ethan whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “More than anything in this world.” Claire smiled, her heart full to bursting with love for this man who had been her first love, and who would now be her forever love. “I love you too, Ethan,” she whispered back. “And I always will.” They kissed then, a soft, tender kiss that spoke of all the love, the hope, and the joy that filled their hearts. It was a kiss that sealed their future together, a future that was bright with promise and filled with the warmth of their love.

she breathed, her voice a plea, a question. I kissed her, slow at first, then desperate, pouring every apology, every promise into it. She kissed me back, fierce and breaking, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. It wasn’t lust, it was survival, two people drowning and holding on. Her lips trembled against mine, tears mixing with the heat, and I felt her heart, her trust, fracturing and reforming in my arms.

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.