The First Time Kiss Novels & Stories

He was in thought, but then after a few seconds he cleared his throat and asked me, “Have you ever been with anyone before?” I looked into his eyes and could see he was anxious to hear my answer. Feeling slightly shy, my cheeks reddened, and I shook my head saying, “No.” A huge smile grew on his face, and he lowered his lips in a gentle kiss. Breaking a kiss, he took a deep breath and exhaled, slowly putting me back down onto my feet. I was feeling so confused, but he caressed my cheek and kissed the tip of my nose, saying, “Your first time has to be special, not like this love. You deserve more and nothing less than that.”

was the only warning he gave before grabbing the back of my head and bringing it down on his lap in one fluid motion, and then dipping down his face to smash his hungry lips on mine. Woah ! That was my first kiss. And as sexy as hell as the man kissing me !! O M G !

And then, without hesitation, he drew her closer. The movement was smooth, unplanned, and instinctive, like something his body had decided long before his mind did. He leaned forward, tilted his head down, and kissed her. For a heartbeat, Kathalina froze. Her eyes widened, the world tilting slightly beneath her. This was their first kiss. Not a dream. Not a memory she built out of hope. Not an almost. This was real.

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.

His teeth as bit down onto her bottom lips, and it hurts. For all her eighteen years, she had never experienced a first kiss. Heck, she had never been in love. Her first love with classic music, not a man. The first time a man’s lip had touched hers, and had bitten down onto her lips, she felt the pain. Her very first kiss with a man she had never imagined it will be was painful. She screamed out loud, crying, as she started to hit and kick him as she tried to get him off of her, calling him all sorts of names. “Pervert! Sicko! Molester!”

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.

This would be my first kiss in a very long time, and the significance of the moment weighed heavily on my mind. Zack’s grandfather beamed with pride, and Aaron gave a subtle nod of approval. The paparazzi captured every moment, their cameras clicking away. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. Zack leaned in, his lips brushing mine softly. The kiss started gently, but as our lips lingered, I found myself wanting more. My heart raced, and for a moment, everything else faded away. Just as I began to respond, Zack withdrew, smirking slightly. The sudden end to the kiss left me feeling both flustered and strangely attracted to him.

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

Her breath catches, her mouth parts slightly, her body softening into the space I'm closing. When I kiss her for the very first time, it's not gentle. My mouth claims hers with intention, pressure measured and certain, not hurried, not exploratory. This is not curiosity, it's decision. I keep it brief at first, just long enough to feel the truth of it... the heat, the response, the unmistakable fact that she's already there with me, fully in the kiss with me.

There were a few things I should get to know, myself. “Fine.” I crossed my arms and watched him closely as I spilled the horror of my first kiss. A drunk, messy, awkward thing in a bar, with a creepy stranger, on my sixteenth birthday. A stupid act of rebellion against my mom who I caught in the same bar. It's kept its record as the worst kiss of my life. Adrien made a face. I found it cute. Get a grip, girl. “I think you're the first human with a sob story about their first kiss. Pretty much every other human I've met always had something feel-good to say about theirs.”