Do you remember you first kiss? who was it with and how did you feel mine was with a girl called kate and I was 11 and I just got a rush of emotions and hormones when it happened. Still remember it well.
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I was a late starter, my first kiss was when I was 16, with a lad called Lee. It was liked being kissed by a wet sink plunger :eewww:

MrsGoodnight said:

Never been kissed...I guess I never trusted guys...so...

peacenlovealways said:

Probably a good idea hun

peacenlovealways said:

Oh WOW is that you Susan?

My first kiss I was in 5th grade, his name was Kris, and it was behind the skating ring.

Elizabeth her name was, next to the climbing frame at school,we were 7.

Smoothradio said:

no

ocean said:

This guy in college kissed me on the cheek....He called me up and I told him...not to kiss me again...He wasn't my type...I guess if it was someone I really liked I wouldn't mind...

I did more than kissing when I was 7..
They start pretty early down south.


We also use to sit in a circle..spin a bottle around on the ground and when the bottle stopped you had to kiss the person it was pointing at.
then I grew up and things got complicated..LOL

ocean said:

Yeah. Think of the kissing scenes between Christopher Tracy and Mary Sharon









But much soggier
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I remember clear as day! I was in 6th grade and 6 of us went to a pond nearby my house. Each couple had a tree they were leaning on while we were making out. One of the boys called out my boy for having a hard on after we made out and I had no idea what he was talking about!

It was with my priest. I can't remember what age I was exactly, but I do remember his beard tickling me.

CarrieLee said:

I think he would have been referring to your boy's erection.

I was 16, it was my first date, and when I leaned in to kiss her, I hit the bottom of her nose with my lips.

I recovered pretty quick, though.

Yeah, I still remember. I was 11 years old and her name was Melanie. I was scared as hell because I didn't feel comfortable with french kissing and I knew that's what she wanted to do. It was enjoyable and like most things sexual, I was panicked over nothing.

I was 17, he was my first love, we were in his car, the Cure's "Close To Me" was playing on the radio.

mcmeekle said:

Really?

CarrieLee said:

I'm fairly certain that is what he would've been alluding to.

Yes and it was horrible..

I am sure the guy molested my mouth with his tongue and spit..

It was with a dutch girl called Nikolina when I was on holiday in France. It was alright actually.

JDInteractive said:

wow.. mine was in France too

It was 1995, I was 17 years old. The guy's name was Christopher. It was his first kiss too - he was 17 or 18 and we were each other's first kiss...We dated for like a year til January of 1996 - a week before my birthday - he said being in college was a lot of pressure and his mind wasn't focused on school -I agreed to break it off but I was hurt. We both were virgins. I didn't give it up to him and was glad I didn't. When I started college, I seen him again and he had to tell me the truth - that he started to sleep with his neighbor's 14 year old sister. That hoe! And she broke his heart too...at least he apologized. By then, I was dating a relative of his... LOL!

It was kindergarten by the cubbies where we hung up our coats.
Some boy named Lamar. Dont know how or what made us kiss but i remember it because the teacher caught us and told my mother.

im such a whore

I was 5. That one didn't really count because even though it was on the lips it was just a peck. Her name was Terry.

At 10 years of age. My girlfriend Roberta kissed me. That was more of a real first kiss.

At age 12 was my first boy on boy kiss.....

He's straight now.

Wait first, FIRST kiss? 1st grade, Paul DeSousa, cute little portagee!

The other kiss I described was my first 'tongue' kiss.

I do It was a the movies with my ex-boyfriend. I was 15 It felt so great

Most of you already know this story, so you can skip it.

But, I remember it like it was yesterday.
Soft, supple lips touching mine, slowly applying increasing moistened pressure, as I felt the warmth of her breath upon the side of my face, arms reaching around my waste, chest pressed tightly against me. My trembling could be drowned out only by the beating of my own heart, and as our tongues penetrated each other's mouths, feeling the warmth and wetness of her kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced up to that point. It seemed to last seconds to hours, and left me bereft of a firm footing on time and space, dizzy from the sudden rush of blood to my now flustered cheeks. It took everything in me to say, "no, Grandmom, I meant, give me one of those Hershey's Kisses over there on the table behind you!"

Imago said: