I must have been allergic to her because when we kissed I had an instant sneeze reaction. Kind of messy so after that we just held hands but even then I developed a rash all the way up my arm.
My first genuine French kiss. I was thirteen, she was fourteen. Tongues entwined, teeth grating, I felt her nipples harden through her clothing - and almost made a mess of my pants. I'm sure she knew, her mischievous grin gave that impression. Never went all the way with her, but we remained friends for years afterwards.
A drunk gay guy kissed me once at a party (I was also drunk). It was awkward because I didn't reciprocate it. And being drunk, I didn't think much about it either. It was just a story to tell people after that.
When my wife used to leave for work before I did she would come kiss my while I was still sleeping. One morning I must have been having a bad dream as she came close. I woke up to see her face rocketing toward mine and I started yelling. We both just cracked up. We still do to this day when it comes up.
This post was edited by CallMeIshmael at February 13, 2018 1:33 AM MST
The kind of kiss that clunks, like the kiss good-night after the lights are out, and in a not so careful moment, a chin bumps a nose or two skulls knock together. The recovery - are you okay? can we try that again?