I know I'm late with this, but, since it's so recent, might as well document it right? Haha.
Well, so, it was yesterday. :) And I went over his house to watch a movie. It was awkward a bit. We just sat against the wall staring at the movie. He started talking about how the movie was awesome and we had a few laughs here and there.
Then he starts staring at me.. I could feel him stare at me. And I'd look at him and say "what?" And he'd go.. you're cute.. --so what? And I'm like "what?! what did you just say?" and he's like, ohhh.. I just said that I think you're cute.
I was blushing like a little girl! My heart started beating seriously fast. And I told him. He tells me "you're not the only one nervous here.. feel my heart"!
We were so cute. And we started playing footsies and he started teasing me about another guy (because I have my phone with me all the time) so he tries to reach for it. He goes over my body and tries to grab it.
He wasn't super skinny, more muscular and big than anything.. and so i told him i couldn't breathe. and he got to my phone..
he put his arms behind my back and started reading some texted. i was so embarrassed and he'd joke around. i'd hit him and he'd smile and still joke around..
I was still lying on his arm because of all the embarassment and he took my glasses off and kissed me. it was so weird and sloppy and i didn't care!
who else was i supposed to compare to? :)
i'd stop him and tell him that it was weird. god, he looked so cute just staring at me. and i'd try to tell him things in between kisses, but he'd kiss me harder.
gahh it was one of the best experiences ever!
I know I'm late with this, but, since it's so recent, might as well document it right? Haha.
Well, so, it was yesterday. :) And I went over his house to watch a movie. It was awkward a bit. We just sat against the wall staring at the movie. He started talking about how the movie was awesome and we had a few laughs here and there.
Then he starts staring at me.. I could feel him stare at me. And I'd look at him and say "what?" And he'd go.. you're cute.. --so what? And I'm like "what?! what did you just say?" and he's like, ohhh.. I just said that I think you're cute.
I was blushing like a little girl! My heart started beating seriously fast. And I told him. He tells me "you're not the only one nervous here.. feel my heart"!
We were so cute. And we started playing footsies and he started teasing me about another guy (because I have my phone with me all the time) so he tries to reach for it. He goes over my body and tries to grab it.
He wasn't super skinny, more muscular and big than anything.. and so i told him i couldn't breathe. and he got to my phone..
he put his arms behind my back and started reading some texted. i was so embarrassed and he'd joke around. i'd hit him and he'd smile and still joke around..
I was still lying on his arm because of all the embarassment and he took my glasses off and kissed me. it was so weird and sloppy and i didn't care!
who else was i supposed to compare to? :)
i'd stop him and tell him that it was weird. god, he looked so cute just staring at me. and i'd try to tell him things in between kisses, but he'd kiss me harder.
Quoting: Originally posted by bluegirl2006 I got you beat in the late bloomer department Amuse! I was on the verge of 17, his name was Todd and we had gone for a walk on a moonlit summer night. It was romantic and perfect and lasted for at least 10 minutes. And as much as I cherish that seet memory I wish I could give it to YOU True! How horrible that you have this as one of those scars that aren't visible. I actually agree with Aries on this one.
Whew! Thank god. I have to say though, I am proud to call myself a late bloomer.
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Quoting: Originally posted by bluegirl2006 I got you beat in the late bloomer department Amuse! I was on the verge of 17, his name was Todd and we had gone for a walk on a moonlit summer night. It was romantic and perfect and lasted for at least 10 minutes. And as much as I cherish that seet memory I wish I could give it to YOU True! How horrible that you have this as one of those scars that aren't visible. I actually agree with Aries on this one.
Whew! Thank god. I have to say though, I am proud to call myself a late bloomer.
True...that's in the past, sweetheart. We all have to start somewhere,some good,some bad. I love kissing with tongues, i mean i LOVE it...SO sexy. To actually hold your partners tongue between your teeth...and very gently suck on it...and taste it. And have them do it to you too...mmmmmm! Perhaps next time you find yourself in a position where you're gonna KISS a man, get him to rinse with mouthwash b4 you kiss, and WATCH him do it. Then that way,in your mind, he has a 'clean' mouth, just for you, and then,perhaps, you can stat to enjoy kissing, REAL, kissing like the rest of us do. Get rid of those bad memories babe.xxx
It's no secret, you can really annoy me.
But then you post something like this, and I have to admit, however reluctantly, that I like you.... sometimes. :-)
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True...that's in the past, sweetheart. We all have to start somewhere,some good,some bad. I love kissing with tongues, i mean i LOVE it...SO sexy. To actually hold your partners tongue between your teeth...and very gently suck on it...and taste it. And have them do it to you too...mmmmmm! Perhaps next time you find yourself in a position where you're gonna KISS a man, get him to rinse with mouthwash b4 you kiss, and WATCH him do it. Then that way,in your mind, he has a 'clean' mouth, just for you, and then,perhaps, you can stat to enjoy kissing, REAL, kissing like the rest of us do. Get rid of those bad memories babe.xxx
It's no secret, you can really annoy me.
But then you post something like this, and I have to admit, however reluctantly, that I like you.... sometimes. :-)
I got you beat in the late bloomer department Amuse! I was on the verge of 17, his name was Todd and we had gone for a walk on a moonlit summer night. It was romantic and perfect and lasted for at least 10 minutes. And as much as I cherish that seet memory I wish I could give it to YOU True! How horrible that you have this as one of those scars that aren't visible. I actually agree with Aries on this one.
I got you beat in the late bloomer department Amuse! I was on the verge of 17, his name was Todd and we had gone for a walk on a moonlit summer night. It was romantic and perfect and lasted for at least 10 minutes. And as much as I cherish that seet memory I wish I could give it to YOU True! How horrible that you have this as one of those scars that aren't visible. I actually agree with Aries on this one.
Quoting: Originally posted by ariesram Mmmmmmmmm? Can't remember THAT far back. But i had afew girl friends at school when i was about 6 or 7.And we used to give each other a Peck on the cheek,or if we felt like grown ups,a quick kiss on the lips...then have a giggle,ha ha. BUT, my first 'French' kiss, was when i was STILL a school boy, (15yrs). I did some baby sitting for one of my Mum's friends, so her and her hubby could go out for the evening...anyway,about 1am,they came home. I stayed for about 5 minutes, then went to leave,her husband,by that time had fell asleep in the chair. So, as we got to the front door to say goodbye, she looked me straight in the eye..."THAT'S ALL FOLKS! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, FOR THE FINAL EPISODE!" Ha!
Thank you for not finishing THAT particular fairy tale. lmao
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Quoting: Originally posted by ariesram Mmmmmmmmm? Can't remember THAT far back. But i had afew girl friends at school when i was about 6 or 7.And we used to give each other a Peck on the cheek,or if we felt like grown ups,a quick kiss on the lips...then have a giggle,ha ha. BUT, my first 'French' kiss, was when i was STILL a school boy, (15yrs). I did some baby sitting for one of my Mum's friends, so her and her hubby could go out for the evening...anyway,about 1am,they came home. I stayed for about 5 minutes, then went to leave,her husband,by that time had fell asleep in the chair. So, as we got to the front door to say goodbye, she looked me straight in the eye..."THAT'S ALL FOLKS! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK, FOR THE FINAL EPISODE!" Ha!
Thank you for not finishing THAT particular fairy tale. lmao
Quoting: Originally posted by Dirkdig Susan the girl next door,,,,she was 8 and I was 9. After we had our clothes off I told one of the 3 great lies, I did exactly that.
.... GRRR. SHAME on YOU.
... I couldn't quite remember why I didn't like you before.. it's all comimg back to me now.
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Quoting: Originally posted by Dirkdig Susan the girl next door,,,,she was 8 and I was 9. After we had our clothes off I told one of the 3 great lies, I did exactly that.
.... GRRR. SHAME on YOU.
... I couldn't quite remember why I didn't like you before.. it's all comimg back to me now.
Quoting: Originally posted by truefriendinme My first kiss was truly disgusting. There was a guy named Lloyd that had a crush on me. Everyone knew it. My mom nad I would go to this country auction on Friday nights, and he was there, b/c his parents were always there. One night, he offered to help me put things in the car, and he accosted me in the parking lot, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. It tasted like slimy onion rings-- since he had been munching on these all night. Now, this boy was older than me, and hideous in the looks department. He had a Mongloid look about him (or possible Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, mildly), no kidding. This is not just a negative descritption, he was literally afflicted with some sort of Mongloid mutation gene-- I work in the medical field now, so I'm very certain of this. We're talking the slanted outer eyes, flat face. Very kinky-curly unkempt hair. Pimply, stinky and gross; crater-cavities in all his visible teeth. I never told anyone, and to this day I HATE french kissing. Absolutely despise it. I'll never forget that, and really... it's a shame. I think if I had had a tender first kis (french) that I would be really into it. I just can't get that image out of my head.--True
Oh, True that is HORRIBLE! To not love to french kiss because of this person is completely criminal. Worse even! Aw! I am SO SORRY you had an experience like that! How awfully disgusting... how terrible a memory for you.
You should look at it like I look at my lost virginity. Like a JOKE. It was a joke, too. Disappointing, gross... I look back on it now and laugh over the shudder.
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Quoting: Originally posted by truefriendinme My first kiss was truly disgusting. There was a guy named Lloyd that had a crush on me. Everyone knew it. My mom nad I would go to this country auction on Friday nights, and he was there, b/c his parents were always there. One night, he offered to help me put things in the car, and he accosted me in the parking lot, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. It tasted like slimy onion rings-- since he had been munching on these all night. Now, this boy was older than me, and hideous in the looks department. He had a Mongloid look about him (or possible Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, mildly), no kidding. This is not just a negative descritption, he was literally afflicted with some sort of Mongloid mutation gene-- I work in the medical field now, so I'm very certain of this. We're talking the slanted outer eyes, flat face. Very kinky-curly unkempt hair. Pimply, stinky and gross; crater-cavities in all his visible teeth. I never told anyone, and to this day I HATE french kissing. Absolutely despise it. I'll never forget that, and really... it's a shame. I think if I had had a tender first kis (french) that I would be really into it. I just can't get that image out of my head.--True
Oh, True that is HORRIBLE! To not love to french kiss because of this person is completely criminal. Worse even! Aw! I am SO SORRY you had an experience like that! How awfully disgusting... how terrible a memory for you.
You should look at it like I look at my lost virginity. Like a JOKE. It was a joke, too. Disappointing, gross... I look back on it now and laugh over the shudder.
Wow, I was 15 for my first kiss! Feel kind of a late bloomer in comparison to you guys. lol Mine was with my best friend. We were arguing. lol It was the most delicious kiss. I, of course, was scared for our friendship and ignored the possible romance. Oh, how I do regret THAT decision.
Wow, I was 15 for my first kiss! Feel kind of a late bloomer in comparison to you guys. lol Mine was with my best friend. We were arguing. lol It was the most delicious kiss. I, of course, was scared for our friendship and ignored the possible romance. Oh, how I do regret THAT decision.
We were in the 7th grade, was the last day of school, it happened behind some apt.s the group of us walked through on our way home from school, the kiss was hot, it lasted at least 10 minutes and his name was Will.
We were in the 7th grade, was the last day of school, it happened behind some apt.s the group of us walked through on our way home from school, the kiss was hot, it lasted at least 10 minutes and his name was Will.
Mine was with the boy next door and i think I was about 7yrs old...had been playing the old Doctors and nurses and dared each other to have a kiss after I'd shown him mine and he had displayed his(?)...took me ages to figure out why my mum went off on one and gave me a slap on the legs when I told her what we had been playing!
Mine was with the boy next door and i think I was about 7yrs old...had been playing the old Doctors and nurses and dared each other to have a kiss after I'd shown him mine and he had displayed his(?)...took me ages to figure out why my mum went off on one and gave me a slap on the legs when I told her what we had been playing!
My first kiss was truly disgusting. There was a guy named Lloyd that had a crush on me. Everyone knew it. My mom nad I would go to this country auction on Friday nights, and he was there, b/c his parents were always there. One night, he offered to help me put things in the car, and he accosted me in the parking lot, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. It tasted like slimy onion rings-- since he had been munching on these all night. Now, this boy was older than me, and hideous in the looks department. He had a Mongloid look about him (or possible Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, mildly), no kidding. This is not just a negative descritption, he was literally afflicted with some sort of Mongloid mutation gene-- I work in the medical field now, so I'm very certain of this. We're talking the slanted outer eyes, flat face. Very kinky-curly unkempt hair. Pimply, stinky and gross; crater-cavities in all his visible teeth. I never told anyone, and to this day I HATE french kissing. Absolutely despise it. I'll never forget that, and really... it's a shame. I think if I had had a tender first kis (french) that I would be really into it. I just can't get that image out of my head.--True
My first kiss was truly disgusting. There was a guy named Lloyd that had a crush on me. Everyone knew it. My mom nad I would go to this country auction on Friday nights, and he was there, b/c his parents were always there. One night, he offered to help me put things in the car, and he accosted me in the parking lot, practically shoving his tongue down my throat. It tasted like slimy onion rings-- since he had been munching on these all night. Now, this boy was older than me, and hideous in the looks department. He had a Mongloid look about him (or possible Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, mildly), no kidding. This is not just a negative descritption, he was literally afflicted with some sort of Mongloid mutation gene-- I work in the medical field now, so I'm very certain of this. We're talking the slanted outer eyes, flat face. Very kinky-curly unkempt hair. Pimply, stinky and gross; crater-cavities in all his visible teeth. I never told anyone, and to this day I HATE french kissing. Absolutely despise it. I'll never forget that, and really... it's a shame. I think if I had had a tender first kis (french) that I would be really into it. I just can't get that image out of my head.--True
Remember!! I can never forget, that was the day my entire life had changed. Not that it was a bad experience but just the wrong guy at the wrong time. I was in grade school maybe about 10 years old and one of my friends at the time was the girlfriend of the cutest boy in school. Anyway, to make a long story short, for that single moment that seemed like forever... he was mine and we had shared a kiss that I treasure to this day. And yes, if your curious, my friend did find out about it later but today we are still friends and keep in contact.
Remember!! I can never forget, that was the day my entire life had changed. Not that it was a bad experience but just the wrong guy at the wrong time. I was in grade school maybe about 10 years old and one of my friends at the time was the girlfriend of the cutest boy in school. Anyway, to make a long story short, for that single moment that seemed like forever... he was mine and we had shared a kiss that I treasure to this day. And yes, if your curious, my friend did find out about it later but today we are still friends and keep in contact.
I think I was about 13 and he was maybe 10 and we wanted to "practice" kissing so he kissed me and it was awkward and sweet all at the same time. Then our mothers who were friends found out and scolded us.
I think I was about 13 and he was maybe 10 and we wanted to "practice" kissing so he kissed me and it was awkward and sweet all at the same time. Then our mothers who were friends found out and scolded us.
Oh that is sweet, Oz! Mine was when I was 9, too. My family spent a long weekend with a couple other families at a cabin we used to go to on the border of MN and Canada ... very remote and rustic. And there was a boy there that weekend I'd never met before (or since), who was 13 and blonde and very cute. We spent the days running through the woods, in the sauna, and swimming. One night after dinner while everyone was sitting around in front of the fire, he asked me to go back down to the sauna and help him look for his beach towel. He kissed me on the deck in front of the sauna, just a little tentative, sweet kiss. I have no idea if we even looked for the towel.
Oh that is sweet, Oz! Mine was when I was 9, too. My family spent a long weekend with a couple other families at a cabin we used to go to on the border of MN and Canada ... very remote and rustic. And there was a boy there that weekend I'd never met before (or since), who was 13 and blonde and very cute. We spent the days running through the woods, in the sauna, and swimming. One night after dinner while everyone was sitting around in front of the fire, he asked me to go back down to the sauna and help him look for his beach towel. He kissed me on the deck in front of the sauna, just a little tentative, sweet kiss. I have no idea if we even looked for the towel.
Wow talk about going down memory lane. My first kiss and boyfriend that I remember was when I was just 9 years old. Had the biggest crush on the boy across the road and after I helped him to do his gardening chore, he took me to the movies. Afterward I got my first chaste kiss, it was so sweet so special.
Wow talk about going down memory lane. My first kiss and boyfriend that I remember was when I was just 9 years old. Had the biggest crush on the boy across the road and after I helped him to do his gardening chore, he took me to the movies. Afterward I got my first chaste kiss, it was so sweet so special.
