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| first kiss experience |
| by Vicky |
My first kiss was a mixed experience...
We had just met a few days before, but it felt as if I had known her for ages. Being with her made me forget everything else. At times, we would just talk for hours without realizing it. That particular full moon day, she was sitting besides me and her face looked as radiant as ever. I hadn't planned this at all, but at that particular moment, I realized how badly I wanted to kiss her. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for it or whether she would take it the right way. Where I come from, a kiss is in the first few days of dating would be unthinkable, but I knew I was going to miss her so much once I return to the US. I knew every moment was precious and how foolish it would be to destroy all that we had shared if she was not ready for it. With this mixed feelings, I made a small comment about how things would have been different if we had been in the US. She reacted cautiously, but was not pissed off. She seemed to have gotten a clue, which further encouraged the cupid in me. Without saying anything else, I moved closer to her, trying to feel her. I attempted French and nearly made it. She was in a state of mixed emotions, not quite expecting what was going on, but did her best. Finally, I had the first kiss of my life with the person I had started to admire more than anyone else. I felt like maybe I shouldn’t have attempted the French kiss right away and should have paced it over several moments, but then again, I have no complaints since that’s how a first kiss is supposed to be… something you never forget. Oh dear…I can still taste her lips. |
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