Memories of when I met my girlfriend bring great joy to me. Especially around these times as about a week ago it's been 2 years. Such beautiful memories.

josh crocker...so dreamy

gosh, you lot are soppy.

Just what I was thinking.

My first kiss was with a zombie. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, and when I removed it her tongue came out with it. I kept the tongue in a box by the side of my bed for some years after that, but it went missing some time around 1998.

never been kissed, i dont kiss and tell and etc.

Not my first kiss, but meeting a girl at a party who stunned me. We just clicked. I was pretty young, still a kid and really wasn't confident. We were sitting on a couch talking about everything and anything, she lay her head down on my lap and I held her hand.

Next (ok hours later) her dads car pulls up outside to collect her.. I remember thinking right then "fuckit, if I don't kiss her now I may regret this for the rest of my life".. then it happened and blah. It was awesome. Quickly exchanged numbers.

Cue 6 years of on and off crazy relationship with her. But I don't mind. That night was just brilliant. Plus had some amazing times together since as well.

ok first kiss was when i was 14 and i really didnt know what to do but i liked it. with a girl called lisa.

many years ago i met a girl and we danced together and walked together and kissed for a brief moment, literally seconds but it was electric.

That needs to be sung in a French accent to get the full effect.

i never saw her again.

No one has mentioned the mongrels that arose to wittness the first kiss? Especially you, ithinkimissyou. A girl laying her head on your lap at a young age, gees, that'd give a dog a bone.

I remember I went hard everytime I saw my girlfriend at the begginning. But then she's beautiful so I guess that's a different story.

Girl: Can we get going?
Boy: Just sit here with me for a minute longer!
Girl: Aww, you're so romantic.
Boy: Yeah... yeah, I'm romantic alright.

my first kiss: in a park in the city. i was almost seventeen (late bloomer) and the guy didn't even ask anything, just kissed me. i was surprised, i liked him, but that relationship didn't last that long. (about a month: he lived far away, never had time, and when he did have the time to see me he tried to force me into stuff. i said no. the end.)

best kiss: with my current boyfriend. i was his first..

So things are still going well with him? That's cool, I'm pleased for you. :)

yeah sure, last thursday we went to a concert on the day we'd been together for four months.. too bad we both have holidays now, but waaaaay too much work. ugh. i wish school was over already.

my first kiss was terrible!, my favourite kiss was when i was 13 and completely in love with this boy i had just met, he was dreamy!, and he kissed me completely spontaneously and it was amazing. He's gay now :(

Jennifer Herrema. No tongues though.

first kisses are so weird.

The first was about this crap thing in year 7 where everyone dated within the form. I found someone pretty special the next year but I can't say I can recall any kiss; the later ones were just her pulling away so I have nothing to write home about there.
Oh well, I can wait but I am getting impatient.

My first kiss, I'll share because I'm bored. I was sleeping over at my friend's house, he was on holiday with his folks and his sister invited me round. She was with her friend, who was a couple years younger than her. We just chilled out all night, sex wasn't really on my brain, we were all just friends. I went to sleep in the spare bed (in the same bedroom as these two girls) and the younger girl, (16, it was all legit) came and laid next to me. She was wearing this pink dressing gown and she tied our inside hands together with the pink fluffy belt. I was just drifting of to sleep when I felt my inside hand being tugged, she pulled my hand that was tied to her's and introduced me to her pussy. Slowly our hands crept under her knickers, it felt like a long way down to that playground. She untied our hands and climbed on top of me, we kissed for hours. In the morning my lips were bruised, we both went and joined Alex, (the older girl) in her double bed, where I laid there at my most happiest, feeling like some big guy from L.A with a chick on each arm.

Does your friend know about this encounter?

It was on a dirt trail in the South Carolina Marshes. We were looking over the tall grasses that lead to the bank of the Savannah river at a gorgeous panorama of the city. I was waxing poetic about beauty, fantasy, and American aesthetics. I recited lines from Whitman's "O Magnet-South!" She interrupted. "This is very lovely, but I need you to kiss me before you get too deep into it and I miss my chance."