What kiss meant the most to you?

In My Humble Opinion
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What is your favorite kissing story? Was it a sweet, innocent kiss, or was it full of passion and all the rest? Are you still with that person, or have you not seen them since? What makes it so special? Please, share your stories :slight_smile:

Mine would be Scott. A few years back, I’d just started at McDonalds, and he was already working there. We became friends, we’d all laugh together, joke around, hang out on the weekends sometimes. I was falling for him fast. But nothing ever happened. We’d flirt, but when it came down to it, neither of us wanted to make the first move. So one night my mom couldn’t pick me up after closing, and I had no ride home. Nobody there had a car, we were all walking. In different directions at 1 am in the morning. I live in a pretty safe town, but my manager flipped out and said he wouldn’t allow me to walk home alone in the middle of the night. (But it was okay for the other 2 closers to walk alone, because they were guys and all. Like I couldn’t handle my own!) So Scott, instead of walking to his house, told me he was walking me home, and then he’d go back to his house. By the time he backtracked, it would be a good 2 hours before he got home. So we started the trek home, and it immediately started raining. Instead of going for shelter, we stood in the rain, and danced, and acted all stupid. I started to fall, because I was laughing so hard mostly, and he caught me. Our eyes clicked, I stood up, and we kissed. It wasn’t raw and passionate, but it was those months of built up desire, and it was awesome. As we stood in the rain, it was one of the best moments in my life. I’m still friends with him, though I see him less frequently than I used to. We hang out every now and then, and he visits me at work sometimes when I’m stuck closing. And when we part, we still kiss goodbye, just like we used to while we were together. The sparks still fly, and I can’t help but smile as I think back to that rainy streetcorner.

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Well I have had two that are very memorable, but you did only ask for one so… I was living on a small Air Force base with my family, and was very much in love with an airman named John. I was all of 16 at the time, he was 21. We lived on opposite ends of the base (housing for married personnel and barracks for singles). It was Christmas Eve and I walked halfway, to meet him, as did he. We met along this small creek by the forest on the side of the base.It was snowing, huge white snowflakes falling softly on us. We were both wearing those huge parkas with fur trimmed hoods. He put his arms around me and we kissed. His lips were soft and warm. We just stood there and kissed,it seemed like time stood still. He was my first love, but my parents felt he was too old for me, and sent me to another city to live with grandparents, so I never saw him again. I have thought about this night many times. Thanks Pammipoo, I needed that!! :slight_smile: :wink:

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For me it would have to be a girl named Dana, who I met in person after communicating by phone and e-mail for almost five months. We had dinner, and I was so nervous I could hardly speak. She looked so cool and relaxed, it just tensed me up even more. So we had what could have been a very bad date, which would have probably been our only one had things run their course. I drove her to her car, intending to part ways thereafter, and something funny happened. In the Annapolis Mall parking lot, lit only by cold overhead flourescents, we clicked. Seriously. We stood in that parking lot for almost two hours, both of us occasionally saying, “Wow, I should go,” but neither one making any serious move to do so. Finally we ran out of things to say, and I kissed her, not because I wanted to at that moment, but because I had to. I was still as tense as ever, but I have never been as certain of anything as I was that I had to kiss her at that moment. If I could have bottled that moment, I would be content for the rest of my life. The rest is anticlimactic; we dated for about a month, and it was nice, but no moment we ever had together ever equaled that first one. None ever could.

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I loved her. Still do, really.

She was in the hospital, she’d hurt her back. Broken it, actually. There was question as to whether she’d be able to walk after the surgery to repair the break.

I guess I was 18. I’d been in love with her for years already, but had never spoken of it. Not to her. She was too close to perfect in my eyes. And, I knew already. I wasn’t the man for her, but I wanted to be.

When I found out how serious her injury was, I quit my job. I quit and went to the hospital, and stayed by her side almost non-stop for days on end.

I remember it as if were yesterday. She was uncomfortable, so I stood by her bed, and mopped her brow with a damp rag. She was beautiful. I was soon to leave, to go home and shower and change.

Why I did it, I’ll never know.

I bent down, and kissed her on the forehead. One time. Lightly. I knew that it would be the only time I would ever kiss her, and it tasted like tears.

When she looked up at me, I think she knew. When I think back, something in her eyes changed. Maybe my pain was visible in my eyes as I looked down upon her. Maybe simple gratitude in her eyes changed to pity in the reflection of my unshed tear. To this day I don’t know.

At the same time, that was the best kiss and the worst kiss of my life.

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You guys are making me sad.

Here goes…it’s me and one of my (at the time) best friends,Kurt. We’were at his house and he was consoling me-one of my next boyfriends had just announced his engagement-to the woman I caught him with but that’s another thread.

We’re sitting on his couch and he’s hugging me. He pulls away a little,looks into my eyes and says " A woman like you shouldn’t cry over that bastard. You deserve better." Then he puts his hand on my cheek to wipe away my tears and I notice his hand is shaking.

He leans in and kisses me-we used to hug and kiss hello and goodbye-and this is more. I can feel his lips quiver.(sigh) I remember putting a hand on his chest and feeling his heart racing.

We ended up getting engaged about 6 months later-called that off but still are close.

:::wipes eyes:::

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I used to date a guy that I loved more than I have ever been able to express. I still do in some strange way. He wasn’t the nicest guy in the world. Not a “bad” guy, just not very nice–to me anyway. Long story. Why did I love him? Who knows? I certainly don’t.

Anyway, we had walked from campus to this deli to get something to drink and were walking back. It was nighttime–probably about 9:30pm. We were holding hands and walking slowly, not really talking. We stopped under a streetlight and he just turned to me, put one hand under my chin, tilted my head back, looked at me with those amazingly intense eyes (the thought of them still causes my heart to jump) and said, “Do you know that I love you?” As my brain reeled and my heart threatened to jump out of my chest, he bent down and kissed my lips very softly. I can still remember how he smelled, how he looked and how sounded that night.

We dated off and on for years and most of the time it was pretty ugly but that is one moment in my life I will never, ever forget. I wish I knew where he was and what he was doing now.

Thanks Pammipoo!

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MrCynical, dude, don’t do that shit. I’m fucking crying here.

everyone else had great stories too.
and no, I’m not going to share with ya’ll

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My girlfriend contracted HIV through a bad transfusion a few years ago. It was the start of many months of hospital visits, middle-of-the-night vomiting sessions, and therapy (for me). I did what I could for her, but inevitably it put a strain on our relationship and my sanity. As her condition began to worsen, I freaked out at the possibilty of her dying on me. She sort of knew what I was going through so she suggested that we take a break from each other and she would move to live with her aunt. I said that would give me enough time to get my act together and I would be ready to take care of her again.

Anyway, the night she was to move away, I asked her if there was anything else I could do for her in the meantime. She said “Just kiss me, like we used to.” I was a little hesitant, but I did, gently and full on her lips. We had stopped all intimate contact for months and so it felt a little strange. But it was good.

A week later, I got a call from her aunt. My girlfriend had passed away suddenly in the night.

I didn’t know what to think. One of the first things that came into my mind was that last kiss we shared. It took me 4 years to get ready for another serious relationship. And the one thing that runs through my mind when I kiss my present girlfriend is ‘Pay attention, you never know if this is the last time you’ll ever kiss her’.

Too morbid? Sorry…

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Whenever I see my best friend (she and I go months 'tween seeing each other), I always give her a quick peck. That, shared between quite platonic friends, means more to me than any kiss I’ve shared with anyone else (not like I’m exactly a love-machine, anyway).

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::: muttering to himself … I will not be a downer on this thread … I will not be a downer on this thread :::

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Her name was Kym. I loved her madly. Not that many people liked her, as she rubbed some folks the wrong way. At times, she didn’t treat me very well. At times, I didn’t treat her very well either. We were living together off and on for 4 years.

I asked her to marry me one night(a clear sign of temporary insanity). She said yes. It was a beautiful moment. The following kiss was the best and most meaningful of my life.

We never married. Just as well. The entire time we lived together, she was, technically, married to someone else. Our relationship soured. And at the end, we were pretty nasty to each other.

But I will always remember that night fondly.

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Okay, because of my fairly repressed life, I don’t really have any personal stories to tell, but my favorite kissing story concerns the ending of “Cinema Paradiso.”

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The movie concerns the projectionist of a small town and a young boy he takes under his wing. But there is also a censor in town who removes all the “objectionable” material from the movies; mostly kissing scenes and trashes them.

At the end of the film we see the young boy as a man having grown up and attending the funeral of the projectionist who had taken him in. He discovers that the old man had left a present for him before he died. It’s a roll of film which he watches by himself in the empty theater. The old man had secretly kept every snatch of film that the censor had cut out and spliced them all together to create a smorgasbord of romance as a final victory.

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His name was Giuseppe. He was a fine hitman, but he betrayed the Rigatoni family by purchasing that Britney Spears album. I had no choice but to give him the kiss of death.

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It was just about 5 years ago, on my birthday. (Whoo hoo!) I was still living with my mom, and I had a bunch of people over, guys and girls, to play an RPG (Werewolf I think). I flirted with J all night, and she flirted back, and then the game ended and we laid out the futons and sleeping bags and whatnot. We were all still goofing around, and at some point my buddies who were hogging the big futon got bumped off and J snagged it and asked me to join her. We spent the rest of the night hugging and kissing and giggling. :D:D:D The next day when we all went to Great America me and J were permanently attached at the lips. One of the guys actually asked me, “So, dude, what’s up with you and J?” Everyone else seemed to figure it out…

We had a couple of rough spots, but now we are getting married. :smiley: We already have a cranky cat, so we’re in for the long haul.

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What kiss meant the most to me? None of them.

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We were on the beach, at night. Full moon dancing on the waves, no one else around. We had brought a few picnic items with us. We were eating grapes. I put a grape between my lips and kissed her. She took the grape into her mouth. I kissed her again, and she passed the grape back to me, intact. I moved the grape between my teeth, leaned over her, and as I kissed her, bit into the grape, so that the juice flowed into her mouth. She drank it down.

I tell some people that story, and they respond with an “ewwww” or a “gross!” But for me that was pretty blissful.

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Gawd! I’m bawling here! Your stories are almost too much.

I’ve decided to just think about before Hubby for this thread. There’s too many with him.

Jeff was the first boy that I ever kissed, but that’s another story. We went together off and on for years. He lived right across the street from me and was a really good kisser. We were good friends even when we weren’t going together. One evening when I was 16, he was kissing me in the stairwell from his basement to his garage. (He has 5 brothers so sometimes it was hard to find a place for privacy.) I was sitting on the edge of the garage floor with my feet hanging in the stairwell and he was at the right height to look me right in the eyes. He’s at least a head taller than me usually. I knew that night while he was kissing me that I was crazy in love with him. Crazy being the important word there. I was way too young to be that in love. Obviously, we broke up and then he joined the Army and I went away to college. I have hardly seen him since. One of my very best friends married his brother though so I get to hear stories about him.

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Mine is kind of odd, and I should preface it with the disclaimer that I love my husband more than anyone in the world. He’s my hero, my best friend, my greatest frustration and my dishwasher.

Anyhoo.

We’ve been married for six years. About three years ago, my husband and I went to a party at our friends house. It was a little wild, it got out of control with girls flashing people and guys running around naked, everybody drunk, singing too loud. (which may be great in highschool or college, but lord, we’re almost thirty here and all married) So my Boy left me to go have a smoke on the balcony and I was sitting by myself on the couch.

I looked up and some guy, not necessarily cute, not hideous, just a guy, was walking over to me, talking frantically to some girl. I smiled at them and he nodded. Then, he came over and crouched beside me and said,

“Wait, you’ve got something on your cheek” and brushed at my cheek with two fingers. Then, out of nowhere, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck like some movie scene and pulled my face to his, and kissed me hard on the mouth, just a little bit of tongue. He pulled away in a couple of seconds and smiled. “Thanks,” he said, “I was just showing my friend what a stolen kiss was.”

I was flushed, I was trembling, I was hot and nervous and giggly, blushing. And as I sat there and recovered I realized that I was married, and that I would never have that nervous, tingly giggly feeling again. The feeling of kissing someone for the first time, seeing how your lips fit together, what their style is. I would never have that new, exciting experience. I was married and I was going to be kissing the same man for the rest of my life. It would be wonderful, and comfotable and full of love and desire, but it would also be relatively predictable. I know how he tastes, and how his lips and tongue feel. And he knows mine. We’re locked, forever. And no matter how great that is, because we love each other, it’s still sort of final and monumental to realize.

I looked over at my husband and he smiled at me. He was laughing. The guy who kissed me was talking to him, apparently apologizing profusely because he didn’t realize I was married.

Later we talked about it and laughed and I said that the whole situation was very exciting, but I hoped he wasn’t upset since, really, I had no way to know it was going to happen. He said it was a funny story, that he loved the look on my face after it happened and I shouldn’t worry about it because,

“a kiss, that’s nothing.”

How little he knew.

jarbaby

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There was a girlfriend of mine a few years back and she was this cute, short, petite little sweetie, but we were having an argument, which neither of us were winning and which later I found she initiated to see if I’d get jealous.

Well, it ended when she turned around just as I was getting really all fired up, grabbed me and gave me the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life!

I mean, it actually made me all weak in the knees, something I’d only heard about on TV and figured was BS!

I figure we both won the argument. She was pleased to discover I could get jealous and I was pleased to discover she had some hidden passions I never knew about.

Damn! Whatta kiss!! Wooooooooo! Hoooooooooooo! Yowser!!! :smiley: :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

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This isn’t romantic, but the kisses that meant the most to me were the baby kisses I got from my daughters when they were small.

Kitten kisses are nice, too.