So I was drunk out of my mind and hooked up with this guy at a party. The next day he comes to my room (looking so adorable, too–I was carrying quite the torch for this guy) and he apologizes for kissing me while we were drunk. Later that night (while totally sober) he kissed me again. It was so fantastic.
Then two weeks later he dumped me because he wasn’t “ready for a relationship this intense yet.” Now he’s dating another girl.
Our wedding day.
He kissed me gently on the cheek. We decided on that beforehand because if we had kissed on the lips, it would have been a tonsillectomy and they would have had to physically pull us apart. 
I could see the emotion on his face and feel the love in his heart. That was the most wonderful kiss of my life: the moment we knew we were one, forever.
I think I have two. One was simply for the atmosphere. My boyfriend and I had gone to the beach with some friends in the middle of the night. He and I wandered offand started walking barefoot, hand in hand, along the surf. The waves were breaking over our legs, but neither of us cared. Suddenly he stopped wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. It felt like something out of a movie. sigh
The other one had more emotional value. This was the night of the day that I got “kicked out of school” for emotional stuff. My parents were threatening to have me sent away or to get him arrested for statutory rape. They didn’t want me to see him because they blamed him for all my problems. So I called him up and he heard in my voice that something was wrong so he told me he would be over in 20 minutes. And he was. I told my parents I was going for a walk, and I stood outside crying in his arms for a long time. I soaked his shirt through. When I was somewhat composed I looked up at him and our eyes met. He took his fingers and brushed the tears off my cheeks. Then he brought his face down and barely brushed my lips with his. The emotion of it got to me and I started crying again, and asking him if it might be our last kiss. His only response was to kiss me again. 
Have I ever mentioned that I love him?
Well my little girl has always preferred my husband to me. I guess he doesn’t make her brush her hair, teeth, take a bath … all these things she hates and I’m the one who insists they get done everyday. Anyway, she always refused to hold hands with me all that stuff you figure a mother and child would share.
One night after we were all in bed and the lights were dimmed, I heard little footsteps coming my way. Well, I pretended to be sleeping to see what she was up to. Much to my surprise she strechted over my side of the bed, kissed me on the cheek and quickly ran back to her own bed. I have no idea what got into her but it was definatly one of the sweetest kisses ever given to me by anyone.
I have known Martin since kindergarten. We have been best friends for at least the last 15 years. We would talk on the phone for hours, every single day all through high school. Sometimes I’d pick the phone up to call him, and he’d be there already, having just called me, but the phone didn’t have a chance to ring. To this day we can finish each others sentences, and I always know what he’s thinking. We never dated, even though everyone thought we should. I have always loved him though, and I think always will.
When we were 18, he decided to move from New York City to San Francisco. I wanted to go with him, but my mother was very against it, so I didn’t go.
After a few months of all night long distance phone calls, he was finally coming back for a visit. It was the night before Thanksgiving, and I picked him up from the airport. He wanted to surprise his mother by showing up unexpectedly at Thanksgiving dinner, so he was staying at my house that night. We went out to a diner that night, and I told him everything. I told him I loved him, that I had loved him for years, and he told me the same. We held hands across the table, and walked back to my house hand in hand.
It was very late, and we were both tired. I let him sleep in my room (I had to sleep on the couch, I still lived at home), and when we said goodnight, we kissed. It was a long and wonderful kiss, a kiss I had dreamed about for years. A kiss I will never forget. And a kiss that would never happen again.
The next day, we both acted like nothing had happened. To this day, I don’t know why…maybe we were both scared, maybe we both knew deep down a long distance relationship wouldn’t work at 18, maybe we were afraid of ruining our friendship.
Now, almost 10 years later, we are still best friends, still call and email each other almost daily, and we still have never discussed what happened that night in my bedroom. We probably never will.
Rose
How about the time the cutest, most outgoing girl who ever showed an interest in me was standing there at my door about to leave, saying something along the lines of, “I’m not sure but I wonder if I should kiss you,” while I stand there stunned like a lobotomized deer caught in the headlights, completely ignoring the numerous angels flying about my head screaming in my ear “WE’VE TALKED IT OVER, AND WE BELIEVE IT IS CERTAINLY WITHIN YOUR RIGHT AT THIS POINT TO ANSWER HER IN THE AFFIRMATIVE, YOU FOOL!”
She disappeared off the face of the earth soon after that.
Y’know, sometimes I kick myself over that one.
The most wonderful kiss that I ever had, boy that is a tough one. I have had many memorable kisses. The first time I kissed the love of my live was on New Years Eve of 1982. My little brother, her little sister, she, and I. We had been playing poker and as midnight approached I cajoled her into kissing me. But the most memorable had to be at her Prom. I was in my US Air Force uniform and she was absolutely stunning in her dress. I held her on the dance floor and kissed her, this was a big deal for me. I was not and still am not into public displays of affection. Or the first time I came home on leave from the Air Force and she saw me sitting in the parking lot of her apartment complex, she came running up to my car and hugged me and we kissed. Kissing her was always so special to me, she made me feel so good about myself and life. No one else has ever lit the fire in me like she did. Unfortunately we separated and drifted apart, I hadn’t seen her in over 16 years until recently. That fire was reignited all over again, except that we are both with others now. Oh to only be able to go back in time. Are you happy now SoMoMom you got me to post.
Mine is one of two times I’ve ever felt the earth move. The first was when my wife at the time told me, after a year of trying, that she was pregnant. The second was years earlier, with a girl that I met in college. The second or third time I was around her, I looked at her and something clicked in my head and I knew I had to get to know this person. I did and we became close friends, but she was a beautiful, fun blonde and always had another guy in her life. She’s one of those people that’s almost never alone… she breaks up one day and is with someone else the next. (I really can’t stand those people, btw. 'cept her). It was just never me. I couldn’t tell her about my feelings because I knew we both thought the friendship was priceless.
Eventually I transferred to another college and told her how I felt. She broke down in tears and wouldn’t let me console her because she didn’t want me to see her in that state, so I left [pretty stupid of me, I guess]. What little hope I had that she felt even a speck of what I felt died. Years passed and we stayed pretty close friends, although we rarely saw each other. I had hoped my feelings would begin to fade, but I only fell deeper and deeper in love with her, because she was really coming into her own, realizing all the potential I knew she had.
One day I’m back in town and we get together. At this point in time, she’s still engaged and seeing her is kind of this obligation I want to get overwith quickly, because it’s painful for me to actually be in her presence, to see her face and body, how she moves and laughs… just hearing her voice over the phone was hard enough. So we get some ice cream, talk, and she drops me off at my house. I walk around to the driver’s side and say good night. Out of nowhere, she smiles and says, “Come here, you” and reaches behind my head, pulls me to her, and kisses me on the lips. I’m totally shocked, and after a few seconds I pull back and ask what that was all about [stupid? yes. but keep in mind that I’m profoundly dumbstruck]… she says, “The sexual tension’s been driving me crazy.” She puts the car in gear and drives off.
This story doesn’t end happily, but I will say that my perception of the entire world, of who I was and how other people saw me, changed in that instant. I’ve never had another love, or another kiss, like that.
I hope that means that they were all so wonderful, you couldn’t choose one particular kiss. That’s what it means, right?
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You people are making me cry…Damn I’m too sensitive here!!
Well there are a lot of moments and a lot of kisses that I know I will never be able to forget, even if they do all blend into a big warm, loving-feeling smudge of memory. It was all with my first boyfriend, my first love. I still love him, much as I wish I could get over him because he has a girlfriend that he seems to be so happy with…
It was our first kiss. He had asked me out on Wednesday, after school, after spending an hour and a half on a cold bench, in the rain with me. He was a good friend, but I didn’t know what to say, so I told him I’d think about it. This was Saturday, at our Winter Formal. I didn’t want to dance, I am fully aware that I can’t dance, but he wasn’t about to let me do that. So a slow song came on “Music of My Heart” by Gloria Estefan and NSync. I grumbled that our first slow song just had to be NSync but I let him drag me out onto the dance floor. As I curled up against his chest I realized something. I realized that I really could come to love this boy, despite everything that had been tormenting me for the past few days, despite what everyone thought and despite his slightly egotistical attitude. So I stood up on tiptoe and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. It wasn’t anything special, I’m sure that we’ve kissed better dozens of times but I’ll never forget how that first kiss made me feel.
Kitty
The kisses that mean the most are the first kisses of each new relationship. I still get a little burst of adrenaline when I think about it
Robin
I am hoping to kiss a girl that I have been getting close to for the last couple of months. I have had several girlfriends, and they have all be great.
But, this girl is much different than the normal “Wow, she looks good, I wanna fuck her” thing. Way beyond that, actually, I wouldn’t do that, she is much too pristine. There are so many things we have in common, andI have no clue what to do about it because of several variables that have been thrown into the situation…blasted variables…
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It would be the second time I ever kissed a guy - I had made out with a few girls at school but it was never quite right, which started me worrying I might be gay. Then a friend of my older brother’s kissed me at one of his parties when I was about 15 and there was lots of tongue which was really gross, so obviously I was relieved and quite convinced that I was straight after all . . .
Then just after that I met this guy called Georgie who was two years older than me and sooo cute - I’d been hanging out with him for about two weeks and one night on our way home he pushed me back into a doorway and I knew he was going to kiss me. When he did it was the first time I ever got that weird electrical shooty feeling in your gut that you get after a good kiss, and I started crying because I totally knew then that I was in love with him, and he was stroking my face with his thumbs.
Too cute - even now I’m getting twinges in the whole groinular area thinking about him, sigh
The first kiss I recieved from someone as he got off the plane. It wasn’t long or passionate, or one of those time stopping kisses. It wasn’t expected at the time (though it was most welcome) and it put me on cloud nine for most of the rest of the day.
The first kiss my little boy gave me of his own accord.
Evnglion, you have summed up almost exactly what I have been thinking for weeks now! She is simply incredible…smart, astoundingly beautiful, and funny.
The anticipation of getting to know someone better, the idea that you could have so much in common yet still have differences that would enrich your life…it’s almost unbearable! But in a good, heart in your throat sort of way 
So, the kiss that means the most to me would be the one I am dreaming of…
The kiss that meant the most to me?
Well, I sure hope it will be the one tomorrow during or after my second date with a truly wonderful woman.
Ack! Must… not… get… too… invested… into… someone… after… only… one… date…
It was lunchtime during my junior year in high school. I was in the library, talking to a friend who was working on something. As he was working away, I noticed her talking to her friends and they were all bugging her to do something quickly before the end of the lunch period. The bell rings and she begins to approach. I figured my friend was going to be in for a big surprise when she comes up to me and kisses me. It felt like an hour went by and when she stepped back, I was literally dizzy. I had a huge crush on this girl for over a year. Too bad she had a boyfriend at the time who was out of town. I still think about her.
I would have to say that my most memorable was my very first french kiss. I was about 14 at the time and had had a huge crush on a girl that I had met through some friends.
Through a series of events, we discovered that we had some things in common, and I started going to her house after school, just to hang out and listen to music.
About 2 weeks of this and the need to kiss her (as well as a need to kiss ANYone, 14 and still a kissing virgin, my friends hardly let me live it down!) pushed me to overcome my massive shyness and take the chance while saying goodbye one evening.
It was the worst kiss I’ve ever been involved in, I was so self conscious afterward, but it was an overwhelming and incredible experience at the same time. So incredible, that while riding my skateboard home, it was all I could think about and I didn’t see the van until it hit me.
Couple minutes later, I come to, and my first action is to feel my lips to make sure her kiss was still there.
Then I went and got my sneaker from the middle of the street.