Describe your first kiss

[NormannTheDoorman]

Curious as to what compelled you to do such a thing. I've never kissed anyone before but I wish to know what went on in your brain.

Lust?
Curiosity?
Teh lulz?

 

[Red myst]

We were both 14, and it was a mutual curiosity to see what grownups got out of kissing. It was awkward, and a little taboo for our age. There was some anxiety about doing it right. We kept trying it and in a short time the awkwardness melted away as lust or passion set in. Then it was like we had been doing it all our lives. It was a very memorable summer. BTW, people's kissing styles are diffrent. So you never know what you are going to get.

 

[redbaron]

I was 9 and curious. Not sure if what we did really qualified as kissing but it was close enough. She was 12 so I'm not sure if that's sexual assault or something.

 

[EditorOne]

Terrifyingly, I can remember this, even though it was 1965. And I can remember being terrified. I can tell you it took me seven months of going to movies with this girl before I worked up the nerve, she pretty much melted in my arms when we finally kissed, and two weeks later I got a note in my locker telling me her mother wanted her to go out with other boys during the summer, ie., no more "going steady" in the terminology of the times.

Yes, a traumatic life experience. I still don't know if she broke up because the kiss was so bad or because the kiss was so good. And I'm damned if I'll ask her.

 

[Cavallier]

I don't remember how old I was but I remember my face being crushed by an overzealous kisser. I kept kind of pulling away a little so I wasn't getting bruised lips but he just kept pressing forward.

It was not all that bad really once I talked him into a more gentle approach. However, the whole time I could not get out of my head. I just sat there thinking about how odd it was to have my face pressed against someone else's face.

I did it out of curiosity and kind out of a sense of duty. The guy seemed to really like me and I wanted to know what it would feel like. As it turns out he thought it was true love. I had to tell him later that really it was just kind of boring for me. I wasn't really impressed.

 

[Cavallier]

Terrifyingly, I can remember this, even though it was 1965. And I can remember being terrified. I can tell you it took me seven months of going to movies with this girl before I worked up the nerve, she pretty much melted in my arms when we finally kissed, and two weeks later I got a note in my locker telling me her mother wanted her to go out with other boys during the summer, ie., no more "going steady" in the terminology of the times.

Yes, a traumatic life experience. I still don't know if she broke up because the kiss was so bad or because the kiss was so good. And I'm damned if I'll ask her.

Oh man, the mysteries of life.

 

[Cognisant]

I was 21, she was 26 but if you saw us kissing you might have though I was a pedophile since since I had a beard and she was asian.

It was my first time, she was cheating on her boyfriend, I kissed tentatively, she slipped me the tongue, security footage of us face sucking and groping through clothes is probably in a police archive somewhere...

Wouldn't be the worst footage they'd have of us either

 

[Puffy]

I was probably about 16-17. A friend who was also another friend's partner asked if she could speak to me alone, led me to a wood and took me by surprise. I liked her a little so it was mostly confusing as I felt I had an obligation to my other friend, but basically brief and awkward.

There was also a moment where I tried to break away, couldn't and realised my first kiss happened because I'd been overpowered by a girl and on that day I realised I'm a masochist which I was ok with.

 

[TimeAsylums]

5th grade, what age was that?

On the way home in a bus in Germany, this hot 7th grade emo girl, sat next to me, I guess I looked lonely or some shit, I didn't talk to people yet, then, she said "hey, want a kiss?" I don't know if I was annoyed at being brought out of my shell, or just surprised, but I think I managed to mumble a "sure?" So I got my first kiss.

Then my second, another girl, except in my grade, (both had cute freckles, and brunettes), got "jealous" and came to give me a kiss, then told me she had a dream about me getting off at her busstop with her...and I got another kiss!

Being a loner tho'.

 

[Helvete]

This is pretty sappy. I don't actually remember my first but I do the girl it was with and the feelings associated with it and some others who I liked very much (not simultaneously though, I'm not that lucky).

I would imagine it was from curiosity but like I said I don't remember. This has got me thinking though about the value of such things, as I know it would have meant a lot to me at the time and now it clearly is almost meaningless.

Anyway I said about some feeling which I'm not going to describe right now, I can't be bothered, go experience it yourself :P - something I noticed about it though with a different girlfriend who I was with for the longest time was that after a few weeks to a few months that feeling does dissipate and become an almost automatic, thoughtless process, which did become very boring indeed.

 

[Jennywocky]

I fell for someone in high school, we kind of started going out (we were both in band), and I wanted to but had been nervous and not sure how to start.

So while everyone was grabbing stuff and running out of the bandroom for the bus, I suddenly ended up being pressed against the wall and the lip-mashing commenced. Then we sat in the back of the bus, and well -- I was a zealous learner and we frenched the entire way to the football game and back, to the point where I felt sick to my stomach by the end of the night...

Kinda was thrown into the deep-end, but I treaded water with great aplomb until I learned the ropes. Week #2 involved sharing butterscotch candies. *doh*

More nuanced kissing came with years of practice. I kinda laugh at the intial learning experience.


... anyway, yeah, curiosity is one big factor for me. I'm always interested in "What something is like." And I want to explore and understand it.

 

[paradoxparadigm7]

I think I was 14 or there abouts. He was considered somewhat a "bad boy". He asked me to come outside and it was around dusk. I was curious what he wanted with me. I don't remember what we talked about but he got me in a dark alcove and pressed his body full on to mine and proceeded to french kiss me. I was very conflicted and torn. Afterall I was a "good girl" I remember melting and feeling all kinds of sexual urgings but I didn't know if I wanted to stop or continue.

After that incident, he told me I was his girlfriend and rode me on his bicycle. Fun times!

 

[The Introvert]

I was 16, she was 17.

We had planned to see a movie, but go figure, it was sold-out when we got there. So I drove her to our city park after dark. We snuck in, climbing over the locked gate. It was a clear winter night, and we sat hand-in-hand on a bench by the moonlight pond. It was cold enough for snow to fall lightly, and to see each nervous breath, but the water had not yet frozen (there was a fountain-pump anyway). I looked into her eyes, and just went for it. I knew she had a boyfriend before, so I figured she knew what was going on. It was pretty straight-forward, no major incidents. I saw her once more after that - we went sledding - but decided to go for a different girl I was talking to at the same time. No two-timing for 16-year old me, I guess.

 

[Lot]

I was 14, it was with my girlfriend/neighbor. I'm not sure what motivated me to do it. I just wanted to.

We were sitting on her front porch, cuddling. Then I asked if she wanted to make out. So we did. I remember thinking how strange her tongue tasted. I kept picturing in my mind what it must have looked like. I thought it was kinda boring and kinda cool.

 

[BrainVessel]

This thread has confirmed my inference that INTPf is just a Yahoo Answers for subjectively deeper folk.

 

[RadicalDreamer31]

This thread has confirmed my inference that INTPf is just a Yahoo Answers for subjectively deeper folk.

Not every thread is going to blow your mind. Go join Mensa forums if you need to be around intelligentsia who sniff their own farts.

On the playground in grade school... I was about 8 years old then.
New kid with a funny way of talking transferred in. People made fun, and ostracized this person. I spent my recesses with this person, because they were actually quite cute and not deserving of the treatment they received. A few weeks of this, and I was given a kiss on the playground in a kiddy play structure, you know the ones.

 

[Cherry Cola]

Like.. 9-10 at some party with classmates? Cause at all those parties at that age there were always social games revolving around kissing, at least where I'm from.

 

[Ex-User (9086)]

Maybe 11 maybe 12 years old. She was my closest friend and she took the initiative to try and I wasn't at that time fully aware to follow up. I remember focusing on it being soft and controlling to be delicate and fixing my reactions. Initial curiosity and a warm memory of being really close and open with someone.

 

[Architect]

I actually don't recall the first one in particular. Probably because the early ones were so experimental and non consequential I counted them as warm ups. Thinking on it, the first real one I'd consider was with a girl I still see occasionally (she checks us out at a local grocery store) who is probably an INFJ - my INFJ wife knows her pretty well by now as she does all the shopping actually.

It was ... hmmm middle school or maybe Freshman year of High School? At any rate she was attracted to my Ne warmth, which works for all the INFJ babes. She asked me out, and being more sophisticated than a little INTP newt we sat in a field and kissed. She also lifted up her shirt, but I hardly knew what to do. Women were still a theoretical construct, once she realized what a newb I was she lost interest.

That was probably the first real physical kiss, but the first real kiss was with another INFJ on our first date. It really was fireworks - the intensity and depth of her emotions blew me sky high, and I realized at that moment (subconsciously) that we were eventually going to get married, which we did. It was on the porch of an old house she was renting a room from at the end of our first date, I was so startled I had to break it off. We established a Vulcan mind-meld in that moment. Anyhow ...

 

[paradoxparadigm7]

That was probably the first real physical kiss, but the first real kiss was with another INFJ on our first date. It really was fireworks - the intensity and depth of her emotions blew me sky high, and I realized at that moment (subconsciously) that we were eventually going to get married, which we did. It was on the porch of an old house she was renting a room from at the end of our first date, I was so startled I had to break it off. We established a Vulcan mind-meld in that moment. Anyhow ...

Maybe I'm feeling particularly sentimental but that touched my heart It goes to show how intensity of feeling expressed in the physical can be overwhelming and you have to break it off to get your bearings. Anyhow...

 

[EditorOne]

This thread has confirmed my inference that INTPf is just a Yahoo Answers for subjectively deeper folk.

Is that a good thing or bad thing?

 

[BrainVessel]

Is that a good thing or bad thing?

Both.

 

[Architect]

Maybe I'm feeling particularly sentimental but that touched my heart It goes to show how intensity of feeling expressed in the physical can be overwhelming and you have to break it off to get your bearings. Anyhow...

Yeah it was pretty amazing. I mean I didn't know we'd get married, but I felt it. Really was the Vulcan mind-mate thing, I've got to look up the name of that.

I just was thinking too, coincidentally our first house was a block away from that old house and where we had our son (in a hospital of course)*. Unfortunately that first house being so old was a mess, but the upside was I sold it at the peak of the bubble and invested the proceeds well. So oddly enough that little area played a big part of our lives. Odd how that works out sometimes.

* More heart warming stories, when we brought our son home for the first time somebody saw us out in the street. I was too frazzled to notice, but later we found out (I can't recall how we knew this) that it was a local Episcopalian priest who was touched by it somehow and worked the small encounter into a Sermon. Even later we went to that church in an attempt to reconcile with religion - I thought maybe Episcopalian would suit us better than Catholicism (no it didn't, but it's a beautiful old church). At any rate life weaves in and out in odd ways sometimes.

 

[ddspada]

I was 18, so was she.
At my high school a "stolen kiss day" tradition has been established. I took advantage of it.
At the time I was interested in powerlifting and did my very best to increase strength, including giving piggyback rides to a willing friend while walking laps around a track. It was pretty fun and pretty silly, too. It's a surprisingly confortable way of having a conversation, though, if the person is physically comfortable. Often they would become tired before I (how does that make any sense?) and the conversation would take a different tone and direction.
On Stolen Kiss Day, I asked a girl whom I considered gorgeous, and still do, to allow me to give her a piggyback ride (not quite expecting her to accept). She accepted.
Most people become quite stiff and rigid when being the jockey, but I noticed she was very relaxed after just a couple of minutes. Her body felt very soft. She was hugging me, not just holding on to me. She leaned her head on mine, from behind, and I did the same. We were cuddling in a most unusual fashion. The conversation flowed quite smoothly, and got more intimate than I would have expected.
When the ride was over, I just went for it. It must've lasted some ten seconds. She looked surprised but not one bit mad. Classes were already over; we walked together toward the school gate and said goodbye with a quick peck on the lips.

 

[TimeAsylums]

we
attempt to reconcile with religion
suit us better

<bemused>

*flashes back to the religion thread Archie started*
*"No, I never have ever struggled with religion"*

<Wonders if this was...because of your INFJ? (attempting to reconcile with religion?)

or...a brief lapse in your sanity?

or...?

 

[TimeAsylums]

kill me

sum1 plz fix the quote ]

thank you

 

[Cavallier]

Such emotion! I feel a little left out. I don't recall a single kiss in my life that ever felt like much of anything to me. Nothing transformative at least.

The first kiss I shared with my husband I initiated. I remember kissing his forhead, cheeks. Kissing his neck. All very gently before kissing his mouth. He was trembling but I felt grounded. I held him tightly. It was a moving experience but there were no mind blowing fireworks. There never has been. Instead there was strength, deeply felt trust, and I could put down roots with this man. We could grow together and strengthen each other.

I don't know if I am sad that firey passion isn't something I've experienced or relieved. The relationships with lots of passion never seem to end well.

 

[NormannTheDoorman]

Such emotion! I feel a little left out. I don't recall a single kiss in my life that ever felt like much of anything to me. Nothing transformative at least.

The first kiss I shared with my husband I initiated. I remember kissing his forhead, cheeks. Kissing his neck. All very gently before kissing his mouth. He was trembling but I felt grounded. I held him tightly. It was a moving experience but there were no mind blowing fireworks. There never has been. Instead there was strength, deeply felt trust, and I could put down roots with this man. We could grow together and strengthen each other.

I don't know if I am sad that firey passion isn't something I've experienced or relieved. The relationships with lots of passion never seem to end well.

At least you had a kiss.

 

[mrrhq]

Describe your first kiss

It was okay, just a teenage girl I met who wanted to try it with me on the bus.
Not like she really fell in love with me or anything.

 

[Ex-User (5841)]

Spoiler

She had a mustache.

 

[Hermes]

Curious as to what compelled you to do such a thing. I've never kissed anyone before but I wish to know what went on in your brain.

Lust?
Curiosity?
Teh lulz?

A milestone every man must achieve
The time it takes you to achieve this
Inversely related to your confidence

 

[The Introvert]

Spoiler

She had a mustache.

 

[johnzendrac16]

Nervousness and curiosity!

 

[Lacplesis]

Euphoria, or the closest moment to it in my life that's passed anyway. Darn, it lasted only a few seconds, but man, it felt awesome.

I guess I am one of the lucky ones who actually very much liked their partner for first kiss, making it all that much better, because well it just doesn't feel the same with someone I only just met and have no feelings towards.