One of my favorite stories is my first kissing scene with Linda Gray.
There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.
I waited for my first kiss.
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
A maiden's first kiss cometh hard, yea, it is as the first olive out of a bottle, requiring much skill; but the rest are easy.
I suspect any serious reader has a first great book, just the way anybody has a first kiss.
This girl said "Yes" when I wasn't ready. I kissed her lightly and got so dizzy I had to sit down.
The first kiss plummeted him down a hole and popped him out into a world he thought he could get along in—as if he’d been pulling hard the wrong way and was now turned around headed downstream.
I was 13 and at summer camp when I had my first kiss.
The first kiss I had was the most disgusting thing in my life. The girl injected about a pound of saliva into my mouth, and when I walked away I had to spit it all out.