i wish you luck with your writing and everything! here’s my own little first kiss story, i hope it suffices
we’d been dating for three days (i wanted to wait longer before kissing but oops), it was a sunday, and i was at his house for the day. we were in his bedroom with the door closed and the lights off and were watching some movies tho i was more distracted by the snuggling and how pretty he was. throughout the hours anytime i looked at him i swear he seemed like he wanted to kiss me, and at some points we were close to doing so but i got flustered and looked back at the tv. well eventually i was snuggled up against his chest and then he tilted my head up a little and kissed me. it was soft, but short as his mom came in to say something about lunch being ready (of course when she came in i blushed and moved away from him). then when she left he kissed me again and it was longer and perhaps even sweeter
also! the second guy i ever kissed, we went to a park near the baseball field (the whole team saw us walk over there though we went into the caged basketball court and our friends on the team teased us relentlessly afterwards), and for like an hour we just talked and whatnot. at some point we sat down on the court and were leaning against the fence. i was a little bored and wanted to fidget so i did two things: move a zipper on his backpack back and forth, and poke him (i made sure he was okay with it, dw). he didn’t have any reactions to it until he randomly said “if you do that again i’ll have to kiss you.” so i dared to poke him again, a few times just to be sure. and then he leaned forward and tilted his head a bit, as did i, and so we kissed
Not to out my self here but i am 19 and never been kissed this is fine but I am writing a book. There is aspects of romance in the book and I am asking any and everyone to give me your first kiss stories. Awkward beautiful idc give me anything and everything. Or don’t thanks!
i gathered the courage to look at it :D
its published now, i hope you lovlies enjoy!
it's called "is it so terrible to want to be loved?" and my account is WoodlandStars13
i’ve got a little fanfic i wrote last night while half-delusional and i’ll probably publish it tonight, i just need to work up the courage to look at the hot mess i made
isn’t it strange how you can deem something so precious and beautiful, yet to another it is anything but that?
the sky is overcast and they say it is cold and dull and ugly. yet you say that it is captivating, the way the clouds curve, the way the colors blend from earth and sky.
a person is trans and they say it is wrong and unjust. yet you say, “how wonderful it is that there are so many ways to be a person- to be alive!”
a poem, a story, a song, a piece of work that you yourself bled out from your beating heart- you hold it dear and it is glorious. yet they brush it aside, they say it was better left undone, better left in the despairing confines of a bin.
alas that there should be such distaste in the world that words of hate fall freely from peoples lips- they deem that they have no consequences, though the thorns bury deep and the wound may fester.
and so, my dear friends, though their words may be sharp and their tone unloving, adore what you adore. do not let their hate infect your heart. tred on life’s path with curiosity and wonder and love that overflows so that the burden of humanity upon this world is softened.