First kiss

Wet, sloppy and disappointing.

Disappointing, a bit rough so that he seemed to be all teeth!

Bit wet I think on the bus going to a choir festival.

With next door neighbour's son, behind the shed. Not the best kiss I ever had.

He was 18, I was 13, my mum wasn't happy!

No Prince Charmings for you ladies then? I remember my first kiss; it was soft and sensual. I was 5, she was 7, Ah I remember it well.

I can't remember how old I was or who the boy was but what I do remember was his tongue going into my mouth which I thought was revolting (and still do) - that put me off him completely! So, not a good experience for a first kiss.

Now the second kiss (different boy), well, that was rather nice

Meant to add that I can remember the second boy's name and we were both 14/15.

I was kissed on the cheek a few times by my 'boyfriend' aged 6-7.
My first 'proper' kiss was at 13 it was quiet pleasant but the earth didn't move

I was amazed when a couple of friends told me that their DHs were the only boyfriends they had ever had, they started going out age 14 or 15 at school and married in their late teens.

My first kiss was lovely, I was about 15, but he ditched me for someone a year older with more promise, if you know what I mean!

I was 7, it was at his 8th birthday party. It was utterly revolting, wet, soppy and teeth. I actually left the party I case he came back for seconds

Fortunately, it didn't mark me for life

After our first date (we'd been to the cinema), my very first boyfriend escorted me to the end of the cul-de-sac where I lived and lunged in for a kiss. It was dark, he misjudged, and it ended up somewhere on my neck and sort of slid down...

Oh, the embarrassment!

9 August 1961 in a Paris suburban park with an English girl. Must have been mutually satisfying because the exercise was repeated nightly until she returned to London on 20 August.

Ballroom dancing lessons, his name was Raymond. I was 13, he was 15. It was dreadful, toothy and dribbly. I have never been able to bond with anyone called Raymond ever since!

On an evening coach trip to Blackpool illuminations with my friend`s youth club in 1960. On the way back, someone had the bright idea of swapping seats so that each girl was sitting with a boy. Mine was called Arnold, rather nice, as was his kissing, but as we made a date for the following Saturday and he never turned up, maybe he wasn`t as nice as I thought!

His name was Graham , I was 13 and so was he. It was raining and it was wonderful so romantic .....the rain dripping from the umbrella down my neck. I thought he was my Prince Charming. The kiss was very chaste,on the mouth , lips tightly clenched. My great romance lasted until the holiday ended about another week. In the following years I practised a lot more and so hopefully did he , never saw or heard from him again ....just think of what might have been.

I was 14 and had admired him from afar at the local youth club. My friend had a party, invited him and we played Postmans Knock. By a miracle, when he was Postman, my number came up and he kissed me in the dark dingy hallway. I thought I was in seventh heaven as he was obviously an experienced kisser. However, after The Kiss, he said 'You're supposed to open your mouth when you kiss, stupid!' I was mortified...

We were both thirteen and it was really nice. So nice in fact I couldn't wait for my fourteenth birthday party so we could play 'Spin The Bottle' with the lights off - and cheat!!

We were both at boarding school, hence the wait.

Oh dear....I can't remember

I can. I was on a French exchange in Brittany.
It was a Dr's son named Henri Pitois. Known as ToTo.
We were both about 16

It was a sloppy wet kiss and put me off kissing for years!
Still not that keen?
Prefer a cuddle (some chance of either)

Mine was a boy called Bernard. It was in the Royal Liverpool Children's Hospital around 1974. I was nearly 10 years old. I was in for a heart operation, him the same I think. We used to play on our toy boxes, which had wheels on, around the ward. I had yet to have my operation but for some reason this one particular evening he was wired up to heart monitors. I wanted him to come over to my bed but he said he couldn't because of the wires so I crept over to his, avoiding Sister at her desk. I tiptoed over and at the side of his bed, bent over and kissed him, lips closed, and then scooted back to my bed. It was all quite innocent and lovely. I did, however, see him for years after in the out-patients department at our follow up appointments.

I was 16 and he was called Gary Sunderland, from another school in the Stockport area. I felt this sensation in my stomach as he kissed me which nearly caused me to faint. Hmmmm.

Can't remember - there were so many (kissers that is!)