Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Fuck yeah kissing, site of the day

I'm a desperate romantic, so when I found fuck yeah kissing I feel in love. Fuck yeah Kissing is a site where people can email in pictures of themselves or others kissing, and stories about passionate moments. some of it is just heart melting:



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"I was always the boys best friend. In my sophomore year of high school I met the boy that shook my world. We told stupid jokes that no one understood, but we got each other. We were terribly comfortable together. He’d always tell me how hot this girl or that was. He revealed his deepest darkest secrets. I don’t know when I realized all I wanted was him. It may have been the day we laid on his bed, holding hands and listening to The Submarines. I felt infinite. I told him once how I always regretted this one moment in my life where I had the opportunity to dance but I didn’t. I didn’t want to feel foolish. He then asked me to dance. I loved him, and he had no clue. One day when his family was gone we stole a bottle of wine. I had never had a drink before in my life, and I was so giggly. We laid of his bed, laughing and laughing. He kissed me that day. I loved him and he was drunk, and I was there. He realized later I was the best thing he ever had going, but that didn’t stop him from breaking my heart. It’s been over a year and a half now, and he’s moved on but I still think of that skinny beautiful boy with red hair."

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"When it was happening a million thoughts came running to my head—my lips are chapped. Does my breath smell? What if you don’t like the way I kiss, you are more experienced in this field after all. What if you’re just drunk and you miscalculated the distance between your lovely lips and my cheek. I didn’t want you to regret it in the morning. As i thought that, I involuntarily turned my head so you would miss by a few millimeters. Emphasis on involuntarily. I wanted to do it differently but my muscles had their own plans.
Then you made sure i wouldn’t forget. You leaned in and kissed me again. Properly this time. You didn’t miss.
That was 2 months and 1 day ago. I miss you, by the way"
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"A lawful kiss is never worth a stolen one." - Maupassant

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I was fifteen and he was nineteen. We were on a trip from Michigan to Texas with my best friend’s ‘family’ band. But we were all under 22, I was the youngest so it was a rather exciting road trip and I was so honored to have been included. At the time we left I did not know him very well at all, but we were squished next to each other in the back seat. By nightfall we had played mad libs for hours and i spy and all varieties of novel car games, we even got everybody to sing(or shout at the top our lungs) Bohemian Rhapsody. Around 11 pm the driver, this boy and I were the only people awake, and we stayed up talking until 2 AM, when we finally decided to go to sleep he said it would be best if we leaned on each other. Each night we got progressively closer and closer. On our way home the other guy in the back hopped in the actual back of the van to stretch out, so we cuddled in the seat, and each night we were closer and closer. And on our last night we squeezed me so tight all night long and after he thought I had fallen asleep he proceeded to kiss me on the forehead twelve times. Then he kissed my cheek every once in a while, and at about four in the morning he slowly kissed me on the lips, still thinking I was asleep. I was not.
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