A first kiss
When I was in my early teens, I never really noticed kisses as being different with different people. Everyone seemed to kiss the same. We were all kissing newbies, clueless, just doing what we assumed was a good way to kiss. It’s been more in my adult years that I’ve noticed.
Take for example, the student I pulled on a girly night out in Huddersfield. The kiss actually reminded me of my early teens – The fast, washing machine type kiss.
James, Colin and Ben, similar but different kissers. Ben was the first kiss I had that totally blew me away. Very passionate. Colin gives the type of kiss that you just know is about to lead to some pretty naughty sex. James has a soft, gentle, passionate kiss. It’s one that covers me in goosebumps – the good kind!
But my latest kiss (this afternoon) was with the one who I’ve always had some banter within the office with. The one who I joked with about how people have anonymous blogs, how we should start one, me being “cute marketing girl”, he being “The Hot Latino”. At that point he had no idea about the blog but he does now. Perhaps that’s what inspired what happened.
The kiss took place at the train station. Somewhere public, but someone fast moving that people don’t really notice others. I knew it was going to happen but it was almost unexpected. A soft, delicate, kiss. The type that makes you want to stop time just so you can indulge further in to the kiss, see where it leads.
I had a train to catch so it didn’t actually lead anywhere, as to whether it will – we’ll see…