Ever wondered what inspires romance writers? First and foremost, it's our own experiences, good or bad. We dredge the depths of our distant pasts and recent events to infuse characters and scenes with authentic emotions. This week we tackle the first kiss.
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There's nothing quite like that first kiss. The butterflies trying to bust out of your stomach. The heat that rushes into your face when he leans in. The hint of mint on his breath, caught when you drag in air.
I'd been working with a very fit, exceptionally sexy man. When I say he was hot, I mean he would have been Mr. July in a sexy men calendar because he was so scorching. Handsome, nice and available, I was stunned when he asked me to dinner.
Dinner was great and unsurprising. After all, we knew each other so there was no awkward getting-to-know-you small talk.
Mr. July drove me home and walked me to the door. It was time for the attack of the butterflies. Would he kiss me? Did I want him to? Well, any woman with warm blood in her veins would want him to kiss her. I paused at the door, keys in hand, giving him time to make his move.
"I had a great time." Okay, so he wasn't a conversationalist, but for once I was going with my shallow side.
"Me, too." So the hormones must have made me somewhat stupid as well.
He reached out to tip up my chin and I sucked in a breath. One moment seemed like minutes, then he pressed his lips to mine.
Oh, God. Wet, sloppy, and way too much tongue. Like a hot slug in my mouth.
I know I cringed. He may have felt the tremor of disgust vibrate through me as he withdrew rather quickly. He stepped back and his mouth formed a hard line, shrugging a shoulder.
"Um, see you tomorrow. At work. Yeah. Goodnight." He beat a hasty retreat and we never spoke of that date nor the entire lack of physical compatibility.
We all imagine that first kiss to be perfect, sensual. The moral of this story is that it's different for everyone. Oh, and not to be shallow.
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8/26/2014 07:56:42 am
Was not expecting slug tongue! Loved it Carolyn. Super fun #FF
8/26/2014 11:49:01 am
Definitely no finesse. Sad but true.
8/26/2014 09:27:35 am
Well, darn it. And it was going so well, too!
8/26/2014 11:49:41 am
Yeah, well, teaches me to be shallow.
8/26/2014 09:47:34 am
Well darn. That's not how that was supposed to end, lol. I'm sure you written the perfect ending to that scenario many times. Don't we have the best job? )
8/26/2014 11:51:40 am
We do have the best job. And we can use those experiences to illustrate incompatibility.
8/26/2014 09:49:25 am
8/26/2014 11:52:35 am
It was. This is not fiction, sadly.
8/26/2014 10:23:19 am
Have to admit, I've had a few disappointing kisses in my day. Slug tongue-- probably had a couple of those too. Great line.
8/26/2014 11:54:05 am
I have to admit I cringed as I forced the memory from the recesses of my mind.
8/26/2014 10:25:37 am
Fiction reigns as truth is seldom as fun! Great snippet!
8/26/2014 11:55:13 am
I hate to say this isn't fiction. I simply omitted the offender's name.
8/26/2014 11:09:35 am
Sometimes the sexiest looking men fail to deliver what their looks promise. Too bad.
8/26/2014 11:57:47 am
It's true. There were these very hot, very sweet juniors who lived next to my apartment in college. I was already engaged (stupidity of youth) and I couldn't manage to get my roommate and the nice Italian guy together to find out.
8/26/2014 03:02:42 pm
I was NOT expecting that LOL. Great detail!!! Loved it!!!
8/26/2014 04:26:22 pm
Yeah, me either at the time.
8/26/2014 03:21:12 pm
I am really hoping that's fiction, because I was so disappointed for you!
8/26/2014 04:27:17 pm
Not fiction and yes, very disappointing.
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