Your first kiss

On a beach in France whilst on a school trip. We ran away from the teacher we were with and the sights we were supposed to be viewing and bought cheap wine. Got very drunk, snogged all day and just about made it back to the ferry. He wasn't so good looking then but is lovely now! I see him at QPR away games.

Chicken, that's fab! And great to still see him around. I was quite pleased when I saw the picture of Richard that he still looked quite cute - in a gawky, skrawny 17 year old way, but certainly not a minger! ?

My first kiss was with my first boyfriend and I was a few months passed my 18th birthday. I remember it clearly, and after the kiss my first thoughts were 'Is that it, is that all there is to it? What a fuss about nothing!'

My first kiss was a complete disaster! I was 11 I think, last year of junior school, and he was called Karl. At that age, boys would ask a girl out, and you would sit together at breaktime, but that was about it - you didn't meet outside of school or go on dates. Some of the other kids started to go behind the swimming pool building to kiss, and I remember we followed them - there were about 8 couples lined up, but when he went to kiss me I freaked out, told him to get off me and pushed him away ? I am mortified now. I saw him a couple of years ago and he was lovely, I wish I'd kissed him now!

After that I didn't get the chance avoided kissing boys until I was about 15, when the experience was a little less traumatic for me

He was called Ian Robinson and his back garden backed onto our back garden. I used to climb over the fence to go and play with him. <fnar> I was about 10. Anyway, he was really into space and wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up so he made a "spaceship" out of cushions and we hid inside it and snogged. I think his mum was ironing in the same room so it was all very innocent but he was definitely my first kiss.

Only took another decade to lose my virginity.... ??

I was a late starter as well, but then so were most of my friends and so it was "normal" for us.

It was on Torquay (the one in Victoria) beach after a couple of alcopops. His name was David Johnston and he was from Ballarat. His friend snogged my friend and we went back to her caravan.

The second person I kissed is on my FB friends list. If anyone is friends with me on there and is curious, his name is Kevin. ?

I was probably about 11 or 12, and in true old-skool stylee, it was behind the bikeshed at my middle school. The lucky recipient was Robert (aka Robert the Robot, due to his strange stiff walking style when he was in a mood) and it was... nothing to write home about. I'm sure he felt the same ?

I guess my first proper full-on dirty snogging session would have been at a party held at a friend's house when I was around 14. My friend and I sneaked off with two guys to have a kind of double-date private snog. Unfortunately I fancied hers more, isn't it always the way? Also, the lad I grappled with had obviously been with someone else during the evening, as he turned up to school on Monday with lots of evil lovebites all over his neck, which certainly weren't my doing, although everyone in my year at school had me pinned down as the suspect. We never spoke again ?

(I also seem to remember, to my shame, that the very same snogging session involved my first handful of man trumpet. What a slut ? )

Waaahhh! Man trumpet! ? You can join me on the slag bench, if you fancy.

15 years old, crummy nightclub in Bradford called Maestros, that at the time we all thought was the bees knees.

It was a event held by my school and the equivalent boys school.

His name was Dominic Manly and it caused all sorts of bother because he was the ex of someone else at my school.

Ah school day politics, those were the days!

Tee hee I've just found him on FB and I was nuts about one of his mates - just found him too lol!

Mine was aged 9. Me and two friends pounced on a lad the same age and took it in turns to snog him, not the most romantic encounter I have ever had, but memorable all the same.

Man trumpet ?

I too was a late starter at 15. He was my old best friend from primary school and had come to stay with his family. His name was Lewis and I was in awe, because he went to a grammar school and played squash. He's now the biggest queen I've ever laid eyes on. I must have the sequin touch.

I was 13 and at a mate's house in Wales (where I was last weekend, in fact). He was older, very tall and played basketball.

I was about 13, and the boy was 12 (cradle snatcher). We were slow dancing at the school disco and one of my friends came up to us, grabbed us by the back of the heads and shoved our faces together to get us to snog. It was pretty grim really!

Mine was at Rollerworld in Derby (cringe!) and I was 14 - it was with a lad called Rob who was my first love (he was 18!)

Before I met Mr CW, I met up with Rob again and we had a fling. It was great - even better second time around!

I think I was 14 or 15 and it was on holiday in Spain with a lad from Droitwich, cant remember his name. But his mate was called Richard and my sister copped off with him. It was quite nice from what I remember.

? at Man trumpet

Can't remember how old I was but it was probably the last year of middle school (10ish) and we kissed in the drame teachers cupboard ? actually he's on my FB list too, but not a cute as he once was.

I just had a quick scroll through to make sure I wasn't the youngest ?...phew beaten by Seahag!

Suspect I maybe the youngest so far! Must have been 8, was in the second year of junior school!

There were 5 of us doing a school project in another classroom. Me and another guy, plus 3 girls. Well we were talking about kissing and dares, in the end the 2 of us ended up kissing all 3 of the girls to compare! I ended up seeing one of the girls on and off for the next 10 years..ahh it`s was so easy at school!

I was 14 and it was a beautiful black boy called Neville. We were on a school trip to France and had been 'going out' for about 3 weeks ?

We are now FB friends, funnily enough.

I was 14, and the guys name was Patrick. We had been "going out" for a few weeks.

Funnily enough, he is now married to my OH childhood ex.

Mine was on a German exchange trip with a lovely young Junge called Florian - I must have been 14 - it was at a party in my penpal's basement and our hands brushed against each other over a bowl of crisps! I'd met him earlier that day at the Gymnasium and it was lust at first sight. Gorgeous, gorgeous boy. Anyway, we ended up in the downstairs toilet kissing, it was great if a bit salt 'n' vinegary.

It would never have last though - his name is too similar to mine and I found out the next day that he was the ex-boyfriend of my penpal... oops. Needless to say we didn't keep in touch.

Spin the bottle- I was 12. No one fancied me as they all though I was a ugly munter, one guy pulled the short straw, presumably. His name was Christopher fry.

Boys used to turn and run the other way when they came accross me in kiss chase! ? I don't think I was that bad really.

It was at a party and I'm fairly sure I was 17. We were sitting in a circle, and went round one way - kissing the person on our right, and then the other - kissing the person on our left. He was on my left and we carried on with the kissing after the game was over. At some point in the evening he ended up eating Pringles off my stomach. We went for a walk across the nearby fields (via a shop to buy M&Ms, which we shared) and he managed to get my bra undone.

Somehow my mum managed to find out some of this, and put it in her speech when we got married.

Mine was with a boy called Paul Hall (what were his parents thinking!), and I was 13 or 14. It was at a Girl Guides party at a friends troop, somewhere in Portsmouth. We saw each other for a while, mostly at a bowling alley or the local underage night at 5th Avenue nightclub in Southsea. I remember slow dancing with him in there and snogging all the way through the song.

We broke up after he snogged a school friend at a party I didn't attend as I had chickenpox. Two-timing cheating scoundrel!

It was with a bloke that i worked with, i was 16 and we'd been out after work for a drink just the two of us. He had a girlfriend though and was quite a bit older than me. I still see him from time to time and still quite fancy him.

<<sigh>> first kiss was with a lad called Tony - I was 9 and he was 11..the experienced, older man! We kissed once and when he wanted to again, I wouldnt, so a few days later, the git pushed me off my bike and broke my arm ☹️

[:'(] So romantic Orly. thats lovely (not the Pringles bit, obviously ?

Am also ? at 'Man Trumpet'

Mine was at 13, with my best friends 'boyfriend' ? It was summer between 2nd and 3rd year, we were hanging out round the local shops (as you do) V spotted 2 boys on bikes, decided she fancied one of them (D) and sent me to 'ask him out'. He said yes but only if I went out with his friend, S. We all hung out together then my 'boyfriend S said he had to go home and disappeared. We walked V home, then weirdly, D walked home with me, where he proceeded to demand his goodbye kiss! It seems he'd got the two of us mixed up and thought he was going out with me ?

Like many of you, I also thought "Whats the fuss?"

Mine was when I was 13 with a boy called Gavin who was in my year at school and also in the Scout company equivilant to my Guides (TMI?!). He took me to see Sleepless in Seattle on our first date ? and we held hands (the horror!!!!). Then we walked home and snogged outside Lloyds the chemist - all I remember is a HUGE tongue and feeling like my mum could tell I had snogged someone the next day!!!!!

He made me a compliation tape of the Stereo MC's then I dumped him. Not because of the Stereo MC's but the fact that his weird fat friend started waiting for me outside my house......

Paul Hall ? Can't. Breathe.

Mine was a chap called Andrew Bradley, at a friend's party (not counting Spin-the-Bottle when I was much younger). I was 14. Ended up going outside and lying on the grass snogging for ages. He wanted me to let him touch my tits but I wouldn't ?

OMG! That name rings a bell with me. When was that? I have been known to frequent 5th Avenue too (before it became Time and then subequently closed down).

I was 15 and on a school trip to London, it was with James Kingston and he was about 17, he gave me and lift on his motorbike, and i snagged my tights. He drove to Buckingham Palace and we kissed outside (i thought i was so cool).

Last i heard of him he was working in Las Vegas as part of a dance troup! (shudder)?

I was 13 and at a birthday party in a house. The parents of the house had gone next door to their neighbours so we had an "empty".

His name was Robert and he looked like John Denver ?

At that time we both wore glasses and as the music played "been to the desert on a horse with no name" we snogged and all you could hear was click, click,click (our glasses clicking together!!?

I had on a skinny rib white polo neck and a black velvet smock, knee high suede patchwork boots. God what a memory!

(he was a very wet kisser, my whole face was soaking!)