36 Responses to “April’s Contest: The First Kiss”

1. Teddy Pig Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 12:24 pm

   1 What is your email?

2. Teddy Pig Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 12:55 pm

   2 I got a first paragraph here… Let me know your email and I will send the rest. I cannot guarantee you will like it… The industrial music pounded in the deep blue light of the Baltimore Eagle. Brandon saw “him” in the shadows, he was tall, but not thin, broad shouldered and masculine and he had intelligent aristocratic features… and that beard… God, he loved that beard, with dark hair though it was hard to tell the exact color could be dark brown but maybe black. He was “the image” of a Leather Top everything Brandon had hoped for… the black leather jacket, the epaulets, the nicely filled out black leather pants. His stance was assured and literally dripped experience, his face only vaguely discernible in the shadows, held a stern unsmiling expression.

3. Karen Scott Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 2:06 pm

   3 Now you know that I’m not one for contests, Bam. *g*

4. Ann(ie) Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 2:46 pm

   4 I’m only writing a scene if I can work in the word “snogging” somewhere.

5. pingback: Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 7:59 pm

   5 THE NAUGHTY BITS » A First Kiss […] I caught this disturbing post over at Our Lady BAM’s website and it had a Folsom Street Fair kissing scene and my name attached. She wanted me to write? GOOD GOD WOMAN! WHY? OK I’ll do anything once so here is my entry… […]

6. Scott Posted: Mar 29th, 2007 at 11:47 pm

   6 Well, D, i feel kind of dirty after writing this, but kind of sexy too, so whatever. I’m eleven words over, and the ending is kind of abrupt even with those eleven words. Kind of a true story. Anyway: It was surprisingly squishy. I’d never done this before – neither of us had – at least not like this, with spit and parted lips and tongues that darted gently and tentatively through the breach, uncertain of their destination or their orders once they reached it. First contact was brief, all parties involved recoiling in surprise and yet intrigued, and in a moment they were back out, probing, touching, clumsily attempting to interact in the ways we had imagined but could not emulate. Now we found ourselves committed, tongues sliding across one another, pressed firmly together and slick with saliva. And I, lost in the moment, could only think: god this is squishy.

7. tumperkin Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 3:42 am

   7 What would it be like to kiss Sleeping Beauty? I’m a few words over the 100. “She lay face-down in a grey, mouldering heap. A thick pelt of rat-grey dust had collected on her slumbering form. Cobwebs too: a lacy net of them around her. As he turned her over, spiders rushed out of her hair. Her face was grimed by dust but she was lovely. A lovely, living corpse. He rubbed at the muck on her face and with curious fingers, learned the shape of her mouth before pressing his lips chastely to hers. In the moment of contact, her body lurched alarmingly, her arms fastening around him, her mouth opening to suck at him, drawing the very life from him in a deathly kiss. After a few moments, he ceased to struggle.”

8. Sherry Thomas Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 6:13 am

   8 Boy, tumperkin, that’s one scary kiss. It’s hot and it makes my skin crawl at the same time. And make my kiss scenes look like two carebears doing the bisou.

9. Sherry Thomas Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 6:18 am

   9 Lifted directly from the opening scene of the WIP: Suddenly it became too much for him, her eyes, her scent, her callused palm sliding across his cheek. He seized her and kissed her. Instead of strawberry and cream, she tasted of whiskey, all fire and force. But that only further inflamed him. For a moment, she stood stock still, submitting to his kiss. Then her hands gripped his arms and she kissed him back, the madness that had been simmering inside her now a consuming hunger. He was only vaguely aware of the two of them stumbling about, knocking against the desk, sinking to the carpet. Still kissing, they disrobed each other, with all the finesse and leisureliness of famished lions gutting preys.

10. shuzluva Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 7:05 am

    10 *Arm twisting* FINE! Fine, fine. I am not a writer, but I am obvs. being asked to do this. Here you go, and no, I don’t mind being torn to bits. Her chest lightly brushed his with every indrawn breath, his grip tight on her upper arm. A slight tug and he grabbed her other arm to hold her still. Her eyes, narrowed with anger at being caught, focused over his shoulder. Bending his head, he caressed her cheek and earlobe with his scruffy jaw, surprising a gasp from her. Pulling her head back, she glared at him. Her gaze helplessly slid to his mouth. He drew closer and she stilled. The touch of his lips against hers was soft, countering the silent explosion of heat in her body.

11. Samantha Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 3:45 pm

    11 That was hot^^^. And, no, this post isn’t my entry .

12. Ann(ie) Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 4:43 pm

    12 You know, I was thinking the same thing. Maybe she’s not a writer but she could be. Good stuff.

13. AngelaDionne Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 5:21 pm

    13 Just had to do it… keep in mind I’m not a writer and be gentle. He kept his eyes tightly closed. If he were to open them and see Devon’s lips or look into his eyes, he would be lost. Jake could feel his breath rasping in and out of his chest with the effort to just keep his eyes closed, keep his arms from reaching out and taking what he had wanted for so long. It was so gentle when it came, that brushing of a tongue on the seam of his mouth. With a moan, Jake finally gave in to the craving of his body. Lurching forward he grasped Devon’s head in his hands, tearing into his mouth with tongue and teeth and lips. There.. I think that is close to 100 words.

14. SweetNSourGirl Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 6:04 pm

    14 I call it “Put Your Money Where your Mouth is” He wrapped an arm around her waist, gazing deeply into her eyes. Slowly, gently, he pressed himself into her as his other hand brushed back her hair exposing the raw, naked flesh of her neck. His lips brushed hers, softly at first, as if testing the waters of her mouth. Lips parted in ohs of desires, tongues waggled together in an undulating wave. She moaned under the power of his mouth. He moved just enough to part, enough to smirk at her as he spoke, “There’s a reason I’m the top paid escort, don’t forget it.” Before she could speak, he added, “That’ll be three hunderd dollars.”

15. Shannon Posted: Mar 30th, 2007 at 8:58 pm

    15 Been lurking a while, but couldnt resist this one. I had to hack my little scene thingy down from something longer, so I apologized if its a bit disjointed. And long. I have trouble with word limits… “What are you doing?” Dev asked, voice so shaky he barely recognized it, struggling to breathe, strange excitement slithering through him. Joscelin licked his lips and reached out a hand, stroking across Dev’s shocked face before burying his fingers in that spiky hair. “This,” he whispered, pulling him closer, pressing his mouth to Dev’s, praying that this was the right choice. Jos’s hips jerked as their lips touched for the first time. He pushed his tongue into the other male’s mouth, stroking and sliding, before Dev could recover. Jesus, he had wanted this for so long. To taste his friend. Pull him close, feel skin slide on skin, hear him moan with desire. And he was going to, he decided. Right now. He would get what he needed.

16. pingback: Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 7:49 am

    16 Amie Stuart ~ On the Back Porch » I’m Feeling Feverish […] PS Dionne is running a first kiss contest! Posted by Amie • 03.31.07 • […]

17. Cherry Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 8:11 am

    17 Cut from an old manuscript…. His breath warmed her lips. For just a moment, he paused. He looked into her eyes, stripping her to the core, seeming to check himself with her wide-eyed expectancy. Don’t you stop, oh, God, please don’t stop… The strong hand that stroked the hair from her forehead trembled… it trembled. And then his mouth was molding over hers, his lips coaxing hers open, his tongue delving gently inside. Hot shivers licked down her spine as she abandoned all timidity, exploring the hardness of his teeth with her tongue, then the damp heat of his mouth, the exotic spices of it.

18. Ann(ie) Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 9:24 am

    18 From THE TEMPTATION OF TERESA Her lashes fluttered shut and she leaned in blind, seeking by heat and instinct until her lips glanced off his chin. He tilted his head, compensated, and his mouth felt like pressed silk beneath hers, warm and smooth. She knew nothing of what to expect but he didn’t take her in his arms. That was proscribed. His mouth plucked at hers, their only point of contact, not ravaging but seducing. The nutmeg and clove scent intensified as he coaxed her lips apart. Light, delicate, Dev nuzzled her top lip until it tingled. When he repeated the tease on her lower lip, heat blossomed in response, flared to tiny, dazzling currents.

19. MCHalliday Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 11:16 am

    19 Hi Bam, My first time posting here…I wanted to get in on this with an excerpt from something I’m working on. Feedback appreciated…no kindness necessary! Yikes, I said that? To set this up, POV is a terribly wealthy cad with not an iota of scruples. ************* He took her glass, set it down and gathered her slender white hands in his. “I can say with truth, I have never been more captivated.” Her lips trembled. He looked down at them and strangely, forgot his planned moments and detailed strategies. His only thought, to kiss her luscious mouth. He drew her to him and looking into her eyes, slowly lowered his head. As his eyes closed, he brushed his lips, feather light against hers. The brilliance of something hot and quick rose up in him. His fevered mouth sought her soft wet depths and he was away, on a rushing river of heat and pure desire. What was here now, with Octavia, was his. And he opened to simple desire, absolutely enchanted.

20. tumperkin Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 12:27 pm

    20 Sherry: I’m loving “two carebears doing the bisou”. And I don’t even know what a “bisou” is! — He seized her in his manly arms, tilting her chin with a gentle hand. “Jocasta, my darling” he husked “Don’t you know that I love you?” “Oh Rafe! I love you too! I always have!” she cried. With a groan of triumph, he took her lips in a sweet, honeyed kiss. They stood there, kissing for long minutes. Absorbed. Intent. Like two carebears doing the bisou. [END] —

21. Darragha Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 5:24 pm

    21 Sweet Peggy. Twenty-one, virginal and drunk. Trying to keep up with the college boys at Lord Cornwall’s had proven to be a bad idea. She had consumed way too much beer. Way…too…much. Richard, furloughed sailor and completely enamored and desirous of the sweet virgin/whore who flirted with him, cuddled with him, but never quite let him…took her into his arms. She smelled of beer and stale cigarette smoke. Their lips met. He had this whole ‘young Marlon Brando’ thing going on that made old ladies blush. But he wanted this girl. This virgin. This girl he knew was steaming like a dock-side whore inside. His warm tongue slid into Peggy’s mouth. It was a delicious kiss. A kiss full of promise and sexual tension as thick as Ricardo Montaban’s accent. Then Peggy pulled away and vomited on his shoes. He never did get to be her first.

22. Ann(ie) Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 5:45 pm

    22 Dude. Darragha channels Robin Schone, film at eleven.

23. MCHalliday Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 6:00 pm

    23 Darragha…young love and vomit. My own dear *sigh* sweet memories. Love the metaphors. Well done!

24. Darragha Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 7:05 pm

    24 Darragha channels Robin Schone How did you know? Mrs. Giggles has accused me of the same thing. Admission to see that film is the purchase price of Cold, Hard Kash. http://www.liquidsilverbooks.c.....rdkash.htm

25. Sherry Thomas Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 8:27 pm

    25 tumperkin, a bisou (well, I should really use the plural, bisous, since you always do these in pairs if not in threes) is a French cheek-kiss.

26. Samantha Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 9:50 pm

    26 Not sexy, but anyway: Death lay in those lips, hung from their perfection as certainly as she breathed. If they pressed or brushed hers, even attempted to inhabit the same space – she would die. And yet, it was almost as if hers moved of their own volition, infinitesimal degrees, a pouting, a puckering towards extinction. She must have a secret death wish, unknown until his mouth curved. She moved forward, holding his incredulous eyes, until their breath mingled. “What are you doing?” he whispered, mesmerized and frightened simultaneously. She drew in one final breath and pressed her lips to his.

27. L.E. Bryce Posted: Mar 31st, 2007 at 11:31 pm

    27 Damn, too bad I only do the two hot guys kissing thing. Definitely not enough to get Bam brewing a fondue in her thong underwear.

28. tumperkin Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 1:13 am

    28 Sherry: no shit? I’d been hoping it was a ballroom dance or something.

29. shuzluva Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 5:38 am

    29 *SNERK* Darragha, I just snorted coffee up my nose and peed in my pants at the same time. Now the phrase carne asada will be running through my brain all day. Thank you!

30. Beamer Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 7:35 am

    30 I’m a readaholic and always wondered how it would be to write. Your contest got me thinking, and here is the result. Amateur to the max, but the required 100 words. She walked through the windy woods. Midnight. She could feel something; she could feel him. Her will was not her own, but her desire was. She saw his shadow walking toward her. She stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. Who was he? He drew closer and she could just make out his features. Smoldering green eyes, short black hair. His body was perfect and soon to be hers. He stalked right up to her, put his hand behind her neck, jerked her body flush to him and slowly drew her lips to his. Her heart stopped; she was home.

31. Sherry Thomas Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 8:10 am

    31 tumperkin, no shit. As I said, anything compared to your almost-death kiss–except maybe the first-love-and-vomit one–is carebears doing the bisou!

32. Kate D. Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 2:01 pm

    32 “God help me…” with those words, Simon drew her forward and met her lips with his. A small whimper escaped Vivian, whether of need or regret, she couldn’t tell. Her mouth opened without struggle, trembling eager for the sin she knew she couldn’t escape. His arms, sinuous and strong as tree branches, wound around her, pulling her toward him and pressing their bodies together in anguished ecstasy. She gripped him tighter, wanting him fully, deeply, completely as her back was pressed against the shelves. Her nails raked against his back through a thin t-shirt; Vivian wanted to destroy it, to rip its shreds from his lean torso, despising anything that kept her separate from him. It’s 115 words, but I like it.

33. Amie Stuart Posted: Apr 1st, 2007 at 3:49 pm

    33 Man Darragha rocks!

34. LadyRhian Posted: Apr 2nd, 2007 at 12:45 am

    34 Her mouth was prim, but the luscious lips spoke of a sweetness to be plundered quite at odds with her outwardly virginal image. Damian leaned closer, fascinated, as she spoke. He no longer heard the words, only saw the bright intelligence in her eyes, the plump sweetness of her lips waiting to be plundered. He could hold back no longer. His lips met hers as he pulled her lithe body into the shelter of his arms. She stiffened against him for a brief moment before her mouth opened to his, and then he was lost in the glory of her. She was sweeter than honey, more delicious than fine wine, and the heat of her pressed against him combined with the rosy scent of her body triggered an answering heat deep within his loins.

35. Ellie M. Posted: Apr 2nd, 2007 at 12:27 pm

    35 Fun n games. I’ll play! This is from my novella “Behind the Mask”, if using something already pubbed is okay… *** Was he going to kiss her? He rubbed up and down her back, contouring her body as if memorizing her. Up to her shoulders, down to her hips. His lips next to hers. His cheek, the slight abrasion of whiskers. His breathing was even, and yet by his cock she could tell he was not unaffected. Arliss couldn’t bear it. She turned her head the tiny bit required for contact. At first their lips bumped. Touched. She trembled against him. Then he rubbed gently, his lips across hers. She parted them, but he kissed her without tongue, an unsatisfying hint of his taste reaching her. She tugged on his hair, holding him closer, and he chuckled against her mouth. “Like that, is it?”

36. Maeve Beckham Posted: Apr 2nd, 2007 at 3:41 pm

    36 I just read this with 40 minutes to go to deadline and thought it would be fun. I put this together in about 20 minutes and had a lot of fun doing it. This was a tough exercise but a fruitful one. I had to strip out a lot of description (hence the “said something” part!), but I actually like how it works. So here you go, 100 words on the nose according to MS Word: —— We walked, and occasionally our bodies would brush up against each other. I don’t know if he meant to touch me, but I dearly wanted to believe that he did. The bump of an arm, the brush of a hip—it all filled me with incredible anticipation and longing. He stopped, gently took my hands in his own, and said something, but I couldn’t think or hear. All I could do was feel. I felt him pull me against him. I felt his hands brush my cheek and his fingers in my hair. And I felt his lips touch mine.