“Yes I kissed a mystery man in Vegas. Everyone wants to know who he is or what his name is. … So would I. LOL.”
—Jenny McCarthy, twoting about the dude she was seen smooching at the Playboy Club in Las Vegas last week, following her split from Jim Carrey [People] Keep reading »
My first kiss was in 9th grade with a girl I had a crush on named Connie, during a game of spin the bottle. She had a squeezable body and big juicy lips. I was smitten! Alas, I never got the cojones to do anything else with Connie, so I guess my “real” first kiss was with my first-ever boyfriend, Mark, later that year. He kissed my on the balcony outside my best friend’s bedroom and (duh) I wrote all about it in my diary that night. Why am I thinking ’bout kissing? #MyFirstKiss is a trending topic on Twitter.
As usual, it’s hilarious, by which I mean everyone else has been getting it on during nap time in preschool. Keep reading »
That first kiss is a cupcake-shaped grenade that explodes into springtime rain. As a man, it’s more important than the best seats in the stadium, that huge job promotion, or the first time your father calls you for advice. It is a prelude to all the best things in life: waking up to an empty bed and smelling toaster waffles, that conversation where you swear to always love her and she tells you the same, the pile of limbs and laughter following the spectacular failure of an exotic sex position. Keep reading »
But Carey Mulligan‘s boyfriend, Shia LaBeouf, keeps his eyes closed. Which way do you prefer to smooch? [New York City, 3/2/2010] Keep reading »
There are awkward kisses, and then there are awkward kisses. We asked you to share your most embarrassing smooch story in exchange for the French flick “Shall We Kiss?” and man, have you guys had some hilarious lip-locking sessions! The winner, however, is commenter Terpgirl131 for this comment:
I went to visit my best friend in Chicago for her birthday when I was 16. After her party, we ended up at her crush’s house with he and his friend, and he had a sauna in his basement. Marissa and David left to go do their thing, leaving me alone with this kid who I’d never met before. He immediately pounced on me and started making out, with no transition towards it or anything. It was super awkward, but I was so surprised I couldn’t do anything but kiss back. When I finally made an excuse to leave, I saw that he had legitimately come on my mesh shorts. Being 16 and super paranoid, I went to the woman’s health clinic and got the morning after-after pill. So yes, this 5 minute make out session ended with me getting Plan B.
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