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Have you ever surprised someone with a passionate kiss to see how s/he really felt? If so, what was the result?

Confirmation, denial, slap in the face? If you were the recipient of the surprise kiss, how did you feel?

In the movies, when the girl says "I don't love you," the guy grabs her, kisses her passionately, and the truth comes out.

Let's assume a best-case scenario and not something creepy, criminal or insane. This should be someone you know and have some idea of how s/he feels, not a stranger.

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Jordan Allen
Jordan Allen, been in long and short-term relationships, observed others and learned a ton.
Every first kiss I give, I put all of the tension and anticipation I've had into it, so they're all passionate and always go well.

Granted, I always look for signals:

  • Have we agreed on another date before we part?
  • Have they stated obvious things that make it clear they're attracted to me?
  • Have they had an obviously good time with me?
  • They don't seem physically/sexually conservative?

We get to the end of the night, lock eyes, if she gazes long enough or her eyes drop to my lips I grab her and go for it.

Every time, they have taken my move and raised me one. Pushed back harder than the intensity I put in and grabbed me tighter as I started to lean away. Those passionate random kisses go exceedingly well if you read their signals and body language properly.

While I've been careful never to fuck it up and go too eagerly for someone I wasn't sure about, I can't imagine it'd go well on the opposite end. But if you're as sure as you can be without doing it, go for it. The reactions will surprise you.
Back when I was 16 we went on a road trip to the East coast, I met this cute Brazilian guy. There were about 60 other kids  on the trip. He and I would talk all the time, go sightseeing in one small group, along with a Japanese girl,  Brazilian girl, a guy from Czech republic, and an Indian guy. I liked him, but being inexperienced in amorous affairs, did not know if it was mutual.

The night we stopped at Washington DC he visited me in my hotel room. I shared the room with another girl who was busy on her laptop.
He and I started throwing Reese's pieces at each other, catching it with our mouths. Then I sat down on my bed, he laid his head on my lap and I playfully put a pillow on on his face pretending to be choking him. He couldn't see me since the pillow was on his face. Then I moved the pillow a little and gave him a French kiss.
Because we were strictly forbidden to fraternize romantically with our trip peers, under the penalty of deportation to our respective countries, my move was very risky: my roommate was right in the room, still busy on her laptop. Luckily, her back was facing us.  She could have told on us to our trip supervisors and it would have been our last time in the United States.

The expression of his face was surpised, confused and yet somehow delighted.

It was the most memorable kiss in my life, and probably in his too.
Kingsley Seimodei
Kingsley Seimodei, I have done a lot of things.
So most if not everybody says how theirs was a good feeling and how it was a wonderful experience, well certainly not me. So my 2nd year in college and there was this girl who I really liked like crazy. Not that I knew her personally or anything but I used to remember just watching her eyes from afar and wondering what it would be like to date her. So one day I and a friend of mine were with her in her sister's apartment. After much talking and laughing and staring into each other's eyes it was dark and then came the big moment. So she was lying down on her sister's bed and I can't really remember what led me to the bed with her,but we started talking and as you might imagine she leaned forward and gave me THE KISS for about 30 or so seconds and boy did I feel on top of the world. But that was basically it. She never really liked me but just wanted to kiss me. The next day was like the previous night never happened. And considering that was my first kiss I felt like the biggest fool ever.
In college I was asked by a female friend if I wanted to share an apartment with her the following year. I agreed and we began living with each other.

As you would expect, the 2 of us grew closer together...late night talks over a glass of wine in our apartment found that we gave each other something which we hadn't had before.

She had a perception of me which was far deeper than anyone else had of me. In fact, she told me things about myself which I only understood after deep reflection, and then discovered that she was correct. It was of such a personal and sensitive nature that I felt that she knew me like no one else could. Not only did she fulfill my dreams...she let me see myself in a way I never had before.

And I? I also gave her herself. Unfortunately she had had a horrible upbringing. Her parents' divorce hit her very badly. To make matters worse, she was a beautiful girl and because she never got the affection and support from her parents, she learned that she could get what she want by playing up her looks. Her father reinforced this self-image of her by actually introducing her to his friends as lovers when she was 18 (and maybe even when she was younger but I never asked)!

So she grew up with an extreme lack of confidence and thought the only (and most successful) way of dealing with men was through her sexuality. As a result she never developed feelings for men, and didn't trust them (as they would only betray her like her father did). Consequently, she only got involved with men whom, ironically, she didn't care for in a deep way, in order to protect herself emotionally.

That is, until she and I met. I thought she was beautiful but I also thought she was brilliant and remarkably insightful. As a result, I talked to her as an intelligent, interesting woman- not as a sex symbol. She saw this and came to trust me- to the extent that she could. Unfortunately she wasn't ready, or able, to let all her defenses down, so she couldn't, or wouldn't, have a physical relationship with me.

Things got more and more tense, as you could imagine. We were extremely close in all ways, except we never even kissed. I questioned whether she was even attracted to me and she assured me that she was. In fact, the anxiety was overbearing on her also. Her 2x/week psychiatrist visits were largely being consumed with her telling him about our relationship, and her being scared to go further, because it could be 'the real thing'.

Well, it was bound to happen one night. We were talking and I asked her for one kiss. One kiss for us to know. She was surprised at my suggestion. Or I should say scared . But she said yes.

She came over and sat on my lap while some nice music was playing. It was night and maybe we had a candle flickering, I don't remember. What I do remember is stroking her hair and looking in her eyes, and realizing that the passion I always wanted to express, that I always knew I had deep inside of me, was coming out at that moment. And it was for her also, as we looked at each other tenderly, with so much being said in our eyes.

We kissed passionately for about 30 seconds. It was as if my entire emotional being was wrapped up in that one kiss. It's funny at what your mind will think at certain times. While kissing her I thought of all the times I was walking down different streets, wondering if 'this girl' or 'that girl' could be the one. Of being at parties and hoping that 'she' would be there. Suddenly all of the hopes I had, all of the desire to find that special person, were being answered. It was as if all those feelings which I had, for all these years, had been bottled up. But now that bottle was opening...for the person right in front of me...sitting on my lap...kissing me.

It left me drained after our lips parted. But while I was looking at her, stroking her hair more, tears began to well up in her eyes, and she started to cry.

It had made her feel vulnerable. She told me she had never felt that way before. Naked emotionally. It scared her. It scared her too much. She would not be able to take that jump.

So there was never a 2nd kiss. And of course things were never the same after that. A few months later I moved out and we eventually parted after some hugging and crying we both did with each other.

But that one kiss happened over 35 years ago. It meant something different for the 2 of us. For me, it was a dream that could become reality. For her, it was a dream that scared her away.

NOT FOR REPRODUCTION

Edit- Thank you so much for the kind and warm-hearted replies. The response has really surprised me. But most importantly I value the exchange of comments where people have expressed a similarity of situation, and where reading about my experience has helped them understand their situation a little bit better. It shows that underneath all the cultural and ethnic accouterments we all seem to be pretty much the same, don't you think? :)

Many of you have suggested that I write more, and I really appreciate it. With my interests mainly in history and international relations I have little on Quora which exhibits my writing style, so unfortunately there isn't much to see except for some poems and some short autobiographical stories. I will endeavor to write more when I get time, and will post it on here when that occurs. In the meantime I found a short poem I wrote many many years ago about the situation above and thought I would share it. Hope you like it.

And what the hell, there's another one I wrote which I like also, though it is about my traveling to Florence, Italy :)

Beth

Tear-heart pain for crying out loud, I want to be heard !!!

My best was always with her, I hear myself say.

Staring eyes intense blue river, flooding my gates open.
‘I am what I am’ she said, the history of her bringing back my memories of despair.

She appeals for honesty to hide her deception. My thoughts
of her are not what existed.

She played the middle of my feelings, vibrating chords;
plundering from my heart. She says ‘we’ll meet again’.

Does she really know me?

‘I’ve never met anybody’ she says, ‘whom I can remember’.

Goodbye Florence

Hail raining down, many miles away from the beauty and charm of Florence.

A delicate sensitivity yet vigorous to the senses. Streets of voices, echoes of the past.

Lives spent in neighborhoods of church, God-built monuments of Glory written by toil. Dirt, grease covers blood-stained facade of renaissance.

Children, ages written on face, asks for money while camera-bound ‘artist’ buys little David instead.

Women with tight pants walk in tune to whistles, catcalls. Of motor-driven boys. Chariots of the times zip by Duomo, Bastilica, racing time and forever getting lost.

Humanist philosopher, questioning time and its eternity. Hills, rivers, merchants, clothes on lines where bodies once hung....armour...knives...

Oh Florence! You have the wisdom of a woman! Hail, yes! For Florence reigns!!!
Anangsha Alammyan
Anangsha Alammyan, I am unique. Like everyone else.
I remember that day vivdly.

I was completing my homework in an empty classroom, when Rishi burst in through the door with Lavanyaa. I shrieked in anguish and stormed out of the room. I knew that the way I was behaving would ruin my friendship with Rishi further, but I couldn't bear to stand and watch the one I loved cuddle up to someone else. It hurt to think that I could have been the one in his arms now, had it not been for my stupid ego. I wiped angry tears away from my face, and entered another room.

I remembered it like it happened yesterday. Rishi had come up to me, cheeks flushed, and hugged me tightly, almost lifting my off the ground. “I love you”, he had whispered in my ear… Those words that would make me lose my mind and whisper back my confirmation of his affection. But I lingered a second longer, and Rishi continued, “That’s what Lavanyaa told me!! Just imagine, all those times our hands brushed in the corridors wasn't by mistake, and the way she turned up everywhere I was supposed to be – that wasn't coincidence either!!! She loves me, Annie… She actually does!! Oh I am so happy!!”

And just like that my heart broke. And I stormed off. And never once in the following days did I talk to Rishi or return his calls. I valued our friendship much more than this, but I just couldn't make myself come to terms with the fact that the one I loved did not return my feelings.

 So busy was I, wallowing in self pity that I didn’t notice the door open a second time, and a dark haired freckled person entering.

Only when he sat down beside me, that I realized that it was Rishi. Quickly I composed myself, and shouted, a tad too harshly 'Date got over soon, is it, Rishi?'

 'Nah, I came looking for you. Dean advised us not to go wandering about in the corridors, especially after classes got over, you know, Annie?', he said nervously.

 'Oh, your date would be very angry to know you left her waiting to come and look for me?''

He opened his mouth to answer, when a sudden movement in the corner of the room caught our attention. We got up and approached the glass window. Outside, across the college grounds, we could see that the crescent moon had just risen, showing its shy face through the blanket of clouds.

 'The new moon. It is said that if you ask what you wish for, it will be granted, so long as it is your heart’s deepest desire', Rishi whispered, as he gaped at the gleaming moon. He knew what his heart longed for, but somehow his head told him it was too late now for that to come true.
 'Come on Annie, look at the moon once. What is it that you badly want? Ever think it would be possible?'

I stared at the moon for a long moment, drew my breath, and looked at Rishi. Then, my face hard with determination, I held his hair, and kissed him full on the lips. Months of pent up emotions suddenly caught up with the two of us, as we were lost in each other's embrace, in the sheer beauty of the moment. And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we broke apart. I was blushing a deep crimson when I managed to speak, 'So Rishi. Tell me! What did you ask for? Did I ruin it all? Would it ever come true?'

Rishi still had a dazed expression on his face when he answered 'Mine just came true, Annie'
 

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PS: I am only someone who loves to write. And it is said that a writer lives a thousand lives before he dies - in his stories, in the worlds he creates. The above, is just one of them. :)
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