I’m reading Eloisa James’s Desperate Duchesses series at present—An Affair Before Christmas in particular.
I came across this paragraph about kissing that really made me laugh.
The next moment he pulled her so sharply into his arms that she felt her stays poke directly into her breasts; her brooch unhooked and fell to the stone floor. “Fletch!” she cried. He took advantage of that, and stuck his tongue directly into her mouth. Directly! And—and swept it about, as if she were some sort of cupboard he were cleaning.
“Awk, urg, no!” she shrieked, shoving him away. For a small woman, Poppy had a lot of strength.
My first kiss was very prim and quite proper. There was no cupboard sweeping involved. Thank goodness! I have kissed some frogs though.
My research on the Internet indicates there are a lot of people—teenagers in specific—who worry about kissing and the first kiss.
Here’s a video that goes through the basics:
Have you kissed any cupboard sweepers?