Just been pondering today after a dream I had last night 
In my dream I had a 'first kiss' with a rather nice fictional man. It was very real and I was rather disappointed when I woke up!
Anyway, I got me thinking that, as much as I love my husband (been together for 18rys) I am a little bit sad about never again having a first kiss. I don't care about sex, that doesn't interest me anymore! I just think there's just something special about a first kiss, especially when it's not just a drunken snog cos they don't count!
*just to add, I would never even consider cheating on my husband, not even for one last first kiss.