I LOVE kissing. The feel of soft lips on mine. The slight pressures, the little licks and nibbles. The slip of tongue between lips and past teeth. Tongue touching tongue.
Not just lip-locking either.
A woman's lips on my neck, soft and gentle. A woman's lips on my neck, hard and hot. Wet kisses on my ears. Hot breath making the little hairs on my neck stand on end with pleasure. Those sultry whispers of steamy air in my ears, promises of pleasures yet to come.
I indulge in the long, lascivious, luscious and lingering lip locks, but just about any kiss will do. Kisses during sex, before sex and after sex are good. Kisses with teasing women who will never let you sleep with them, but let your hands roam free and your lips engage with hers.
Even the quick little kisses are nice. The ones shared between friends on the cheek. When I was younger, I hated the whole "kissing greeting" thing, but now I enjoy it. It's another chance to feel lips on my skin.
Which is why I hate the fucking air kiss. Cheek-to-cheek with the smoochy face but lips touching only air. What's the point? If you do this, fucking stop it. It's fucking stupid. If you don't want to kiss, then don't fake kiss.
I enjoy the soft pecks on the lips, friendly but chaste. I have a couple of female friends who kiss like that, usually just at the edge of the lips.
I love a good smooch. A slippery smack. A buttery buss. A brushing of lips.
Once, in the depths and darkness of a strip club VIP room, I was making out with a very hot, very sexy, very kissable stripper.
God she was SO good to me. I guess it had something to do with all the money I paid her. LOL
I'm sitting back on a coach, she's stradding my legs, her arms around my neck, my arms around her waist. OK, one hand on her ass, squeezing, the other on her tit, squeezing. This is the woman who taught me "how a woman kisses another woman."
"Close your eyes," she whispers huskily in my ear, her breath hot on my neck, tongue teasing the lobe.
Her lips touch mine, her tongue snaking between my lips briefly. Then her mouth is moving up my face. Slowly. Wetly.
Her mouth settles over my closed right eye. There's a bit of pressure as she sucks, creating a vacuum. Her tongue pulses against my closed eyeball, again and again. She's making out with my closed eye!
It sounds weird. I know. I recognize. I see that. But fuck it was one of the hottest kisses I've ever had, and it was over far too quickly.
Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• The Chamorro word for kiss is "chiku."
Addendum: Totally forgot to give ya'll the link to last week's installment of Jingle George. So here it is: Click here for Jingle George!