I’m in far too good a mood today to leave you all in the weighted woe of my last post. I really wrote most of those things down last night, after I was walking home in the chill of the dark autumn air. Now, today, it’s a new feeling, a new turn of the wheel always turning.
I am feeling light, joyous, and content, and I want to share those feelings with all of you too.
And what better way to do so than to wax poetically on one of my very favorite acts of pleasure: kissing.
Kissing is making love with your mouth. It’s exchanging secret wishes for something more. I find it profoundly intimate and deeply sensual when done right.
A mouth that is hungry, but not voracious. Lips that are soft, but deliberate. A tongue that is eager to know the slippery contours of my partner’s tongue and lips. I want a mouth that explores mine filled with desire. I want a man who explores my mouth with his like he’s painting his want across the canvas of my mouth. Broad languid strokes of the tongue, lips that don’t wrestle, but instead embrace mine. A tongue that traces the blossoming line of my parted lips, and knows the delicate balance of capture and release between lips, teeth and tongue.
I hate a rigid tongue. A tongue that is stiff and flicks about like it doesn’t know where it’s going, or like it’s trying to engage in a sword fight with my tongue is a huge turn off. I will immediately think you will make love to my body like this, and will not let you go any further. Kissing to me, is the deal breaker. If I do not like the way you kiss me, I will never allow you any more of me. I don’t believe that you can teach someone how to kiss. You either know it innately, or not al all.
I want a mouth that seeks to know all of my hidden secrets, and that knows how to pull them out of me, without me ever speaking a word.
And I want a body that presses itself against mine, and becomes one with the shifting contours of my silhouette. I body whose desire I can feel rampant and pleading.
It’s how I will kiss you, if you are someone I desire to touch this way.
I could spend an entire night just kissing…just knowing someone this way, and feeling the desperate anticipation cresting with each caress, mouths pressed deep.
Sometimes when I am masturbating, I move my mouth in an imagined kiss; trace my lower lip with the brush of my tongue, search with my lips for my invisible lover’s. I kiss the creation of whomever I am fantasizing about in the moment, as if they were flesh and blood before me. it instantly heightens my arousal. I come quicker, and more intensely; the response is the same when I am with a partner, too.
I am an exceptionally orally fixated lover. I need my mouth romanced. I need to court the lust from your body with mine.
I want passion spoken to my soul.
Watch this. Not these two people, but yes this song and this kissing. Not he first kissing off the escalator (that looks too fake), but the kissing in bed.
“I am folded and unfolded, and unfolding”
“Pull me out from inside…I am ready…I am ready…I am fine”