here are been blogs about kisses before. There have been some excellent ones. Let’s face it—kissing is fun.
(Sometimes).
Yes, there are those whose lips are so slack or that are so slobbery, you feel like you’ve put your face into a bowl of melting gelatine. There are the ones with bad breath—ew. There are the ones that you intend to be a quick peck on the cheek but that somehow go horribly awry when he turns at the wrong moment.
But there are also the ones t****ake m****nds wander into his jacket, that force my fingers to run lightly up his sides, the kisses that pull m****nds around to his back, dig my fingers in and pull him so close that we dance a lover’s dance whether it’s in private or on a busy street corner, with no care as to who sees or has to step into the street to walk around us.
There are the kisses that end with hands in hair, pulling back my head to expose my neck for lips along my jawline, or for me to graze my face in rough stubble.
Kissing. The first step....or is it?
When is a kiss a signal of more to come and when is it—simply a kiss?
I’ve kissed quite a few frogs in life, and I’ve kissed one or two princes. Most often it leads to nothing more. I happen to love kissing. But do I give the wrong signal when I kiss someone goodbye, even if it is sans wandering hands? I like to think t****y words are taken into account....when I say I’m interested, but not enough to pursue this more (or yes---I want more), and that the kiss is simply a parting gift, but maybe in my selfishness in wanting a smooch I overlook the fact that it may be what is heard the loudest.
Sigh. I ma****ve to start fasting here, give up the lip contact and find another oral fix to satisfy my cravings.
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age | 30 | |
| Sexuality | Straight | |
| Location | Malaysia, Sabah, Kota Kinabalu | |
