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5:32PM - Friday December 12, 2003 I was eighteen when I received my first ever kiss. Well, I'm lying. I think I was four and in nursery school and his name was Joshua and he was smaller than me so I could pick him up and protect him from bullies. I still remmeber the last time I saw him, it was at the local dry goods store, it was raining, he was outside and I was in. We mouthed tearful goodbyes and pressd our faces to the glass... *sob* It's heart-breaking even now, but I digress. I was eighteen when I got my first grown-up kiss, with tongue. You have to understand that at eighteen I was still pretty asexual. I thought tongue-kissing was gross. I mean, why would anyone want to stick their tongue in anyone else's mouth? Gross! And even after that first kiss I wasn't all that convinced. I'd been fliritng with Tony all summer--we'd been friends for years but our feelings for each otehr kind of developed, and well, to make a long story short the last night party at the camp we both worked at we went back to our cabin and snuggled and he kissed me. With tongue. As first kisses go it could have been a little slower for me. First it was lips, and then all of a sudden, bammo! tongue in my mouth. Fortunately I survived the experience and acquired my first boyfriend. We did a lot of kissing. Kissing soon became one of my favourite activities. Apparently I got quite good at it, because the next person I kissed, Suzy, wondered where the hell I learned to kiss like that the first time we kissed. And she would know, being a coke-head stripper and all. Since then I've done a lot of kissing. It's still one of my favourite things to do, and I do use it as a guage as to whether I want to go farther with the person I'm kissing. A kiss has to be good or I'm not going any farther. For example, the next boy I kissed was a beautiful African who introduced himself to me in Yellow shoe store at the Carrefour. We went out for beer--it was my first and last date ever, I swear. My flight or fight instinct was revving so hard that the next day I had sore thigh muscles. I drove him home to his apartment, he invited me in, and I figured, what the hell--it's been over four years since I've had sex, if he's a good kisser I might go for it. Only, he was so not. He touched my neck and shoulders really nicely, I was starting to get all quivery, and then he moved in for the kill. He clamped his mouth on my wide open and stuck his tongue down my throat. I'm sure my eyes just about popped out of my head. It was excrutiatingly bad. I remember sitting there under this assault wondering when it would be polite to stop him, get up off the couch and leave and never ever see him again. It was that bad, and I quickly did what was going through my mind. See, for me, kissing should be playful and exploratory, pasionate, occasionally bruising. There should be nibbles and lower lip sucking, gentle bites, soft presses, flicking tongues. It shouldn't be just mashing your lips together and fighting tongues unless you're in the middle of some pretty active intense fucking. I think one of the sexiest things ever is to be kissing at the same time as you come. I like crying out into someone's mouth, and feeling their moans reverberate in my palate. It's pure sex and I love it. I also love it when whoever is kissing me cups the back of my head, or places both hands along the side of my face or jaw. I make sure I do it to the people I kiss because I know how cherished and special it makes me feel. It's just wonderful, what a wonderful connection with another person. So, how about a little interaction? I've got the guestbook, so why not leave a note and tell me what you like about kissing? Or leave a comment on My LJ. I smooch you!
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