“And yours? How do you know when you are in a great kiss?”
To follow up on my previous post:
Anonymous asks: “And yours? How do you know when you are in a great kiss?”
The greatest kisses I’ve had have started with great emotion and empathy. They were moments where I was inside her head, and she was inside mine.
I’ll just describe one, in first-person present tense, and we’ll see how accurate it is.
Inches away from each other, our conversation ebbs as she looks up and catches my eye with a mischievous, joyful sparkle. I want to grin back, but instead I feel a switch thrown somewhere, and the volts fly through me, begging to be released. My fingers touch her shoulder in an incidental way, and she shudders as our worlds crash together in the skin-to-skin contact. Our eyes slide over the features of the other, until my eyes settle on her lips. By now our bodies are touching, and as my hand comes up, our heads tilt together. My eyes close as we near, and my fingers slide into her hair, fingers firmly present but smooth and gentle, cradling her head as our lips come near.
In this first kiss of ours, my lips part slightly, but I hold just before we touch lips. The heat transfer from my mouth to hers and back causes our pulses to skyrocket, but I won’t be rushed. our lips barely touch, and my thinking brain is destroyed with the sensation of her. My other hand wraps around the small of her back and firmly pulls her tight against me, and I feel her body respond to me, her leg curls around mine. My lips travel on hers, feeling their exact shape and size, and hers respond in kind. I hear a quiet moan, but I don’t know if it’s hers or mine. Her hands come up to me, on my chest or either side of my head or fingers stroking the back of my head without volition, and our kiss finally, truly connects. I grin uncontrollably into the kiss, and she grins back at me until my gentle fingers become firm in her hair, gripping it, and she immediately moans into my mouth, and our explorations blend together. However firmly we kiss, our tongues still touch each other so finely, gentle but not hesitant, as if they can’t believe their fortune.
At every moment, we’re in each other’s heads. When we switch sides, stop for a breath, or aggressively pounce on the other, the action is naturally and eagerly matched.
That’s just one kind of ‘great kiss’. Many great kisses involve laughter, mid-kiss conversation, ass-grabs (hey, I like it when a girl gives’m a squeeze, sue me), gently roaming hands, and changes in tempo. I can totally dig the intense play, too, but the kiss that sends me out of my head and curls my toes is one where every single moment feels totally cherished, absorbed, and returned.
As a few people may attest to, if the kissing is going really well, I can kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss. All the other stuff is wonderful, but having my brain melted with insanely good kissing is not something I’m going to give up for a blowjob.
Kissing is the single largest reason I miss having long hair.
Sounds to me like we’ve been kissing people of similar mindsets about how kissing is to be done properly.
Of course, kissing (and the firm hair grasping that should go along with it) is the major reason why I grew my hair back out…
I completely feel that way too. I’m the same way with a hug. A hug, to me, is a powerful statement. In any way it comes, it can tell many things. The kind of hug I like the most is one that tight, long and says, “I’m glad your here, with me hugging you.”
Ohh, that first part was supposed to be a quote.
At every moment, we’re in each other’s heads.
The most incredible kisses are done with every part of us involved. Lips, bodies, minds, psyche and soul. Just for a moment, and who can judge the length of a moment in a truly magnificent kiss, there is no separation between where you would end and I would begin.
Somewhere in that kiss, eyes open up to the reveal the depth of one’s core, and when you look, you see more than words can adequately explain, and you can taste the essence of this person that you are so intimately exploring. And the tasting itself is so exquisite, so inviting, so personal.
In this greatest of kisses, you lose your breath and find theirs. It’s the moment you find out that shy does not mean timid.
In this best of kisses, time stops.