“I’m killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.” “Won’t that be nice. She kissed me!”
A friend of mine posted a commentary on kissing, including a passage from Stranger in a Strange Land which stated why the main character’s kiss was so unique, in that he is entirely focused on that kiss, without reservation or anticipation. Of course, the main character isn’t raised by humans, either.
And so, I’d like to see your thoughts. I’m not going to make a poll, because I want you to take as much space as you’d like. “ME TOO” IS NOT A VALID RESPONSE. *grin*
Riddle me this (any or all): What goes into your favorite kisses? What do you do (intentionally or unintentionally) when you kiss someone? How do you know you’re in a great kiss? Do you think about anything? Are your eyes open, closed, or in some other state (no puns! ;) )?
*boyish grin* You may recuse yourself if you think we might kiss someday. ;) I need no hints! If you have thoughts on kissing I didn’t mention, comment!
(If no one responds, I’ll just assume that everyone, like, totally wants to make out with me, and like, wants to have a million of my babies. That’s okay, too.)
Also, you don’t have to actually have had this great kiss. You can just comment about how you think it should be done, or about how you like to do it.
Ok…the edit made me HAVE to post.
I totally want to make out with you, no surprises there…but the babies thing? *RUNS SCREAMING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION*
*laughs maniacally* Telling people that if they didn’t comment, they wanted to have my babies was the best idea ever!
You, sir, are an imp, a rascal and a scamp.
All things that make kissing a helluva lot of fun.
It’s a favorite when it feels like a conversation. A conversation riddled with plenty of adjectives and semicolons. Generally, my eyes are closed. The basic bit o’ trust in that is comforting.
Semicolons… I like the occasional pause – not a lack of surety, but a moment’s existence, like transferring something from physical memory to body memory, or otherwise specifically cherishing that very second.
SISL’s main character is human — Valentine Michael was born on Mars but by human parents who die, and is henceforth raised by Martians.
That’s all I can say, considering the overwhelming possibility that you and I may one day make out fiercely. It would of course be best to postpone that inevitability for as long as we can stand it, for the sheer delight of my kissing perfection would likely ruin you for all who naively attempted to follow…
I had been the first of the five most passionate and pure kisses… I graciously gave up my spot to Wesley and Buttercup. Let’s just say Rob Reiner paid me well.
*laugh* *pink* While I’ve read his books many times, it has been a number of years since Stranger. Even though it was a huge book for him, it was just one of many, for me (I was too young to know what books were more popular than others via the grapevine – not in 4th grade).
I’m touched by your willingness to hold back in the hopes that I may have a fruitful kissing life.
For several years I was a member of a group that based itself entirely off from SISL. I used to have a stack of the paperbacks that we’d hand out to friends like the little green Bibles…
Church of All Worlds?
Yup. Teresa and I were in it about the same time as, but for a shorter time and I don’t think as seriously. They’ve collapsed now under the weight of their own disorganization.
That image looks like martian Cheesecake.
I like a kiss to be well-paced. I lose myself in it best if it starts off soft and slowly and naturally builds up to something hot. Ocassional, well-timed breaks to look into each other’s eyes are pretty hot too. If the mood is appropriate, a rough and hard kiss can be hot, but too often, people go for the rough lip-sucking kisses when the timing’s just not right for them which ruins everything.
And I like to be able to run my fingers through the kisser’s hair.
When I kiss, I like to feel the pressure from our lips against each other’s. The warmth, the moisture as our entanglement makes the others mouth wet just so. I reach my hand up to feel the back of the other person’s neck and head. Our tongues caress with gentle, passionate force. While I’m in this kiss, it is the only thing that matters until it ends. Like the rest of the world is not even there.
Sometimes my eyes are open, but mostly closed.
My skin becomes covered in goosebumps from the surge of bliss that comes from such a kiss.
Besides…pleading the 5th takes the fun out of everything. :P *MUAH*
I’ve been told to reply to this or I will be cursed with millions of Scott’s babies. Fearing for my sanity, I have come.
Kissing is sort of a strange subject for me. For a long time, I just didn’t do it. I think that came about because I went through a period where I was just out trying to have as much fun as I could, and in the middle of all that messing around, kissing just seemed so.. personal.. and intimate. Apparently I wasn’t really in the mood for personal and intimate until about a year to two years ago. And *then* I discovered the joy of just lying in a bed for hours kissing softly and just keeping our lips close to each other, or nuzzling our noses, until a kiss would heat me up and we’d move on for a while before coming back to that.
Kissing means something a lot deeper to me, really. If I’m with someone that’s sort of a fling, or just for fun, there’s not any kissing, or if there is, it definitely doesn’t go as far as what could be called “making out”. Kissing is about love to me. It symbolizes everything that private, intimate and glowing in my heart. Therefore, if I don’t love someone, I can’t really get into kissing.
Strangely, since that period of time where I got to spend hours realizing that joy, I’ve sort of regressed back to occassional kisses and pecks that do nothing to really stimulate desire in me. Where before I didn’t want the intimacy and commitment that a real kiss meant to me, now it seems that I’m afraid of it.
Thank you for commenting, Lucy. :) *pounce*
I’ve kissed a lot of people I thought were very good, and a lot I thought were just awful, and I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that the only thing that matters is how you feel about a person. When I really care about someone, their kisses are the best in the world no matter how they do it. If I don’t care about someone and I’m just kissing them cause I think they’re hot, I suppose I can think of some things I like and don’t. With someone that means a lot to me, it doesn’t matter.
Sex works the same way.
Er… I learned to kiss from reading Stranger.
In my favorite kisses, nothing else exists but me and the person I’m kissing. My eyes are typically closed, my entire attention is focused on that person, and I use that input to direct what I do next in the kiss. I don’t think during the great kisses; I’m too far in the moment for anything else to intrude on my mind.
as much as i’m less thatn thrilled with heinlein generally, the being Totally There In The Moment business does have a lot to do with a really good kiss. being personal about it helps, too. as in, a mutual great appreciation of the person one is sharing the kiss with. faces are really personal in that the face is the most clearly recognized bit of a person by others, and also because it’s where 4 out of 5 senses have their input centers. so everything taken in there is a more complete sensory experience than anywhere else. one’s brain is stored behind one’s face, generally speaking, and there’s a kind of interface (no pun intended, for once) with that idea, too. being close to the seat of all those really personal characteristics that are involved in putting forth evidence of a whole person. eyes closed is good generally, as it would probably be super awkward to attempt to do the eye contact thing at the same time as a kiss. it’s all about being a complete experience. when possible, i prefer to be as closely entwined with the other person as possible. that is, if speaking about the major production type of kiss. but really, smaller kisses are great, too. little reminders of affection on the cheek or the neck or wherever’s convenient. sometimes those are even better, because they carry no expectation, and take up no great weight of time, but get the whole point across anyhow.
I’ve been trying to identify what it was about my most intense kissing that made it so.
On the surface, I can tell you:
1) While excitedly anticipated, it ended up being completely spontaneous
2) It was with another woman
3) It was stop and go traffic, which meant go and stop kissing!
Besides the soft lips, there was tender-but-firm pressure (if that makes sense), and both of us weren’t afraid to let each other know how good it made us feel.
It was authentic and honest affection between equals that had no expectation other than that of the moment’s pleasure.
Amazing.
While kissing you sounds like a tasty prospect, distance makes it much more challenging. So, I respond. IMHO, there are different kisses for different situations. A soft sweet press of the lips, gradually growing more intense……A strong passionate kiss, open-mouthed, tongues twining together…..A rubbing of noses, winsome and affectionate…..A feather-light brush of the lips, repeated to become a maddening tease over sensitive skin….
You get the idea. Kissing is important and, when done well, very intoxicating. :)
I love to rub noses. :) It’s one of my favorite “I’m so happy you’re here next to me” things to do.
*rubs noses with you from afar*
:D
what goes into my favorite kisses? my favorite people! well, okay not quite (: but this did get me to wondering, and thinking and remembering…
i love kissing. the most memorable ones to me are those that started out slow and tentative. almost as if my lips (and the rest of me) are being asked “is this okay?” and they most often replied with “why yes,” and then it gets more and more intense. the best are the ones that build up slowly, often starting with just lips, and getting stronger and open-mouthed. the best kisses leave me breathless and wanting more. they’re tender, but there’s strength behind them. the kisses that make me want more are playful yet serious, dangerous yet comforting. usually my eyes are shut, but i’ve been known to peek… i love how long beautiful eyelashes look splayed across a cheek. i’ve been caught peeking, too… and the smiles and surprise were delightful. i love being able to simply stop and rest my forehead against my partner’s forehead, and catch my breath. sometimes a kiss includes their nose or their cheeks or eyes, sometimes ears and neck, too.
okay i need to stop… this is distracting enough at work! (:
this made me think of the worst kisses, too. the surprise of having an acquaintence shove his tongue down my throat immediately sprang to mind. i’m sure he thought he was being all daring and sauve, but he just managed to gross me out (and make me spill my drink!)
Rock on :) I once offered a kiss to someone who shoved their tongue in my mouth without preamble. Never again.
You know what – I like the good stuffs you talked about here. One day I’ll experience it too! :D
The tongue tackle is ugh. Gotta work your way up to that, man!
Mmmmmmm, kissing.
Such a favorite activity.
For me, the kiss is dictated by the mood of the situation. Sometimes soft and playful, with a lot of nuzzling noses and light nipping of the bottom lip; other times, it’s a crushing, desperate need to consume the very essence of the one I’m kissing.
Of course, my participation here does not preclude the chance of wanting to kiss you, Skennedy.
But, back on topic, my favorite kind of kiss starts softly, with a hand on my cheek and the other wound into my hair, pulling me in. Just lips at first, softly nipping and exploring the outer contours of my partner’s mouth. Once my lips have learned everything that there is to know about those soft but usually bristly outlines, my tongue darts forward to sample the softness of my partner’s mouth, caressing their lips and tongue with mine. By now, my heart is pounding, my skin flushed, and my breath is beginning to run short. After a few (or many) soft and gentle delvings, the pressure of my tongue increases, as does the speed with which the kisses mount into something more intense. I might move to an ear or the neckline for a brief time but always return to sample more of my partner’s mouth. If adequately inspired, which isn’t much of a challenge, I end up feeding hungrily on my partner’s kisses, seeking to inflame my partner’s entire body through their mouth. While this is all going on, I often break from the kissing to nuzzle my partner’s neck and cheeks, softly whispering a detailed description of what their kisses are doing to me.
Whew. I think I may have to go take a cold shower now.
nice description!
*gold star*
Go me, go me!
I love waxing poetic on the subject of smooching.
How do I know it’s a great kiss? I feel like we’re communicating and in sync – like if I pull back for a quiet moment or to reposition my head or whatever, the person I’m kissing will let me do that, but if I’m throwing myself into it, the other person will be matching my enthusiasm. Preferably not in a calculating way, but in an empathic one.
I like all kinds of kisses, from fast hard ones where I feel like my mouth is being penetrated and our essences are crazily merging in a letting go that spirals down my spine and makes my toes curl and my knees weak, to lingering sensual kisses where our lips are barely touching and we’re teasing each other into heights of sensitivity only the lips are capable of.
I suppose the best kisses are the ones where I’m so lost in the moment and the other person that I have no idea what our mouths are specifically *doing*, I just know that it’s good.
Diversity and sensitivity are good in a kissing repertoire.
I totally dig.
Also, *sticks you with the RHPS lips sticker* you win the “cold shower, please” award, for headspace-engaging yum. Now if you’ll ‘scuse me …
And yours? How do you know when you are in a great kiss?
disclaimer: this is in no specific order, it’s just a jumbling of thoughts
i love the feeling of lips against lips, so quick little pecks are always a good way to start something. sometimes i like to tease by not kissing him right away, make him come towards me. i like to suck on tongues and lips, but only when it gets really heated. i like to lick his lips and face. i love love love scruffy faces. i always end up breaking out on my chin, it’s like a badge of honor, hehe. sometimes i make little moaning sounds, but unintentionally because i find them to be embarrassing. i also like to smile when i kiss someone, just keep my mouth against theirs and grin for a second. i know i’m in a great kiss when i’m not paying attention to anything else, it’s just warm wet comfort. if the kiss is good, my mind’s usually clear and i forget to think. my eyes are usually closed but if it’s a really long kiss i take a peek to see if his eyes are closed and just how much he’s into it. i also love the occassional break from kissing to stare into each other’s eyes. my hands are usually on his scalp, shoulders, chest, or ass.
Since I absolutely refuse to bring spawn upon this earth to plague the future long after I’m gone…
The best kind of kiss, to me, is the one that starts off soft, like the first time you saw the person you’ve just laid lips on. There’s the first, casual brush, and then the intimation of another. Then you’re there, and they’re there, your mouths are connected by that undefinable something. You can’t pull away, and every time you do you’re just drawn back in again.
Magnetism and kissing. Can’t get enough of it.
i’ve got nothing. i don’t ever really think about it. i’m sure i think about stuff, but i can’t remember what. sometimes eyes open, sometimes closed.
lame answer i know. it’s just because i want to make out with you though! i am not a baby motel!
hehehe… :D
“i am not a baby motel!”
it’s true :)