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Lots of people have questioned why I rarely kiss as to most it is a wonderful, sensual erotic experience and they love it. One of my best friends is a huge fan of kissing, and can wax lyrical on it's virtues. I would have to say... I agree with her.
It is a deeply intimate and erotic experience, especially combined with a hand in the hair pulling me close
Slam me up against the wall, and kiss me like you own me... One hand at my throat, the other sliding between my thighs to feel the hot slickness, the evidence of my desire.
Kiss me like you have waited a thousand years for a taste of my lips, devour my mouth like you intend to take my body....
Kiss me softly, lingeringly, gently with delicate butterfly kisses that make me float with pleasure and murmur in delight.
Kiss me, with intent and with passion, suck my tongue into your mouth and bite it, hold me there, immobile in your embrace and capture my squeals in your open mouth as you give me the pain we both crave
(That was probably the most memorable kiss of my life)
Kiss me after I have made you cum with my mouth, licked and sucked and teased and pleased you, until you can no longer remember your own name and your climatic release has covered me. Taste yourself upon my lips.
Kiss me after you have watched us. watched me drive them to the edge over.. and over as they squirm, and plead before the stream of expletives herald the end of our orgiastic dance. Taste their desire upon my mouth.
Kiss me, as the tears spill, when I am raw and sore and aching. Taste the salt of my exertions and release once you have bruised and decorated my body with your sadistic designs.
Yes. I adore kissing. I just don't do it very often because...
To me it's more intimate than sex. More intimate than sucking cock or fingering and licking pussy. It's more intimate that getting naked and begging you to hurt me..again, "please sir may I have another one you evil fucker"
A good kiss can literally take my breath away (and I'm a huge fan of breath play)
Most people don't ask before they kiss you - a first kiss I'm talking about - they just move in for the lip lock... Do you know what you're asking for when you go to kiss me?
You don't just kiss me.. You explore me - the depth of my desire, the strength of my need (or not) Its a window straight through to my soul. A great kiss will reduce me to a smouldering puddle of transparent vulnerability. I give of myself in a kiss, reveal myself, become naked in a way a lack of clothes can never achieve.....so excuse me if I keep the shutters drawn until we know each other a little better won't you? |
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"Lots of people have questioned why I rarely kiss as to most it is a wonderful, sensual erotic experience and they love it. One of my best friends is a huge fan of kissing, and can wax lyrical on it's virtues. I would have to say... I agree with her.
It is a deeply intimate and erotic experience, especially combined with a hand in the hair pulling me close
Slam me up against the wall, and kiss me like you own me... One hand at my throat, the other sliding between my thighs to feel the hot slickness, the evidence of my desire.
Kiss me like you have waited a thousand years for a taste of my lips, devour my mouth like you intend to take my body....
Kiss me softly, lingeringly, gently with delicate butterfly kisses that make me float with pleasure and murmur in delight.
Kiss me, with intent and with passion, suck my tongue into your mouth and bite it, hold me there, immobile in your embrace and capture my squeals in your open mouth as you give me the pain we both crave
(That was probably the most memorable kiss of my life)
Kiss me after I have made you cum with my mouth, licked and sucked and teased and pleased you, until you can no longer remember your own name and your climatic release has covered me. Taste yourself upon my lips.
Kiss me after you have watched us. watched me drive them to the edge over.. and over as they squirm, and plead before the stream of expletives herald the end of our orgiastic dance. Taste their desire upon my mouth.
Kiss me, as the tears spill, when I am raw and sore and aching. Taste the salt of my exertions and release once you have bruised and decorated my body with your sadistic designs.
Yes. I adore kissing. I just don't do it very often because...
To me it's more intimate than sex. More intimate than sucking cock or fingering and licking pussy. It's more intimate that getting naked and begging you to hurt me..again, "please sir may I have another one you evil fucker"
A good kiss can literally take my breath away (and I'm a huge fan of breath play)
Most people don't ask before they kiss you - a first kiss I'm talking about - they just move in for the lip lock... Do you know what you're asking for when you go to kiss me?
You don't just kiss me.. You explore me - the depth of my desire, the strength of my need (or not) Its a window straight through to my soul. A great kiss will reduce me to a smouldering puddle of transparent vulnerability. I give of myself in a kiss, reveal myself, become naked in a way a lack of clothes can never achieve.....so excuse me if I keep the shutters drawn until we know each other a little better won't you?"
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"Lots of people have questioned why I rarely kiss as to most it is a wonderful, sensual erotic experience and they love it. One of my best friends is a huge fan of kissing, and can wax lyrical on it's virtues. I would have to say... I agree with her.
It is a deeply intimate and erotic experience, especially combined with a hand in the hair pulling me close
Slam me up against the wall, and kiss me like you own me... One hand at my throat, the other sliding between my thighs to feel the hot slickness, the evidence of my desire.
Kiss me like you have waited a thousand years for a taste of my lips, devour my mouth like you intend to take my body....
Kiss me softly, lingeringly, gently with delicate butterfly kisses that make me float with pleasure and murmur in delight.
Kiss me, with intent and with passion, suck my tongue into your mouth and bite it, hold me there, immobile in your embrace and capture my squeals in your open mouth as you give me the pain we both crave
(That was probably the most memorable kiss of my life)
Kiss me after I have made you cum with my mouth, licked and sucked and teased and pleased you, until you can no longer remember your own name and your climatic release has covered me. Taste yourself upon my lips.
Kiss me after you have watched us. watched me drive them to the edge over.. and over as they squirm, and plead before the stream of expletives herald the end of our orgiastic dance. Taste their desire upon my mouth.
Kiss me, as the tears spill, when I am raw and sore and aching. Taste the salt of my exertions and release once you have bruised and decorated my body with your sadistic designs.
Yes. I adore kissing. I just don't do it very often because...
To me it's more intimate than sex. More intimate than sucking cock or fingering and licking pussy. It's more intimate that getting naked and begging you to hurt me..again, "please sir may I have another one you evil fucker"
A good kiss can literally take my breath away (and I'm a huge fan of breath play)
Most people don't ask before they kiss you - a first kiss I'm talking about - they just move in for the lip lock... Do you know what you're asking for when you go to kiss me?
You don't just kiss me.. You explore me - the depth of my desire, the strength of my need (or not) Its a window straight through to my soul. A great kiss will reduce me to a smouldering puddle of transparent vulnerability. I give of myself in a kiss, reveal myself, become naked in a way a lack of clothes can never achieve.....so excuse me if I keep the shutters drawn until we know each other a little better won't you?"
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