French Kissing

The airport will likely be crowded with passengers and loved ones scurrying about to make their flights. And then as they approach the baggage claim a hint of recognition will freeze time.

The noise and movement of all the world will fade into a fog as the two see each other for the first time. Bags will drop as she jumps into his welcoming arms lifting her from the ground. Their bodies colliding into one loving mass. Her fingers glide through his hair as their eyes lock and their beath tingles together in the electricity that seperates their wanting lips.

And then with a wink her supple lips meet with his for the first time. Melting together in a perfect embrace. Her sweet breath fill him to his soul.
 
Teasing

Slowly, tenderly I'd start with just the brushing of our lips
and then letting the kiss become more passionate. I'd take his lip, place mine gently around it and rub it with my tongue softly. After a moment or two of this, I'd suck the wetness from it.

My favorite spot on the lips is right on the center of the top lip. I love the way it feels against my tongue.

What drives me even more insane is when he hasn't shaved for a couple of days and has a bit of stubble. The feel, it's ruffness and his soft kisses... Hmmm absolutely devine.
 
As we gazed longingly through the faceplates of our gas masks, we were so overcome with desire that we both took deep breaths, the popped off the masks and masticated each others tongues until we were overcome by the fumes. Later, when we were revived by the hazmat rescue team, we both had horrendous headaches and a three day hospital stay due to toxic exposure......The worst part is that neither of us can remember if we liked it or not.
 
My face burned as I watched them dance together. I could no longer stand by and watch as he held her close, looking over with that smirk on his face as if to say, "you should have moved faster.'

I walked out onto the dance floor and separated the two as the began to spin. I pushed him aside and looked deep into her eyes.

"I'm cutting in...I'm sure you won't mind."

I told hold of her and spun around, lifting her off the floor. After two or three rotations I gently placed her feet on the floor. Her eyes were wild but seemed to soften as I moved my lips to hers.

There on the edge of the dance floor, we shared a long passionate kiss.
 
Omg

RosevilleCAguy said:
As we gazed longingly through the faceplates of our gas masks, we were so overcome with desire that we both took deep breaths, the popped off the masks and masticated each others tongues until we were overcome by the fumes. Later, when we were revived by the hazmat rescue team, we both had horrendous headaches and a three day hospital stay due to toxic exposure......The worst part is that neither of us can remember if we liked it or not.

Ugghh. You made me do a spit take and I wasn't even drinking anything.

Dammit that was romantic. I love war romance stories.
 
RosevilleCAguy said:
As we gazed longingly through the faceplates of our gas masks, we were so overcome with desire that we both took deep breaths, the popped off the masks and masticated each others tongues until we were overcome by the fumes. Later, when we were revived by the hazmat rescue team, we both had horrendous headaches and a three day hospital stay due to toxic exposure......The worst part is that neither of us can remember if we liked it or not.

*sigh*

if only I was a dame...
 
A question from last night I thought was rather funny.

"What do they call french kissing in Paris?"
 
Re: Ram

Secret Kate said:



You can dance with me anytime!
of course...I'd have to extend my neck to get close to your lips...but GAWD would it be worth it!
 
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Star At Sunrise said:


Ugghh. You made me do a spit take and I wasn't even drinking anything.

Dammit that was romantic. I love war romance stories.

A spit take in a gas mask is a REALLY bad thing....LOL
 
Rambrat said:
My face burned as I watched them dance together. I could no longer stand by and watch as he held her close, looking over with that smirk on his face as if to say, "you should have moved faster.'

I walked out onto the dance floor and separated the two as the began to spin. I pushed him aside and looked deep into her eyes.

"I'm cutting in...I'm sure you won't mind."

I told hold of her and spun around, lifting her off the floor. After two or three rotations I gently placed her feet on the floor. Her eyes were wild but seemed to soften as I moved my lips to hers.

There on the edge of the dance floor, we shared a long passionate kiss.

If your face was burning, you should have used a gas mask. Maybe a full suit too. The suit makes it hard to dance though. Better just stick with the mask. Somedays you just have to be wild and crazy, despite the presence of air borne carcenogens..
 
RosevilleCAguy said:


If your face was burning, you should have used a gas mask. Maybe a full suit too. The suit makes it hard to dance though. Better just stick with the mask. Somedays you just have to be wild and crazy, despite the presence of air borne carcenogens..

Fortunately...I had a drink in my hand and was able to throw it in my face.

It was one of those times when I left the gas mask at home, not wanting to freak out the other people.
 
Rambrat said:


Fortunately...I had a drink in my hand and was able to throw it in my face.

It was one of those times when I left the gas mask at home, not wanting to freak out the other people.

Wow. Quick thinking. I never would have thought of the "man-portable facial toxic exposure decontamination system"

I can understand about the freaking out other people concern. Last time I went out wearing the suit (which is always- Caution before comfort is a good life principle) everybody started running around yelling about "anthrax" and "plague" and things like that.

Maybe I should get a sign that tells everybody that my suit is a CHEMICAL suit not a BIOHAZARD suit. They really are quite different you know, but sometimes they can be confusing to the untrained eye. Do you think a sign would help?
 
with apologies to Dawg...

Mines at the Airport, too.

I was the last person off the plane, having been the last one on the plane. I had a very heavy carry on, and was struggling from the last gate to the security area. It was late at night, and I'd been travelling most of the day, and was tired, but excited to be meeting someone special for the first time.

I saw him standing in a large group of people by the security area. I smiled when I saw him, but my bag shifted in my arms, and I looked down to readjust it. When I looked back up, he was gone. Still walking, I started to search around for him, not seeing. But before panic set in, someone popped in front of me, and I was greeted by a huge smile, warm arms hugging me. All I had time to do was smile back before he swooped down to give me the biggest, wettest, and most toe curling kiss a girl could ever get.

I actually heard people around us say, "Awwwwwww...."

Grin.
 
It had taken me an hour to pluck up enough courage to ask her for a dance, and she said no. Later that new years eve, everyone was swapping partners on the dance floor, just before the clock struck twelve.

There I was dancing at last with the woman who had turned me down at the beginning of the night, and as the clock struck twelve she kissed me.

At first it was a happy to be alive sort of kiss, but as I placed my hand onto the side of her face, stroking her cheek gently with my thumb, the kiss became more passionate. Our lips glided over each others as if we were one, her tongue danced over my own making me respond in kind.

That kiss lasted longer than anyone elses, even drawing applause from the happy revellers around the dance floor. Yet strangly, throughout all the noise from cheers, and all the bangs from the fireworks, that moment, that kiss, was all that mattered to me.

Carl
 
RosevilleCAguy said:


Wow. Quick thinking. I never would have thought of the "man-portable facial toxic exposure decontamination system"

I can understand about the freaking out other people concern. Last time I went out wearing the suit (which is always- Caution before comfort is a good life principle) everybody started running around yelling about "anthrax" and "plague" and things like that.

Maybe I should get a sign that tells everybody that my suit is a CHEMICAL suit not a BIOHAZARD suit. They really are quite different you know, but sometimes they can be confusing to the untrained eye. Do you think a sign would help?

Yes,so as not to alarm people, how about...

Look Mom...No More Bubble!
 
Rambrat said:


Yes,so as not to alarm people, how about...

Look Mom...No More Bubble!

If I do that, then people will think I have an immune system disorder like "John Travolta" in that made for TV movie.

Women will no longer desire me because they will not want to give me icky germs. I need babes. That and chemicals, of course, is why I wear the suit in the first place. Chicks dig the suit.
 
My first ever kiss...

In the awkwardness of youth we both sat on the edge of the bed looking over the bookshelf. “Oh, let’s look at this” she prompted as she pulled out a star sign book. She told me her sign and asked me to read what it said.

“Despite how you appear on the outside, you are a risk taker, rarely ever hold back and you can be prone to surprising people with your actions.”

As the words left my mouth she reached over and placed her hand on the book gently prying it from my grasp. “Like this?” she asked. With no other words her face moved towards mine, out lips meeting in the middle. I could smell her hair, a faint aroma of strawberries... how fitting seeing as she was a redhead. Maybe it was just in my mind. It lasted such a short time but my heart beat as if I were holding my breathe for minutes.

“Well?” she wondered aloud.

My mouth stumbled over words that weren’t there…
 
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