Please describe....

[SnoopDog]

...kissing/first kiss.

Since I've never kissed someone I'm very curious abut how it feels.

So why don't you use your talent and try to give a short yet beautiful description of a kiss, how it feels, maybe even a first kiss. Try and make it sensual.

Remember though, this is no competition, there is no price other than my total admiration.

Snoopy, hoping this thread won't die a horible death

 

[Guest]

Ok, I'm game!

This isn't new, though, I wrote it a little while ago, but this, to me, is just about the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced, so I wanna post it again!

The Kiss

I love kissing. To me, it is the most erotic part of sex, and, while there are many types of kiss, the following is a description of the ultimate kiss, in my opinion. It never fails to turn me on and drive me to want more. Of course, this also has an awful lot to do with the person doing the kissing...

We'd just walked into the room and put down our bags. I straightened up, to look at him, and ask him what the plan was.

He grabbed me, startling me.

His hand went to the back of my head, taking hold of my long, thick hair, and he brought his face close to mine; so close I could feel his hot breath on my mouth. He didn't say a word, I couldn't even read his intentions via his face: he was too close and out of focus.

Thoughts raced through my mind, What was he doing? Was he about to get rough with me? What happened next both surprised and delighted me. He pressed his body up against mine and exerted a little pressure on me, encouraging me to walk backwards, towards the corner of the room.

Once there, once literally cornered, unable to move, his mouth went to mine. It was more than a kiss, more than a mouth pressing against another mouth, it was an act of pure, unadulterated lust, with a healthy dose of deep love and understanding.

I reciprocated his kiss, eagerly, with matching desire and hunger. My static, startled uncertainty melted and my arms encircled him, holding his body close to mine. Our heads tilted, enabling us to kiss deeper, the electricity between us constantly increasing. My hand went to the back of his head, holding it, raking my fingernails through his hair.

Our tongues met, flicking in and out of each other's mouths, then circling the other - tasting, probing, sending silent messages. We wanted each other, badly.

His hands travelled down my back and held my ass, squeezing it, delighting me, making me tingle. Mine moved down and grasped his butt, pulling his pelvis in close to mine. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, grinding against me.

When his hands moved round to the front and began unzipping my tight leather trousers, I gasped. I needed him. Needed him to touch me.

We were frantic, kissing deep, me moaning into his mouth, transmitting to him my need, my ache, my lust. He knew. He understood exactly what I needed and pushed his hand into my black, lacy knickers.

I continued to hold him, and we never broke the kiss as his fingers touched me, sending quivers through my body. He jammed a finger up inside me and I gasped again. My legs buckled a little, but he held me and never stopped kissing me.

He pushed his finger in and out of me, not holding back, knowing he could bring me to orgasm in no time, not once breaking the kiss.

My moaning increased, and he knew. He knew I was about to come. He fucked me hard with his fingers and kissed me deep with his mouth. I was lost, completely lost in the moment. No other thoughts intruded on that instance of complete ecstasy. He had me, and he was going to take me. And, take me he did.


Lou - phew, I'm a bit hot now.

 

[nikkijames]

Lou (if I may call you that)...

You're good

 

[Guest]

Snoop, I've posted this before. It may be my only elaborate kissing scene. ta, P.
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We stood apart silently for a minute or two, then I turned to him, put my hands on his shoulders and stretched to kiss him. I saw him as in a brief series of stop-motion images, bending forward, frame by frame, closing his eyes slowly and making a new shape of his mouth as he directed it toward mine. His lips were warm and moist and his kiss was like speech or song, articulate and musical.

I caressed his hair and face, touched the baby skin beneath his eyes, and gradually our kisses became eloquent. We opened our mouths and became tender, then excited, a little violent, quiet, tender again, more articulate. I kissed his face, his cheeks and brow, his eyelids, and felt his feathered lashes on my lips. I sucked tenderly at his neck and the hollow of his collarbone as his hands massaged my back, held my waist firmly, hugged me so that I had to arch my back and lift higher to reach his mouth again.

I felt as if I would drown, wanted to drown in his kiss, in his mouth, and was making soft moaning sounds when I felt low soft growls, like the purr of a great cat, vibrating from his mouth on to mine. His deep bass voice came forth and entered me, mouth to mouth, made love to me. In the midst of such intercourse, in the drowning seas of our mouths, what felt like the slowest movements of oceanic tides, he pulled back breathless and breathlessly said, "I've never felt like this before." He continued the deep purring sounds, muttered further, breathing heavily and fearfully, slightly gasping, then slowly repeating, "I've never felt anything like this."

I knew then I was his first love.

 

[Guest]

Lou (if I may call you that)...

You're good

Yup, of course you can! Everyone else does.

Thank you, Nikki!

 

[nikkijames]

you're more then welcome

 

[The_Fool]

What an incredible evening. The chance to share time with a very interesting lady. After several glasses of wine throughout the evening, and lots of conversation, we had become quite comfortable with each other. But now that evening was drawing to a close and I was walking this sweet lady to her front door.

“I’ve had a great time. I’m sorry to see it come to an end. Perhaps we could do this again, soon.”

“Me too. I’ve had a wonderful time, but tomorrow…”

“But tomorrow comes and all that comes with it.”

“Can I call you?”

“Oh yes, please do.”

I focused on the feel of her hand in mind and the smile on her face and in her eyes. I felt like I was babbling.

“Time to break it off,” I told myself. “Before you show what a complete idiot you really are.”

Squeezing her hand, I leaned forward to kiss her cheek. Hoping that I wasn’t pressing my luck too much. To my surprise and from the look of shock in her eyes, maybe to her surprise as well, she turned her face at the last moment so that our lips collided in a bumbling kiss. Even so her lips were so soft. I backed away for just a moment and stared into her eyes. Seeing nothing, but figuring I had nothing to lose, I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her slowly into my arms, willing to let go at anytime, if I felt any resistance. Her eyes locked with mine just up until our lips first touched and then she closed them and surrendered herself to the kiss.

Her lips were so soft and relaxed, I gloried in their feel against mine. The softness of her skin beneath my lips as I kissed each cheek, her forehead and found her lips again. She made herself comfortable in my embrace, relaxing to the moment as we shared this kiss.

We teased each other with just a very quick tongue dance and then her eyes flew open, shiny and smiling with amusement. And then our lips parted as she drew partially away.

“Darling, this is all well and good, but this is a first date.”

“True, but now that I know how much fun you are to kiss, I’ll have that much more reason to bug you for that second one.”

“I think we can probably manage that. Call me---tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight”

Saying this, I pulled her close once again and kissed her and let her slowly pull away. She held onto my hand until she backed into her door and let it go.

I backed away, watching her eyes smile at me from just behind the cracked door.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

And she gently pressed the door shut.

 

[carsonshepherd]

We both knew it was going to happen. It was inevitable from the first moment we met - actually, from the first moment I saw him. He didn't see me because he was sleeping on our couch, brought home from the Marine base by my brother while I slept. When I awoke and went downstairs, I saw him and our fate was sealed.

He was so different from anyone I'd ever known before and he enthralled me with his worldly irony. Perhaps he loved my innocence. By late that night, we weren't strangers. We talked about things we'd never spoken aloud to anyone else. We were alone in the house, upstairs in my room, listening to music and talking. Both of us just waiting for that moment when the inevitable happened. We sat together on my bed. I was propped up on a pillow against the iron headboard and he sat on the edge. As we talked, we seemed to move closer and closer.

Neither one of us made the first move toward the other. It was mutual. It was destiny. We kissed. His lips... God he had the softest lips. He smiled at me as our lips parted and he said, "There's one."

Our mouths met again and he pulled away long enough to say, "There's two."

Then we fell forward into each others' arms and plummeted to our destiny. I've never known a kiss like his since. Soft and hungry, sweet and luscious and demanding. It was drowning, but at the same time, being rescued. I gave myself to him completely in the dark hours just before the sun rose over the river outside my window.

 

[doormouse]

...kissing/first kiss.

Since I've never kissed someone I'm very curious abut how it feels.

wet

 

[wildsweetone]

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[wildsweetone]

From across the room she saw him looking at her lips. Either he liked her lipstick or he was hanging out for a kiss. A melding of the lips, a melding of their entire bodies. Warmth enveloped her as she let her mind linger on the feeling of his body against hers.

He crossed the room, not looking left, nor right; a direct line to her. She caught his eyes, liquid molten gold within their depths.

He stared at her lips, as she allowed her tongue to softly stroke the full lower lip. His eyes stayed on her tongue and her parted lips welcomed his interest.

Without waiting for an answer, without asking the question, he leaned forward and traced tingles across her upper lip with his tongue. Shivers slithered through her spine; with chin raised, her eyes stayed open.

His tongue slipped inside her warm mouth, danced the sensual belly dance against her tongue eliciting a moan from deep within her soul.

Tracing her teeth, she felt his mouth soft at first, then hard and needy against her own. She sucked his tongue, deep into her mouth, feeling the tip trail silver sparkles against the roof of her mouth.

Whimpering, she met his tongue with hers, rubbed erotically, inviting his hot need to stab her against the cold wall of his onslaught.

His musky body scent assailed her flared nostrils as her hands held his head, fingertips entwined in his hair, body trembling against his as her tongue plunged into depths previously unknown.

Then gently, carefully, he slid his tongue from her moist mouth and stared into the deep aroused darkness of her eyes.

"Tonight you are mine."

 

[SnoopDog]

Hey, thnx everybody. The only problem is, these descriptions are making one even more curious.

Snoopy

 

[yui]

A pornographic kiss (I cheated...it's from my story Tokyo Rumba):

Yuki eats at my mouth like it’s candy. Licking, chewing, sucking. Rubbing his hot slippery tongue against mine, loving me, fucking my mouth with slow deep strokes. He touches me nowhere except a hand on each side of my head holding me at the angle he wants. My eyes close and I don’t fall into the kiss so much as dive into it. Dizzy, I hang onto the heavy bones of his wrists, his skin warm and smooth, his pulse throbbing beneath the soft pads of my fingers.

My whole body is pulsing in time to Yuki’s kiss. When he releases my lips his hands are cradling my face. I keep my eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the sweet sting of well-kissed lips. Yuki is panting just inches away and the warm gust of his breath is drying his saliva on my lips. Warm and liquid, desire trickles between my legs.

"Standup." Yuki’s whispered command is no less forceful for the fact it is whispered, but he is unable to resist tongue painting the swollen curve of my lips one last time before he releases me.

I blink at him, breathing heavy, kiss-muddled, and then I do as he asks for the simple reason, he asked.