Speaking volumes without words

[A Desert Rose]

I can't sleep so of course, what comes to mind... kissing.
Actually, I have been thinking about kissing off and on for a while now.

I really don't remember my very first romantic-type kiss but I remember first kisses from certain men in my life. I remember memorable kisses from landmark days in my life too, like the births of my children while still laying on the delivery room table, the sweet almost chaste kiss on my wedding day, those sloppy candy flavored kisses from my children, a first meeting and the urgency of that kiss, a kiss on the back of my neck and a whisper, "don't move until I come back," a bittersweet kiss goodbye at the door, flavored with salty tears.

So many kinds of kisses... so many places to kiss... so many ways to kiss... so many meanings to a kiss.

There is just so much in a kiss.

"A kiss is something you can not give without taking, and can not take without giving."

I would love for you to share your kisses here, please.

 

[WriterDom]

I would make you wait for a kiss. Standing before me in your wet panties, legs spread, hands behind your head. Having spent 10 minutes inspecting you. I would lift your head with my hand so that our eyes would meet. My fingers would find both nipples, pinching them hard until your squirm. At last, my lips would approach yours for what you thought was a kiss. But instead I would bite your lower lip. Then I would kiss you hard, deep, like a sailor home from the war. My hands first tangling in your hair, then sliding down inside your panties, cupping those sweet needy cheeks in my hands.

 

[A Desert Rose]

I would make you wait for a kiss. Standing before me in your wet panties, legs spread, hands behind your head. Having spent 10 minutes inspecting you. I would lift your head with my hand so that our eyes would meet. My fingers would find both nipples, pinching them hard until your squirm. At last, my lips would approach yours for what you thought was a kiss. But instead I would bite your lower lip. Then I would kiss you hard, deep, like a sailor home from the war. My hands first tangling in your hair, then sliding down inside your panties, cupping those sweet needy cheeks in my hands.

Ooooooh boy howdy, Sir ...

 

[WriterDom]

I want my frenulum kissed for 20 minutes.

 

[pierced_boy]

Kisses

A kiss that stands out is one from a girlfiend, Eliza Hill. Blonde Blue Eyes. I walked her home and on the front porch she turned to me and kisses me so deep and unexpected, it took my breath away. In fact I could not breath, she was so passionate and wanted this kiss so much. It went on and on with her tongue delving into my soul. I can still feel the emotions. I was frightened by the power and the feelings. It was amazing. Pity we were only eight.

H

 

[A Desert Rose]

Re: Kisses

A kiss that stands out is one from a girlfiend, Eliza Hill. Blonde Blue Eyes. I walked her home and on the front porch she turned to me and kisses me so deep and unexpected, it took my breath away. In fact I could not breath, she was so passionate and wanted this kiss so much. It went on and on with her tongue delving into my soul. I can still feel the emotions. I was frightened by the power and the feelings. It was amazing. Pity we were only eight.

H

Oh boy.... a Harry sighting.

And I missed you.

 

[Howling_Ire]

i remember asking ryan johnson if he'd ever kissed anyone..cause i really wanted to kiss him, and the line worked in the movies. a nd he said no.. so we decided it would be best if we hid and kissed eacother..so we went behind this fence, and he jumped on me basicly, pushed me against the fence and put his lips on me..then stuck his tongue in my mouth, and i put mine in his, and we ran our tongues around in eachother's mouths for what felt like to short, but also forever.

i can remember how good it made me feel, that exciteig tingle that started at the tip of my tounge, and moved all the way down me like white lightening. i then remmber the dog barking and us jumping apart and running to beat ninty into some bushes
we were both in the 6th grade.

i rember for days later feeling all tingly thinking about it and dreaming of my next kiss.
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i remember a kiss from a friend who was tickling me..my highschool crush finaly showing some effection... and i remember pulling at my shirt and doing everythign i could not to give into him.

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i remember a long lanky dark haired man, takeing my hands and pulling me to him on the dance floor, i remember a little snarl in my ear and him spinning around me, mouthing words to Concreat Blond's Bloodletting, and moveing his fingernails across my exposed chest.
I remember that little breath of air as he moved in close to me, that whisp of breath across my mouth, and those dark eyes, as i melt agains his mouth, and ground my hips into his body. that white light filling me again, and moveing into him. i remember the soft flesh of lips, my fingers grabbing him, haveing forgotten how soft and kind the feeling of another human being can be. i remember nails and teeth, and two bodies pressed, the kiss extending across us.. a kiss that lasted for hours, that lasted past clothes, the kiss of a virgin on the edge of a bed, falling into the kiss that lost the last drop of blood that made up childhood.


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i remember the sloppy kiss of a redheaded man. clumsey but full of passion. interupted, then repeated. sweet beyond imagination. i remember those little blue eyes, looking at me through old glasses, and him telling me he had already fallen in love with me..and i remeber all of those kisses ever sence then.

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and now a kiss for your. a kiss from the child of a deasert, and lips that remember the setting sun on her skye. they one that starts with serious green eyes, looking into yours, and a quirky smile that at first makes your kiss a little stiff, but then melts into soft lips, moist, loveing, almost sweet like a child's. then draws away and catches you eye again, seeing whatever reaction is in you.

then the laugh as i turn away and tend to what buisness i have at hand.

 

[Kajira Callista]

Better then a kiss...that half second before contact . The warm breath ,moist heat from the other person....the feeling of being pulled toward the other person. The anticipation of it. purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

 

[FungiUg]

Just a bit on kissing from an earlier post of mine elsewhere:

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I then pushed my hand into her hair, and pulled her to me. Kissed her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue, totally owning her mouth. She just melts and falls apart, pushes herself against me and cums, every time I do this! It's great!

I then had her go kiss my lover. "Give her your mouth, and your tongue... I want to see a good kiss, not just a peck on the lips."

Watching two women kiss (properly) is one of the most sensual and erotic things I have ever witnessed.

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I think that kissing a submissive, just totally possessing her mouth, her breath, her soul with my own mouth... is still the most erotic and powerful kiss I have experienced.

 

[A Desert Rose]

I once had a funny uncle. He was my great grandma's brother. His name was Uncle T.S.

He loved to kiss me and my girl cousins, continually trying to slip his tongue in our mouths. It was just icky and we could not stay far enough away from him. My last memory of him was when I was 5.

My girl cousins and I talked about this some time ago at a family reunion. Of course, he is long since dead. Thankfully, none of us were ever left alone with him. (I think my aunt and my mother knew what Uncle T.S. was about.) All we could do was laugh. What a sicko! LOL

 

[FungiUg]

The down-side of being kissed...

I have one friend who has really bad teeth, and I just can't bring myself to kiss her. Cute as she is otherwise!

 

[Netzach]

Guys who kiss like girls.

The best.

Close lipped, chaste, velvety. A little parting of the lips, no tongue, electric shock on the soles of my feet. Zap. So brief.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Kissing

The feel of my girl's mouth beneath my own..soft breaths which tickle lightly before the actual touching and then the slip of teeth which graze the bottom lip...worrying it almost to the point of pleasurable pain.

My children's father. His lips: soft, warm and devouring..feeling like hot satin as they graze cheeks, eyebrows, and nosetip before taking complete possession..taking away my air and the need to breathe..sensual and thorough.

First kiss: ninth grade and my first real girl crush..that kiss only lasted seconds but i knew i was hooked and could never be the same. Embarrassment, shivers, sighs...beautiful!!

pet

 

[Guest]

Thank you

Thank you:

Since I read this thread, a lot of things have come back to me. Things I haven't thought about in ages.

I remember my first kiss, the first real one. I remeber her name. And I remember how she looked on a cold fall afternoon.
How she felt wrapped in my arms.

I wonder sometimes ........is it ever that good again?

ANd then I remember, there is always something magical in the first time you kiss someone. I suppose part of it is the anticipation.

The first touch, the first taste, *sigh*