The Kiss

[Guest]

To me, the "simple" kiss is one of the most erotic parts of erotica. It's also something I love to do for real. It's intimate, it's passionate, and it can be incredibly loving. I feel that an erotic story without any kissing is severely lacking, as is sex.

Do you love the kiss as much as me?

Do you have a kiss you'd like to share with the rest of us?

Here's something I've written myself...

The kiss started off soft and gentle, almost tentative, but rapidly grew in energy and passion. Their lips opened and melded together, as if one. Their muscular tongues played with its partner and hungrily worked together, as if needing to taste the inner core of the other. Their formerly static hands moved in perfect sync with the kiss, exploring the undulations of the other’s body. They stayed that way for minutes, kissing deep, kissing hard, caressing lovingly. Any onlookers would have mistaken them for one person writhing within the body of two.

Lou

 

[SnoopDog]

To me, the "simple" kiss is one of the most erotic parts of erotica. It's also something I love to do for real. It's intimate, it's passionate, and it can be incredibly loving. I feel that an erotic story without any kissing is severely lacking, as is sex.

Do you love the kiss as much as me?

Do you have a kiss you'd like to share with the rest of us?

Here's something I've written myself...

The kiss started off soft and gentle, almost tentative, but rapidly grew in energy and passion. Their lips opened and melded together, as if one. Their muscular tongues played with its partner and hungrily worked together, as if needing to taste the inner core of the other. Their formerly static hands moved in perfect sync with the kiss, exploring the undulations of the other’s body. They stayed that way for minutes, kissing deep, kissing hard, caressing lovingly. Any onlookers would have mistaken them for one person writhing within the body of two.

Lou

Ah Lou Lou, hi there. That's just too sweet.
I'm absolutely with you on this. Kissing is the best. Very intimate, very deep, very passionate. Second to none.

Snoopy,

 

[shereads]

Thank you. What a nice post to see first thing in the a.m.

There's a country music song called "This Kiss" that almost made me a fan of country music. Wish I could sing it for you.
It's an enthusiastic ode to the kiss that seems like a throwback to a time when kisses were the closest thing to sex we could see in a movie, and they were so erotic for that reason. Rhett and Scarlet on the road to Tara. Whoa.

Fanning myself, looking around for the fainting couch.

To me, the "simple" kiss is one of the most erotic parts of erotica. It's also something I love to do for real. It's intimate, it's passionate, and it can be incredibly loving. I feel that an erotic story without any kissing is severely lacking, as is sex.

Do you love the kiss as much as me?

Do you have a kiss you'd like to share with the rest of us?

Here's something I've written myself...

The kiss started off soft and gentle, almost tentative, but rapidly grew in energy and passion. Their lips opened and melded together, as if one. Their muscular tongues played with its partner and hungrily worked together, as if needing to taste the inner core of the other. Their formerly static hands moved in perfect sync with the kiss, exploring the undulations of the other’s body. They stayed that way for minutes, kissing deep, kissing hard, caressing lovingly. Any onlookers would have mistaken them for one person writhing within the body of two.

Lou

 

[Linbido]

It's one of those things that, when you think of it, is obcenely intimate, (swapping bodily fluids and pushing organs into one another's orifices,) but that you still can do in public.

Love it. If I don't get seriously frensched at least once/day, I'll get grumpy. Just glad that I have a man who is happy and eager to oblige, who knows what I would had done.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Lou,

Here's one from me to you.

Rumple Foreskin

--

Before she could ask another question, Gwen noticed he was looking at her forehead. In a casual, matter-of-fact tone he said, "Close your eyes a second." Assuming he’d seen something, she automatically did as asked.

Moment's later she was stunned to feel Mark's lips pressing gently against hers. A surge of incredible energy flashed through her body. No hands were touching her, but she couldn’t move. Without any conscious thought, she felt herself responding to the movement of his lips.

When the tip of his tongue slipped between her lips, it met no resistance. There was no way she could have pulled away. All she could do, all she wanted to do, was savor Mark Collins' mouth as it pressed against hers.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days later, she couldn't be sure, he broke the kiss and leaned back. Opening her eyes, she saw him looking straight at her. What he’d done wasn’t right. after all he knew she was engaged. But what was she supposed to do now? He was a nice guy and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, especially since she’d absolutely loved that kiss.

Finally, she spoke the first coherent response that crossed her mind. "I like you, Mr. Collins."

He responded in his trademark soft, deep voice. "I like you too, Miss Kaplan."

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: The Kiss

Ah Lou Lou, hi there. That's just too sweet.
I'm absolutely with you on this. Kissing is the best. Very intimate, very deep, very passionate. Second to none.

Snoopy,

Thanks, Snoopy.

Yep, you said it: second to none (especially while actually, well, erm, you know. )

Thank you. What a nice post to see first thing in the a.m.

There's a country music song called "This Kiss" that almost made me a fan of country music. Wish I could sing it for you.
It's an enthusiastic ode to the kiss that seems like a throwback to a time when kisses were the closest thing to sex we could see in a movie, and they were so erotic for that reason. Rhett and Scarlet on the road to Tara. Whoa.

Fanning myself, looking around for the fainting couch.

Thank YOU, Sher.

I'd love to hear you sing that song! That's the thing, as Lin also pointed out, it is very intimate and erotic, but rarely causes offence. Oh yes, the kisses in those old movies. *swoon*



And, one for Lin:

Lou

 

[Guest]

Lou,

Here's one from me to you.

Rumple Foreskin

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Before she could ask another question, Gwen noticed he was looking at her forehead. In a casual, matter-of-fact tone he said, "Close your eyes a second." Assuming he’d seen something, she automatically did as asked.

She was stunned to feel Mark's lips pressing gently against hers. In that instant, a surge of incredible energy seemed to flash through her body. No hands were touching her, but she couldn’t move. Without any conscious thought, she felt herself responding to the movement of his lips.

When the tip of his tongue slipped between her lips, it met no resistance. There was no way she could have pulled away. All she could do, all she wanted to do, was savor Mark Collins' mouth pressing against hers.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days later, she couldn't be sure, he broke the kiss and leaned back. Opening her eyes, she saw him looking straight at her. What he’d done wasn’t right. after all he knew she was engaged. But what was she supposed to do now? He was a nice guy and she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, especially since she’d absolutely loved the kiss.

Finally, she spoke the first coherent response that crossed her mind. "I like you, Mr. Collins."

He responded in his trademark soft, deep voice. "I like you too, Miss Kaplan."

Thank you, Rumple!

Lovely excerpt. Is that from a story you have here at Lit, if so, which one? I'd love to read the whole thing.

That's the thing... the loss of the track of time. I could kiss for hours.

Lou

 

[minsue]

That's the thing... the loss of the track of time. I could kiss for hours.

Lou

Agreed. I love kissing for hours. It makes me think of being young, when kissing was all we knew, and kissing all afternoon. *sigh*

 

[neonlyte]

Tatelou

Here is one (just submitted, you can read the rest in 7 days or so).

"Finally I stopped, wanting the greater things awaiting each of us and followed her into her home. In the hallway she turned to me almost aggressively, backing me into the wall and kissed me with a force no man had mustered, sliding her body against mine, fucking with my desire; her hands held mine spread against the wall in surrender and I whimpered as her lips moved to my neck arousing my need as she planted kisses down onto my shoulder nibbling at my skin, knowing just where to touch and inflame me.

Now my breath came in sharp jerks accompanying each new kiss of discovery, Jenny pushed the woollen wrap down my arms following its passage with her, lips nuzzling the soft inner fold of my elbow until my legs began to shake from the sheer tension of her action."

I remember my first kiss with my wife at a leaving do in London; we were dancing, barely moving, it was only on her forehead, she trembled like a little bird and moved into my arms.

NL

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The first kiss was hardly anything. His lips were dry and warm and brushed tentatively against hers, as if seeing if it were safe, ready to flee at the first sign of resistence. He was asking for permission; he was asking her if she wanted this too. Her eyes were already closed, to give him the privacy he needed and to allow her to concentrate on exactly what he was asking her. He drew back, and her own lips parted expectently, wanting him back, waiting for him.

It was the second kiss where he told her what he wanted. what he was willing to give her. His hand came up and caressed her cheek, pushing her hair back as his thumb traced the edge of her ear and he held her still. Their lips parted and she tasted the heat of his breath in her mouth. She felt herself driven back and down into the sofa by the sudden surge of desire that came from him like a physical weight, like a some palpable male force. She wanted to kiss him back but she couldn’t. His tongue was on her lips, tasting her with a tenderness and a passion that left her weak, and all she could do was let go and fall into her own accepting surrender.

(from an unpublished story)

---dr.M.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

I read a HP fan fic once, at Restricted Section, where Hermione kissed Snape, and that kiss was more sensual and stimulating than any sex scene I've ever read at Lit.

But a kiss scene has to be really intense if it's gonna be noticeworthy at all for me. Otherwise, I focus more on dialogue and actual humping.

 

[cloudy]

Ahh, Loulou, you brought back a really nice memory.

I had a boyfriend for awhile, that really wasn't that great as far as sex went, but my god, could he kiss!

 

[Guest]

Tatelou

Here is one (just submitted, you can read the rest in 7 days or so).

"Finally I stopped, wanting the greater things awaiting each of us and followed her into her home. In the hallway she turned to me almost aggressively, backing me into the wall and kissed me with a force no man had mustered, sliding her body against mine, fucking with my desire; her hands held mine spread against the wall in surrender and I whimpered as her lips moved to my neck arousing my need as she planted kisses down onto my shoulder nibbling at my skin, knowing just where to touch and inflame me.

Now my breath came in sharp jerks accompanying each new kiss of discovery, Jenny pushed the woollen wrap down my arms following its passage with her, lips nuzzling the soft inner fold of my elbow until my legs began to shake from the sheer tension of her action."

I remember my first kiss with my wife at a leaving do in London; we were dancing, barely moving, it was only on her forehead, she trembled like a little bird and moved into my arms.

NL

Thanks, Neon!

Oh, how I love that semi-aggressive, forceful, incredibly passionate, backing-into-the wall kiss. One of my favourite kinds.

I'll look out for the story!

Lou

 

[Guest]

The first kiss was hardly anything. His lips were dry and warm and brushed tentatively against hers, as if seeing if it were safe, ready to flee at the first sign of resistence. He was asking for permission; he was asking her if she wanted this too. Her eyes were already closed, to give him the privacy he needed and to allow her to concentrate on exactly what he was asking her. He drew back, and her own lips parted expectently, wanting him back, waiting for him.

It was the second kiss where he told her what he wanted. what he was willing to give her. His hand came up and caressed her cheek, pushing her hair back as his thumb traced the edge of her ear and he held her still. Their lips parted and she tasted the heat of his breath in her mouth. She felt herself driven back and down into the sofa by the sudden surge of desire that came from him like a physical weight, like a some palpable male force. She wanted to kiss him back but she couldn’t. His tongue was on her lips, tasting her with a tenderness and a passion that left her weak, and all she could do was let go and fall into her own accepting surrender.

(from an unpublished story)

---dr.M.

Thanks, Dr. M!

Yes, the tentative approach of the first kiss, then the passion of the second. I loved your last sentence there, great passage!

Lou

 

[Guest]

Agreed. I love kissing for hours. It makes me think of being young, when kissing was all we knew, and kissing all afternoon. *sigh*

Mindy, I know exactly what you mean. I'm tempted to say, "Those were the days," but, nah, they weren't, not really. I do love kissing, but I couldn't do without what it often leads to.

I read a HP fan fic once, at Restricted Section, where Hermione kissed Snape, and that kiss was more sensual and stimulating than any sex scene I've ever read at Lit.

But a kiss scene has to be really intense if it's gonna be noticeworthy at all for me. Otherwise, I focus more on dialogue and actual humping.

Svenska, yes, "Sensual," that's the word. Erotica without the kiss just isn't sensual, to me.

Ahh, Loulou, you brought back a really nice memory.

I had a boyfriend for awhile, that really wasn't that great as far as sex went, but my god, could he kiss!

Cloudy, that is so sweet! I do know what you mean, and once had a couple of boyfriends like that myself (not both at the same time!) now, luckily, I have someone who is awesome at both.

Lou

 

[cloudy]

I put up with the so-so sex for almost two years because his kisses were damn near addicting! We'd make out on the couch like teenagers for hours.

Now I'm lost in memory land........

 

[Guest]

I love kissing for hours. It makes me think of being young, when kissing was all we knew, and kissing all afternoon. *sigh*

Min, that's a beautiful bit of writing, made me sigh too. P.

Loulou, this is from my first novel, about a "first kiss", true story. P.
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He waited with me at the bus stop on Geary at Van Ness. 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 kisses were 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 more 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 as well as any sexual organ could. 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." But for his elaborate and articulate kisses I wondered if he was a virgin.

 

[Guest]

Min, that's a beautiful bit of writing, made me sigh too. P.

Loulou, this is from my first novel, about a "first kiss", true story. P.
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He waited with me at the bus stop on Geary at Van Ness. 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 kisses were 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 more 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 as well as any sexual organ could. 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." But for his elaborate and articulate kisses I wondered if he was a virgin.

WOW! Perdita, that's a wonderful piece of writing; I could feel the kiss, and more importantly the tenderness, the raw emotions and the intimacy, as well as the moments of urgency and hunger.

Thank you,

Loulou

 

[Guest]

Wow! Thank you, Loulou. Just the kind of feedback I love.

Perdita (put it where you like )

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I love the negotiating that goes on in kissing, especially when you're kissing someone new. I like the way kisses communicate different things. The first kiss is always tentative. It's about finding out if it's okay to kiss. After that you start a dialogue, where you tell them how much you want them, and you show how far you're willing to go, what you're willing to give. It's always a terrific thrill when she responds, trying to top you, trying to outdo you in her boldness and lasciviousness.

Sex is an emotional acceleration, like riding a rocket, and the kiss is the take-off, where that sense of acceleration is most extreme. You can usually tell how good a story's sex scene is going to be by the kissing part, just like in real life. Most beginning writers seem to skip the whole erotic potential and nuance of the kiss and go right on to the screwing. Big, big mistake.

And don't forget bringing the fingers into play: peeling her lower lip down so you can kiss that tender inside. There's a lot more to kissing than just diving for the tonsils.

---dr.M.

 

[mtnman2003]

Starts a great lovemaking.....

Hey Lou:

From reading my "stuff", you probably know I enjoy kissing as well. Nothing better to start the time sharing than with kissing.

I will qualify that tho', got to be good at kissing. No slobbering, sucking whole faces, etc.

Care to share one?

Mtn

 

[herecomestherain]

I read this recently in an online translation of the Kama Sutra and it's stayed with me for days.

"he should loosen the knot of her undergarments and when she begins to dispute him, he should overwhelm her with kisses."

Oh what a lovely way to be overwhelmed...


The following is from my first story here at Lit and as such is the work of a novice. Kissing's always seems like a kind of turning point for me in fiction and in real life, there's always a decision to be made about what happens next...


I knew that strictly speaking, it probably wasn't right to do this with him, a man in my employ, my model, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't help myself. I was completely without scruples. Ever noticed how lust has a way of making just about anything justifiable? He looked at me then, straight into my eyes, his own filled with a questioning look. He must have seen my desire for him, read it plainly there in my face. My cheeks felt pink with excitement. Nick smiled at me, a beautiful warm smile that said he understood my need. That smiling mouth of his was irresistible. God how I loved those lips, soft, smooth sensuous lips. Lips that demanded to be kiss, sucked, nibbled, and tasted. I wanted to swallow this man.

He saw me staring at his sweet mouth and teasingly opened his lips a little, letting me catch a glimpse of the pink tongue that lurked there. Oh, he was bad. He was perfectly wicked. He must have known how I wanted that tongue, wanted it in my mouth, wanted to feel it on my neck, licking over my breasts, leaving a wet trail down over my soft belly, to lap at the salty wetness between my legs. I leaned close to him, my face brushing gently against the roughness of his cheek. My lips hovered over his, not touching, just inhaling his breath. I kept absolutely still, wanting him to kiss me first. I needed to know that he wanted this to happen. He stretched upward until his warm soft lips were on mine.

"I want you Ella." He spoke the sweetest words in the world directly into my mouth. He trapped those words, sealing my mouth with his lips lest they try to escape; there was little risk of that; I swallowed them down hungrily. He licked at my mouth making me crazy.

 

[SnoopDog]

I just wanted to add, and it has to be said, this is one of Lou's wonderful threads again. I don't know how you do it Katie, but you must have been born with a certain ability to create great threads.

Snoopy, VERY envious

 

[The_Fool]

Kisses??? Got no use for ‘em…

Fool


When they closed the bar, we stopped by the room, picked up our beach towels and went to find a secluded spot to share the late night. After we found our place and spread our towels, I pulled her close to me, kissing her, letting her feel my need, but also holding her loosely so she could back away if she desired. She responded to my kisses and accepted my need by pressing her body to me. I responded with more kisses. Kisses to her lips, her face, her throat and her neck. I buried my face in her neck teasing it with my lips and teeth. I slipped the straps from her sundress off of her shoulders, bearing them for my gaze and my kisses. As the straps slide down, the upper slope of her breasts were more exposed to my gaze. I leaned over and placed kisses there as well.

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Once unleashed, his kisses and touches were unstoppable. From the moment the door slammed shut at your apartment, he molded his lips to your neck, your earlobe, your throat, and most of all to your lips. With almost his first kiss he penetrated your mouth with his tongue, even while the rest of his body pressed against you, seeking to insert his hard cock into you.

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She hides displeasure
Behind faked smiles
And forced gaiety.
When asked,
She responds,
“There’s nothing wrong.”

Polite coolness.
Entire conversations
With expressive eyes,
Forceful motions,
And no words.
When asked,
She responds,
“There’s nothing wrong.”

Distant expression.
Thoughts elsewhere.
Bags and boxes
Packed and Gone.
She needs some time,
She needs some space.
Desultory hug,
Passionless kiss.
She says goodbye
Without being asked.
“Don’t worry darling,
There’s nothing wrong.”

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Fingertips trail
Along sensitive curves
Bubbling giggles
As she twists away

Lips travel
Over erect nipples
Eliciting sighs
And desires for more

Tongues touch
And twine in tandem
Dancing in rhythm
To shared desires

Bodies move
In sympathetic motion
Sensual dance
Shared delight

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Driving home last night,
windows down,
blues in the background.
I felt a hand brush my cheek.
I heard a soft "mon cher"
and felt the lightest brush
of a kiss.
The smell of junipers
faintly distant
caressed my senses.
I felt the easing of tension
in my back
in my neck
as if two hands
worked my shoulders
two lips
caressed my cheek
two breasts pressed
against my back
as two arms
wrapped tight
around my chest.
Leaning back with a smile,
I watched the taillights fade
into the distance.
I heard the lonesome blues fade
into my memories.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Thank you, Rumple!

Lovely excerpt. Is that from a story you have here at Lit, if so, which one? I'd love to read the whole thing.

That's the thing... the loss of the track of time. I could kiss for hours.

Lou

Lou,

Thank you for the warm fuzzy. That scene comes from a chapter of my first unpublished novel. I've never done a short story version.

However, just 'cause you're a sweetheart and I'm an ego-maniac, here's a kissing scene from one of my Romance stories, "A Special Photo." Unlike the first scene, this one is told from the guy's perspective.

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Before I could get my tangled thoughts even semi-organized, the source of my confusion came out. Motioning for me to be quiet, she took my hand and led me away from the door. That seemed a little odd at the time, but what she did next still amazes me. Just before we reached the living room, she stopped, turned around, and looked up at me. "Logan McClain, if you don't kiss me I'm going to slug you."

The funny thing is, I believed her. There wasn't the faintest hint of humor in her eyes or voice, just determination. Sure I was over a foot taller and outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds, but I had no doubt she'd hit me if I didn't follow orders. Besides, it was one helluva tempting assignment.

The kiss was more than just two pairs of lips pressing together. Our bodies seemed to effortlessly fuse into one being. Arms, legs, fingers, lips, tongues all became hopelessly, marvelously, intertwined. She made no attempt to pull away. That was fine with me—I didn't want us to ever stop. But then came the point where the sexual energy that kiss was generating became more than I could ignore.

With an effort, I forced myself to pull my lips away from hers and look down into those incredible blue eyes. "Holly, either let's go to the living room and let me calm down, or to your bedroom and make love. 'Cause you're just about to blow…"

--

If you're into more heavy pain, it's at: A Special Photo

Rumple Foreskin