With all of the wonderful and complex things in this lifestyle, I’ve become obsessed with kissing lately.
No..not strap-on, beatings, bondage or anything like that. Though I’d be lying if I said those weren’t passing through my mind as well.
It’s kissing that I’ve grown to appreciate now more than ever.
I feel the same electricity as I did when I first discovered when I was a teenager. After I became more sexually experienced, kissing became something that just happened, it was in the background. It was an appetizer, not the main course.
Now though, with her, it’s like a whole meal in itself. We’ve had scenes that involved nothing but kissing (with the occasional grape thrown in) that have been just as sexually satisfying as anything else out there.
It’s intimacy in it’s purest form.
Lips touching, tongues grazing, breath synchronizing, moans escaping.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like everyone I’ve been with since my teens have been bad kissers. It’s just with her, it’s different. I really can’t tell you what it is but it’s there when we kiss.
Food tastes better, orgasms more powerful, sex more sexual and even cuddling more..cuddly.
Sometimes she’ll grab the back of my head when she’s mid orgasm and press her lips to mine.
Other times I’ll just spend time kissing her unmoving lips as she comes down from an orgasm. Soft, shaking flushed lips.
Is it emotional? It’s it chemistry? Mutual desire?
Whatever it is, it’s there and I caught myself moaning a few times while writing this.