Kissing has to be one of my favorite things to do. I mean, when it’s good, It’s good! I had forgotten how great kissing was until I went to Sarasota and had some of the best kissing I’ve had in a while, and like Pringles “once you pop, you can’t stop”. A couple of days ago I had kissing need that needed to be met. Like every single girl I have a couple of guys which I can easily call to quench that thirst, but kissing is an art, and you can’t just go to anyone for it.
I’ve had some horrible kisses, and I’ve had some amazing kisses (I can still recall how incredible they were). Granted that you have to have a certain connection/attraction to the person you’re kissing, but even all the attraction and connection in the world can’t help some. The first time the Italian and I had our first long passionate kiss, I seriously questioned if it was a passionate kiss, or he was trying to swallow my chin and nose. I liked him so much that I remember the patience and determination I had to help him kiss me without cutting my oxygen supply, after that he was golden. I couldn’t wait to have some lip to lip action with him (I remember how we spent an entire afternoon just making out on his couch).
So here I am, sitting on my bed reading, or better yet trying to read a research article and I can’t get this kissing urge out of my head. I texted the one guy who has proven trainable to my ways and eager to please. Thirty minutes later, I was at his door and we had settled into the couch. I had my lips ready for action; lip balm courtesy of Eos, ladies it is amazing and you can find it at Target.
Now my current beau and I have not had the best kissing record, and have just about stayed away from that as much as I could. I sometimes feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, but I try to not kiss my men in order to keep myself interested. A bad kiss can really just kill it for me. So here we are, cuddling in the couch and watching a boxing match (I know, very romantic. No, seriously, I love men who can throw a punch… it might be my basic animalistic instincts kicking in) when I slowly lay a kiss on his lips. Now, I have his undivided attention, sorry Oklahoma boxing guy… or was it Omaha? Ehh, who cares. I start to feel my interest diminish as we kiss. I can’t let this happen! I need to be kissed! I close my eyes and think of someone else… I know, I know, I’m horrible, but I know men think of other women all the time so I figured it was okay this one time. But lo and behold, I find myself guiding him and bam! I’m enjoying it! Well, until he started trying to do fancy tongue work.
Kissing Tip 1: Men, sometimes it is best to stick to the fundamentals, don’t try to show off, it might just back fire. Try you’re fancy moves when she tries ones.
Kissing Tip 2: Remember to have fresh breath. I suggest dissolvable mints and not gum. I made the mistake of gum again this time and had to swallow it. By this point I truly believe I have a gum factory in my stomach.
We made out till the main event came on and them went back to it after it was done. He has always been good at reading my vibe and respecting my space which made it the more comfortable, and enjoyable (plus I love how we could just sit there and watch boxing together). He leaves for NY in a couple of days, but I have planned some more one on one time of cuddling and kissing when he gets back. I plan to make him an amazing kisser, well atleast an amazing kisser to me. If the Italian was taught, then this handsome considerate man can be taught too!
For all of you who have seen Sex and the City the Italian’s kiss was like the guy Charlotte dated and just about licked her entire face. I know… Ewwww.