My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
To me, there is nothing more sensuous than kissing.
In fact, I find kissing much more erotic than the actual “Let’s-rip-our-clothes-off-and-get-to-it.”
Kissing is like reading a really great preface before you actually get to the book.
I’ve met people throughout my life who said they don’t ever kiss, they only have sex.
To each his own, but I honestly don’t think I could ever be in a relationship with someone without intimate lip-to-lip contact.
Now mind you, I think sex is great, but I enjoy a little appetizer before getting to the Beef Strokenoff.
There is definitely an art to kissing; one that cannot be taught, but rather something that through “doing” is discovered.
To perfectly honest with you my own first attempts at kissing were any thing but sensuous. In fact, I would probably go so far as to say they were more like turning on a Hoover Wet Vac and sucking. I think it was a combination of my adolescent hormones in a rage and the awkwardness of not really knowing what to do. By the time we were finished our lips were black and blue and our front teeth fractured, but sated.
When I was 19 years old, my first male partner told me I kissed like a horse. And not ever having kissed a horse I had no idea what he was talking about, but I guess he meant that I was sloppy. And I was, because I hadn’t had that much experience. So I spent the next few years of my life apprehensive to kiss, in fear that someone would quickly offer me a handful of HAY.
However, as I got older my sensuality evolved, therefore I became more relaxed and confident.
By today’s standards I was a late bloomer when I first starting kissing.
I was around 17.
My first experience was with a woman, which I enjoyed.
I would like to interject here by saying that even as a gay man, I find both men and women attractive. I have always been able to see and appreciate the beauty in both sexes - I simply prefer intimacy with a man.
Later in life I was once told by a woman who I passionately kissed in play, that I kissed more like a woman. And she, having been in relationships with both men and women, said she knew what she was talking about. So, I guess I have to take her word for it.
I'm a man who kisses with the lips of a woman.
Who knew?
Well...I don't get horse complaints anymore, so it must work.
Anyway, the point of this post is to say….
For me, intimacy always starts with some of these….
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