Never really understood about the whole role of this tongue in a kiss.
I've been kissed by 4 guys in my life. Each time they leaned in for a kiss - I would always wonder. Will this guy use tongue now ... why tongue? how does that help?
The first guy to ever kiss me - was the like the most wonderful of all ... or maybe I'm saying that, because, you know - I was 16 and at 16 when it is your first kiss, everything is just beautifully wonderful. I still never understood the tongue. Though, his tongue in all other places - was, well. Just right. We kept kissing for the three years we lasted together, but I still never got the thing about tongues touching or searching each others oral cavity.
The second guy, well. McDreamy. Heated Kiss, Steamy and stormy, the stuff they write of, in all your romance novels. You know, dark stormy night outside, stormy feelings inside, just the two of us, love-hate relationship. The fact that he already had a girlfriend and by kissing, we were "cheating" just turned me on, even more. ah. lust. the only emotion, that is so simple. other than hunger. and yet. in all these stormy, dark, and intensely lustful emotions swirling around ... i never understood why he used tongue too. No more anything there, so despite all the beautiful, lustful chemistry we shared, all I had was that stormy tongue to contemplate.
The third guy, I am so ashamed of actually allowing him anywhere near my body; but hey! you always end up with the one SOB you should never have trusted right? A couple of nights later (that I shall regret until the day I die) after we probably kissed more than a hundred times, and I assumed in all my naivety and innocent love that we would spend a lifetime together, I got duly dumped. None of the kisses, even in the veil of the blinding love, in who's grip that I was then, measured up to the first kiss of the sweet teenage, and this time too - I had no clue why the tongue was used. I was more like - "please let me breathe ... I cant live with 15 minute kisses".
And, now, with the present guy, I do a quick peck on the lips or the cheek - and hold the liberty of telling him that I hate to kiss with tongue. He doesnt understand, and there are times when we are doing it, and he just has to stick his tongue into my pie hole. well. being in a relation does mean compromise doesnt it?
I've been kissed by 4 guys in my life. Each time they leaned in for a kiss - I would always wonder. Will this guy use tongue now ... why tongue? how does that help?
The first guy to ever kiss me - was the like the most wonderful of all ... or maybe I'm saying that, because, you know - I was 16 and at 16 when it is your first kiss, everything is just beautifully wonderful. I still never understood the tongue. Though, his tongue in all other places - was, well. Just right. We kept kissing for the three years we lasted together, but I still never got the thing about tongues touching or searching each others oral cavity.
The second guy, well. McDreamy. Heated Kiss, Steamy and stormy, the stuff they write of, in all your romance novels. You know, dark stormy night outside, stormy feelings inside, just the two of us, love-hate relationship. The fact that he already had a girlfriend and by kissing, we were "cheating" just turned me on, even more. ah. lust. the only emotion, that is so simple. other than hunger. and yet. in all these stormy, dark, and intensely lustful emotions swirling around ... i never understood why he used tongue too. No more anything there, so despite all the beautiful, lustful chemistry we shared, all I had was that stormy tongue to contemplate.
The third guy, I am so ashamed of actually allowing him anywhere near my body; but hey! you always end up with the one SOB you should never have trusted right? A couple of nights later (that I shall regret until the day I die) after we probably kissed more than a hundred times, and I assumed in all my naivety and innocent love that we would spend a lifetime together, I got duly dumped. None of the kisses, even in the veil of the blinding love, in who's grip that I was then, measured up to the first kiss of the sweet teenage, and this time too - I had no clue why the tongue was used. I was more like - "please let me breathe ... I cant live with 15 minute kisses".
And, now, with the present guy, I do a quick peck on the lips or the cheek - and hold the liberty of telling him that I hate to kiss with tongue. He doesnt understand, and there are times when we are doing it, and he just has to stick his tongue into my pie hole. well. being in a relation does mean compromise doesnt it?
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