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The Kiss List

She has several kisses.

The greeting kiss is perfunctory.  You don’t kiss a random stranger you meet on the street on the lips.  It is set aside in some ways as a marker, reserved for the person you do nasty things with.  Brothers and cousins and in-laws don’t get the greeting kiss.

Honestly, she sometimes forgets both the greeting kiss and the greeting hug.  The toolbag she was with before wasn’t very touchy-feely.  His fucking loss, trust me.  I am going to angle in for a greeting hug and a greeting kiss whenever I can because she is hot, and she smells good, and her body is a goddam celebration of womanhood.  And her lips are exquisite.

The neck kiss is intentional.  She does not kiss my neck just because she likes kissing my neck.  She has a hidden agenda.  Or maybe not hidden.  She is trying to turn me on.  She’s no dummy.  That shit works.  Superman has his kryptonite.  I have neck kisses.  If I don’t want to be distracted by a bulge in my crotch or a sudden insatiable urge to crush her up against the wall and rip her clothes off, I know to keep her lips well away from my neck.

There is the making out kiss.  This isn’t a binary thing, where one minute it’s a zero and the next minute it’s a one.  The making out kiss is reciprocal, and evolves over the course of a few seconds or maybe a few minutes.  This is our lips talking to each other and coming to an agreement.  Several questions are asked and answered.  Are you too busy?  Are you too distracted?  Is your breath fresh enough?  Are you still excited by me?  Are you ready to ignore the rest of the world for a minute?  This kiss may be proceeded by all manner of fuckery.  Or it may be proceeded by nothing more than dilated pupils and somewhat accelerated heart rates and an unspoken agreement to continue this at a time in the hopefully near future.

Before I wrap up, I should talk about the climax kiss.  

I’m a little reluctant to mention it.  Let’s be honest, she’ll probably read this.  And I don’t want to point this kiss out, shed light on it, make her in any way self-aware, or self-conscious.  I don’t want it to disappear due to my acknowledgement of its existence.  

The climax kiss is like the like the making out kiss, but unchained.  Teeth accidentally clink together.  Saliva goes from being present to being prevalent.  There is panting and biting and licking mixed in, at random, without calculation or caution.  She might grab my head and squash my face to hers.  Or she might be busy clenching the sheets.

I would hate to pick a favorite, but my God those climax kisses.  It’s hard not to interpret at a primal level the desperate need baked into her kiss as meaning “I want YOU.”   “I need YOU.” “I can think of nothing but YOU.” “Please give me more of - give me all of - YOU.”

And that’s the part in my story where my secret slips out.  That’s where I get exposed.  I’ve unintentionally reduced myself from the invincible narrator beyond reproach to a mere man - vulnerable, needy, and selfish.  

My physical relief is important, but satisfying it pales in significance to satisfying her.  Becoming everything to her, at least for that one moment.  Taking her where I want her to go, pushing her out into that abyss and then collapsing her down into the tiny crucible of her exhausted pleasure.

That last category of kiss, the climax kiss, serves as the manifestation of my secret, selfish success.  It doesn’t always happen, and it doesn’t need to.  But it sticks out in my mind as its own separate category.  

I don’t compare her to others, because she has actually transcended what I thought intimacy could be.  Like the difference between riding a roller coaster versus watching one on TV.  But… I don’t remember anything like that kiss before.  It feels like ours, exclusively.  Hers, really, but given to me.  A byproduct (a creation?) of our togetherness.

Hearing a guy breathlessly say “fuck” and “yes” while they’re fucking you or masturbating makes me weAK

Submission Is A Gift

She is standing there before him. Her fingers nervously weaving in between themselves at her midsection. She is unsure of what happens next. However, there’s a calmness in the background of her excitement. She knows this is where she wants to be.

He is sitting leaning back in a chair. His finger tracing the rim of a glass. Silent, but for his eyes. He’s admiring her. Taking her in. A calculating gaze. He takes one final sip before getting up from the chair. He walks over to her.

“I want to make one thing perfectly clear,” he said staring into her eyes. “Submission is a gift.” He begins to pace slowly around to her backside. “I don’t want to take anything from you. No, I want something,” pausing for a moment, “more than that. Everyone else wants to take from you, but not me. I only want what you’re willing to give me.”

“I know you feel the pressures of life. The burden that expectations and demands can be. I promise, you will never feel that with me.” His hands wrapping over her hips. “You are to be cherished here and so is your gift. Now that I’ve made my intentions clear, you have a decision to make.”

She feels his hands beginning to wander along the curves of her body. He whispers in her ear, “You can tell how much I want you, can’t you? But I need you to say it. I need you to say ‘yes’ to me.” His lips walking down her neck with soft, sweet kisses. “Will you give your gift to me?” His voice becoming slightly more desperate. “Please… say ‘yes.’”

She can feel herself slipping towards temptation. His touch, both exciting and comforting. “Yes,” slips from her lips in a hushed whisper. “Yes,” again. She is ready. She needs this. His hands respond to her acquiescence by slowing to a stop and resting on her hips.

He then begins to unzip her dress. It slides off of her shoulders and crumbles to the ground, revealing a finely made set of black lingerie. The lace looks so delicate on her skin. He admires her again for a moment before taking her hand in his. He looks back over his shoulder and says, “Come.”

He leads her down a darkened hallway. The only light coming from a partially opened door at the far end. She can feel that nervous excitement creeping back up with every step they take. He slides the door open to his bedroom. There is a large bed and one nightstand lamp dimly lights the room.

He takes his place in the bed, sitting up against the pillows and headboard. Still holding her hand he guides her to sit in between his legs. She leans back into him.

He can feel the tension in her body. In a soft voice, he says, “All I want you to do right now is relax.” He places his hands on her shoulders and begins to massage her. Nothing too strong. Only enough to loosen her up. A few seconds later she lets out a small laugh.

This piques his curiosity and he asks her, “Is there something funny?”

“No,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting something as innocent as a shoulder rub is all.”

“Ahh,” he let out a small laugh of his own. “Don’t worry about that. We’re just getting started. Let my hands do their work and you relax.Close your eyes, breathe, and relax.”

It was a simple enough of a request and his hands certainly did know their work. She could feel the tension leaving her body. This massage was enough to already make it feel like the world is drifting further and further away.

He could sense the tension in her body fading. The massage was lulling her into an almost dreamlike state. One foot in this world and the other somewhere far away. He continued, but slowly began to taper off. He didn’t want to end abruptly and pull her back.

Once the massage ended his hand slid down her spine. He gently pushed her limber body forward a little. She feels the clasp of her bra come undone and let out a sigh of relief as it peels away from her skin. Once it came off she fell right back into him.

He slipped his arms under hers. His hands sliding up her body until they cupped her breasts. He wasn’t pawing or squeezing at her, no, he was just holding her close to him. She leans back and turns her head away exposing her neck. Those soft, sweet kisses of his making a reappearance.

Soon after the kisses, his thumbs start to rub her nipples. He’s gentle with her. Never doing anything more than brushing them with his thumbs. As he paints her body in pleasure, she finds herself slipping even further away now.

She may be relaxed and drifting, but he can feel the subtle twitching of her hips. The hips never lie. As good as this feels now, she still wants more. She still wants to give him more.

One of his hands slide down from her breast to the front of her lacy panties. He starts again with the gentle brushing. This time with his middle finger. The lace on her panties is so thin that she might as well be wearing nothing at all.

Her breathing, while still slow, is becoming heavier and deeper. Her body feels tension again, but not like before. This tension comes from the quick shiver of pleasure pangs shooting through her body.

Three points of pleasure. The kissing on her neck. The thumb brushing over her nipple. The finger sliding over her panties. It’s beginning to become too much to contain. The first real moans escape her lips.

He takes this as a sign. This time when his finger slides up, it slides back down right under her panties. His finger immediately feels the wetness and it’s not long before her lips are sliding in between his fingers.

Even in the heat of the moment he takes his time to explore her body. He pays attention to what causes every little shiver and moan. Nothing she gives him in these moments will be forgotten because she is giving him everything.

That is, almost everything. He leans into her ear and whispers, “There’s one last thing you have to give me.” Her body instantly shivers in response to his words. She knows what that one last thing is.

She turns her head back towards him. He leans down, kissing her in between the moans. She holds onto him and he continues to hold her as he has been doing this whole time. She spreads her legs wide and arches her back as if to say, “I give all of me to you.”

Her moans become wild. Her body rocking in his arms. Pushing back into him each time the pleasure shoots through her. He holds onto her tight as she fights to regain control of her body again.

As the afterglow washes over her, she turns around in his arms and lays against his chest. Still holding her, he kisses the top of her head and strokes her hair. With nothing left to give, she has never felt more at ease.

Grabbing someone by the jaw in order to force them to look at you directly is one of the best power moves, change my mind

Ladies I have another question for you....

What’s one thing you wish guy did while he was going down ?

Actually suck on the clitoris instead of flicking it with his tongue like how a cat drinks water.

I have so much to learn thelifeofbunches

Go slow. Not everything has to be fast paced and crazy all the time

Hold my thighs. Like grip them, just firm enough…

Yasss that clit flicking shit is not the wave.

What about sucking on the clit ? thetennesseehoneyy

Fingering at the same time is always nice, but not in and out, find that gspot and massage it why you lick and suck the clit. I will die.

Touch/grab my thighs, my ass, slowly touch down my spine, everywhere, somewhere. Tease me good before you go down & while you’re down there.

Deadass with the thigh thing Kiss those inner thighs too Pretend you’re passionately kissing the kitty Not a cat drinking water Also don’t even do it if you a)don’t like doing it b)you’re going to do it for 2 seconds

I couldn’t hit reblog fast enough.

Don’t be to shy to open it up and really get the clit. Like if dudes really spread the lips and focused on the clit I would lose my mind

slow down on the flickering thing, that rapid shit isnt pleasurable, slowly running your tongue back n forth tho? Yes. 

thigh kissing is nice, ass grabbing, thigh gripping, a little passionate teasing takes you far and honestly gets her wetter by the minute 

slow down, take your time at first, dont just dive in, enjoy your meal

that rapid flicking thing doesnt do much for me (i cant speak for every girl) but slow runs across the clit are lovely, just focus on the clit, let your fingers do some work if you get tired or something 

I dont know about every girl but that mimic-my-dick-with-my-tongue technique doesnt do shit 

Notice how they’ve all basically said the same thing? I hope you men pay attention. Every woman is different but here are the basics to pleasing us.

1. Stop the fucking flicking shit.

2. Focus on the CLIT. Suck it, circle it. Engulf it. If she moans, keep doing that.

3. But pls, do visit thighland. Inner thigh licking and kissing will set us on fire.

4. What is this fingering shit? Massage the gspot or get out. We feel nothing with that little stabbing motion. Also, stop sticking your 2 inches of tongue in there. Come back up to the clit.

5. LONG stokes with the tongue.

6. Stop humming. Most of us use vibrators so that little humming trick you learned from GQ will pale in comparison.

7. Speaking of vibes, the reason you’re in our bed is because you can do 1 thing our wands and rabbits can’t do. And that’s grab us. Grab us, squeeze us, we want to feel your hands on our body.

8. If you can reach, grab a titty.

9. Some women are self conscious about how they look/taste/smell down there. Or worry about taking too long to orgasm, so let her know you’re enjoying it. Moan, groan, sound like you’re eating a plate of ribs

10. Do it til we cum or GTFO!

Oh damn 😳😳💕💕

Why aren’t things compiled and published like this more often??

And more importantly, why aren’t we being told this stuff while down there? Esp those of us who love doing it and doing it right….. feedback, ladies, when we’re there. Please?

I don’t often post shit like this but all of this is important. Guys, you want the goods? Learn to earn it. And please enjoy yourself. If you do it right you’ll enjoy the sheer fact that SHE’S enjoying it.

well i know when you're around cause i know the sound of your heart

quiet little moans while making out is the hottest thing ever

not to flex but i sound cute as fuck when i moan