Note: Be careful looking for pictures under "kissing." Talk about an education!
So. What's in a kiss? Do you remember your first one? Honestly, I don't. Must have been "memorable." I do remember different kisses, or I should say "kissers." So...
1. Are "bad boys" better kissers than "nice boys?"
Well, face it. They've got experience going for them - the talent perfected. Knew a couple of "boys of questionable character" and yes...they were excellent kissers. However, something about the innocence of the tentative kiss made it "special." Nice boys (or the ones my mother preferred) were always a bit more shy, or as she put it..."respectable." Want to kill a romance quick? Have your mother comment on your goodnight kiss. "He seems like such a nice boy. He didn't try to suck your face off." The guy could send me roses dipped in chocolate and I wasn't going out with him again. Ever.
2. Lips soft or firm? Full or thin?
Dated a guy once I really liked. I could almost see him in my future if it wasn't for his kisses. Lips were "lifeless." Code blue. Dead and limp. When he french kissed me I swear his lips disappeared entirely, and that was with a full set of teeth. Imagine fifty years later and dentures. Fact of life, your lips shrink as you age. If a guy hasn't got good "lipage" when he's young, you're pretty much raking teeth later. If they're dentures, you'll be knocking them out if you put too much force on the oral cavity. Something about that fake pink plastic with a set of chompers attached falling into your mouth, could be one hell of a mood killer.
3. How much is "too much?"
I enjoy deep, heady kisses. Oh my, just the thought triggers a hot flash! But when a kiss becomes a search for my internal organs, my nose pushed to the back of my skull, and my cheeks sucked out from the inside, I'm pretty much flailing my arms to signal the paramedics. I prefer to breathe the air from my own lungs, not share what's inside some guy's lungs! If I'm left gasping for air and reaching for a towel after being "devoured," you can bet I'll be busy for the next hundred years if called by the "roto-rooter guy" again.
4. Do you like his tongue in your mouth or yours inside his?
A "power position" play. Depends. If it's the cousin of the guy in #3, I might exercise my "right to bite."
Okay, it's "sharing time." Popcorn dripping with real butter is on the table to the side of the lazy boy. Get comfortable.
I dated a boy "exclusively" for almost six months before I let him french kiss me. Not that I was a prude, but because I didn't know how. My mother, bless her heart (you know if you repeat this before saying something derogatory about someone, it doesn't count as a sin), told me all about sex before I was thirteen, but never explained the finer points of intimate "kissing."
Note to parents here. Tell your child about sex, and they can't wait to share! Scene setup: Slumber party at my BFF's house for her thirteenth birthday and eight giggly girls in sleeping bags. I was busting at the seams with anticipation of sharing my news. When I explained the "details" of how this mysterious ritual is performed, all manner of gagging sounds were performed. I'd traumatized an entire neighborhood. My mother must have received several chastising calls the next day, because of course, I blamed her.
However, my mother never told me about "french kissing." So when I sensed my boyfriend's frustration at my locked lips and clenched teeth, I decided to consult the experts - my cabin mates at church camp. They may have forbade face cards and gambling, but there were no rules regarding discussing forbidden subjects.
When I posed my question to my peers, hysterical laughter ensued for at least thirty minutes. After my bunkmates realized I was serious, but couldn't put me in a wax museum, they each proceeded to give me "instructions." His tongue inside my mouth? Gross! Swapping spit seemed like the most unromantic thing ever!
A week later when I returned home, my boyfriend arrived that evening for our usual Friday night date. Little did I know that my secret tutoring session had made its way to his ears earlier that afternoon. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. He kissed me carefully a few times, then decided to go for the kill. I opened my mouth and allowed passage. Bile licked the back of my throat! No way! My brain yelled abort, abort! But it was too late. My mouth was not longer "virgin territory." After a few minutes, I was a "tongue slut." And he was such a "nice boy...."
Romance writers are the professionals at describing the anatomy of a kiss. Hands wrapping the back of the neck...fingers braiding into hair...noses grazing...lips sliding tentatively against each other...tongue teasing lips to open...lips blossoming against each other... When you are through reading the lines of the first kiss between a hero and heroine, you are forever spoiled. My husband loves it when I'm writing a romantic scenes!
5. How do you like to be held in a kiss?
Do you prefer arms around you? Hands wrapping your neck or framing your waist? For me they all work, but "tenderly." I don't like to be crushed. I want to walk away without injury and still have my skeletal composition in the correct limbs. Rearranging my spine doesn't work for me.
I like the way John Mayer said it in his song...Your Body is a Wonderland.
....I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it....
Kissing is a universal language. You don't have to press "1" to get it in English.
What's in a kiss? Emotion and endless meanings. Quick and on the cheek: friendly, caring; on the side of your head: compassion or apology; on the forehead: farewell; on the neck: I want you; on the lips: romance, love.
Imagine all the "prince charmings" in the world waiting for a kiss! Come on, what's the worst that can happen? It's just a kiss...or is it?
What's in a kiss for you? Was your first kiss awkward, embarrassing, or "over-the-moon." Whatever a kiss means to you, keep giving them. A simple gesture, wielding a lot of power. An action saying everything without uttering a word.
As always...thanks for stopping by. I'm off to do some lip lock (done to the tune of "I'm off to see the wizard"...)