Posts Tagged French Kiss
(continued from yesterday’s post, Kissing Is Better Than Sex?)
An excerpt from an article by V. S. Arunraj
In the most tempting and luscious kiss the woman or man has ever know, the French kiss is an imaginative blend of passionate erotica and sexy love. In the French Kiss, the tongue has an important role to play. The French Kiss has the lips playing secondary role to the tongue.
In the French Kiss, the lips has to be parted slightly. During the kiss, your tongue should slip into the woman’s mouth or vice-versa. It is important that in the French Kiss, you do not keep the tongue limp and stiff. Play with her tongue-push her tongue with yours or circle her the roof and inside area of her mouth with your tongue.
I’m not an expert on kissing (although I did stay at a Holiday Inn last night). I am, however an expert at knowing what I like and I likes me some kissing. Here are a few of the tongues that I have known and loved including my very first french kiss. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent:
Felicia’s tongue: (forceful) – I was nine, she was eight years my senior and only kissed me when no one else was around. I tried to avoided her at all costs. And you thought all molesters were male.
Denise’s tongue: (grotesque) – Denise and Felicia were friends. She was always smelling of cigarettes and alcohol and to me that was disgusting. Two female child molesters. Actually I don’t consider them molesters. They did take advantage of an impressionable child and they both shovee their tongues down my throat, but for the record, they never touched me sexually.
Jaclyn’s tongue: (intrusive but welcomed) – I was ten and she was the neighbor’s niece up for the summer to babysit our neighbor’s three children. French kissing became enjoyable with this girl. She was seventeen years old and even though she took advantage of me, I liked it. She was prettier and because she was around the entire summer she wasn’t as hurried or forceful and she didn’t drink or smoke. She let me see her breasts too. Kissing Jaclyn is where I learned quite quickly how sensual and exciting kissing could be. I recently learned from our neighbor that she died from cancer a few years ago.
Katie’s tongue: (inexperienced) – This is a girl who I played doctor with at least once a week. Most often up in my tree house we would disrobe and show me/show you. I once kissed her and asked if I could show her something. We kissed but she didn’t really want to move her tongue around. I don’t think she liked it and from my experience with Felicia, I fully understood.
Myra’s tongue: (young) – Jaclyn’s cousin. It happened at Jaclyn’s prompting to see her cousin kiss me after she had done it. It happened at the end of the summer. Myra was two years younger than I but she was a good kisser and I remember the peppermint spin wheel candy taste in her mouth.
Jasmine’s tongue: (stiff) – A classmate of mine in Mrs. Ditmars’ class. She had a small crush on me. The two of us volunteered to help Mrs. Ditmars decorate the classroom walls. Walking home we stopped to pick a few crab apples to throw at passing cars. It was getting dark and getting cold. I asked her if I could kiss her and she nodded yes. Our lips met and then my tongue parted her lips and we kissed. She had no idea what I was doing and kept her tongue hard and stiff.
Daemi’s tongue: (sweet) – My first interracial kiss. Dae was Korean and her breath was always sweet. She never had bad breath. We became close friends and stayed kissing buddies all throughout high school. No one was the wiser.
Becky’s tongue: (tender) – Becky was a cute brunette who went to the same church that I went to on the Saturdays I spent with my aunt. My aunt had a cleaning service and she cleaned the church on Saturdays. I had to go with my aunt whenever I was over. While my aunt and Becky’s mother cleaned up we would play together in one fo the rooms. It took some courage because this was a girl whom I really didn’t know, however I got the courage to gradually lead up to kiss her. Because she didn’t run to her mom I felt comfortable moving forward with frenching. After schooling Becky on the technique of French kissing we spent lots of Sundays exploring each others mouths. We are still friends today.
TEENAGE PRE-COLLEGE YEARS
Renee’s tongue: (intoxicating) – I lost my mind each and every time we kissed. Renee is where I learned more intensely how intimate kissing is. An evening spent with Renee and I was transported into her mind and body. I closed my eyes, and was lost in nothing more than thoughts of Renee. We were one. I fell in love with Renee and was so sure she would be my wife one day. It was not meant to be but we were together on and off again until she finished college.
Allison’s tongue: (serious) – Kissing Alli was kind of sterile. It was more of a job kissing her because she took it so serious. She enjoyed kissing and wanted to make an art of it, but sometimes when you concentrate so much on something, it becomes stiff and mechanical. That’s it; It was as close to kissing an android as you could get when I kissed Alli. Sweet girl though.
Asia’s tongue: (mysterious) – Asia is her name but she wanted to be called by her middle name, Shannon. Shannon was very creative and I never knew what to expect with her. I have to give her thanks because she was the one who spread it among the girls at school what an expert kisser I was. It was a strange thing to have girls you don’t even know come up to you in school and ask to be kissed. Asia Shannon, again I must say thanks. Thanks.
Tina or Lena’s tongue: (powerful) – Twins who I kissed in the shallow end of a high school pool party. To this day I don’t know which one I kissed or if I got to kiss both of them. Alcohol was involved. What I do remember is when I put my tongue inside her mouth I felt a suction on my tongue. It felt like she was trying to suck my tongue right out of my mouth. I was sore for days.
Dianna, Donna, Shelley, Amy, Valerie and Linda’s tongues: (varied) – These are all the girls I got to kiss playing spin the bottle at a family and friends weekend college party. What was exciting about this game is that although not twins, Dianna and Donna were sisters and Amy and Valerie were cousins but perhaps more interesting for me is I was still a junior in high school.
Tiffany’s tongue: (snake-like) – A relative of my next door neighbors. She caught my show one night and the next day there was a knock on my door. I invited her and the other two from next door over and we went swimming. I got to kiss Tiffany several times while playing games in the pool. I really thought I would get to kiss all three but the Angela and Jacqueline were too shy or too scared.
COLLEGE AND ADULT YEARS
Illana tongue: (nicotine free) – A co-worker in training class for an insurance company we wanted to work for. I told her what a good kisser I was and she was interested in having me prove it. Told her she had to be tobacco free for a week before I would even consider kissing a cigarette smoker. She complied and we spent a couple of hours on her parents couch engaged in heavy petting. I believe she was convinced.
Jacqueline’s tongue: (warm) – When healthy we all should be about 98.6 degrees so we are all moist and warm on the inside. Kissing Jackie was hot. Her mouth was hot not warm and that was exciting. Kissing her was like night and day compared to other girls. I compare it to getting in a hot tub compared to taking a bath. One day Jackie was in pain and I offered to give her a massage. She sat in the chair and I worked on her shoulders and neck until the kinks were out. She was happy and paid me with kisses.
Missy’s tongue: (strong) – Missy was my girlfriend but the relationship ended after several months. She actually left me because I would not have sex with her. She was a demanding kisser. Her tongue was larger and stronger than mine and almost seemed like I was kissing a man cause she led. I always led for the most part. Not with Missy. She was a little tomboy-ish but not masculine. Nonetheless, she had to lead in kissing. I still led in dancing.
April’s tongue: (angelic) – My current girlfriend. Her kisses are soft and gentle. Her tongue caresses my mouth like the tail-end of a wave as it fades into the sands. She made me write that. No, seriously, she is one of the best kissers I’ve known. I am thoroughly pleased. Since we aren’t sexually active believe me her kisses are more than enough!
This concludes today’s revelation about Tom. In all honesty though, this only represents a portion of my kissing history. Perhaps at a later time I will revisit this subject and confess the remainder of the list. On second thought I’ll be married and perhaps I should let the past be the past (or just not be so vivid in my descriptions)!
Kissing, A Love Poem
We start to close our eyes
We start to part our lips
I can see your moist lips glisten
Our lips meet, our tongues touch
Eyes closed, thoughts open
Kissing you ever so tender
We feel the warmth of each others breath
On our cheeks from our nostrils
I drink you in
Feeling your warmth
Tasting your sweet feminine aromas
I drink from your fountain and swallow
I hear your heart beating or is it mine
Kissing every inch of your mouth
Tenderly lip locked embrace
I go deep and then shallow
Imitating the motion of love
We start to open our eyes
Our lips still parted, breath deep and swallow
I kiss your ears, your neck
Kissing ever so tender
We feel the warmth in our loins
And we kiss more and more
~ Tom Baker ~
Whao! Before you hunt me down and correct me, this is just my opinion. You are entitled to yours and you may or may not agree with me. If chocolate can be better than sex for some women, why can’t kissing be better than sex for me? I am not a virgin. I enjoy(ed) sex very much. This is just how I feel.
Most everything in life can be a matter of personal preference and I have enjoyed sexual activity very much. (when I was sexually active). I enjoyed the intimacy but I feel more connected to a person when kissing them. I feel as though our minds are touching as our tongues dance and caress one another. Much like bodies during intercourse make others feel intimate.
If you are with someone who is a great kisser it does make the experience even more of a turn on, but for me, a bad french kiss is better than bad intercourse. And as a man wanting to please my girl, I always feel a twinge of pressure to perform. I feel sometimes like it’s work. I’m working at making sure I please her. I don’t feel that way with kissing. The pressure is not there. Of course your perspective might be that of a woman and her man so you might not see it how I do.
Thankfully I have a woman who loves to kiss as much if not more than I. She lights candles, we give each other massages and spend hours kissing. Sometime we kiss each other head to toe without any inclination toward sexual activity. If our relationship doesn’t work out, I don’t think I could find someone who loves to kiss as much as she does.
Kissing is also great because should you desire it can lead into sex. Kissing sets the mood. Kissing by itself can be all the foreplay you need. Sex does not set the mood for kissing though. Kissing can be a little naughty as well and make you both feel like you are teenagers again and getting away with something your parents know nothing about.
Kissing takes things to “a whole nother lebel”, so to speak. Imagine if you will, your breath on her cheek and hers on yours. Lips, tongues, noses, hands exploring… The closer the two of you get the more in tune you are. My mind is always on April when we are kissing. When she is this close to me I can almost taste her thoughts as we explore each others mouths.
Kissing sessions give us a soul connection that sex doesn’t for me. She always says she feels so connected and as one during love making, but what she feels so intensely making love, I feel the same while kissing. Have you seen Pretty Woman with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere? If not, she plays a prostitute. Some of the prostitutes were talking and the jist of the conversation was that even with all the different things a prostitute has to do, they never kiss a john on the mouth. “It’s too personal”, one of them said.
Kissing is definitely more intimate and personal. Kissing is publicly acceptable therefore when the spirit hit, do the deed. A peck on the cheek, forehead, top of the hand, or lips. It doesn’t matter. Kiss away. Kissing also allows for impulsive and spontaneous behavior. You can kiss in front of your parents, your kids, even your minister should you feel the urge.
Too often couples forget what it was that helped fuel their attraction for one another in the first place and they stop kissing. That’s too bad. I can see forgetting to hold hands, but not kissing could signal, well, the kiss of death for the relationship.
Some time in the near future, take your boyfriend or girlfriend, your husband or wife and set aside some you time. It doesn’t matter if you’re 21 or 101. Set the mood with their favorite music, scented candles, and a glass of wine. Make a conscious decision that there will be no sex. It’s just a make-out session. Lose yourself in your mate, Savor the taste of their mouth, the warmth, the feel of their tongue against yours. From the silky soft bottom to the bumpy taste bud covered surface. Concentrate on them. I guarantee you, you will be able to connect in a way where you think you can read their mind. Remember the cheeks, neck and ears. These are erogenous areas we tend to forget.