I just watched “Never Been Kissed” (with Drew Barrymore), and that last scene where he stalks out onto the field, and gathers her into his arms for a kiss, well, that really got to me.
I love kissing.
Those slow, soft, gut- tearing kisses that make my eyes roll back into my head, or the type of toe- curling lust created when I am pushed up against a wall, his hands holding my face, teeth biting lips, toungues everywhere. And those surprise kisses on the back of my neck, knees going weak as I lean back.
I miss kissing.
“B” is still around once or twice a week, but he is getting on my nerves. Basically, he’s as bright as a houseplant. He is great company…when he doesnt speak. when his mouth open, Forest Gump pops out.
God, I know this sounds terrible, but I keep him around for sack value only.
Shitboy could kiss.Big Time.
(God forbid I ever need a kiss THAT bad!)
I miss kissing.
Do people still ‘neck’?
You remember…as a teen sitting and kissing for a long long time,building to a desperate scramble with the clothes, or not. Maybe not, maybe just kiss.
Mmmmmmm kissing.
March 1983,school dance, Robby (Mmm Robby!)and I slow dancing, and he kissed me. I went limp, and my head drooped back. He held my head, so gently, and kissed me totally senseless. We didnt even use any tongue, we were so young. I was hooked.
well guys…Does anyone else miss kissing? Or am I the only one ‘not getting any’?