All but my last girlfriend had no problem at all with me kissing their faces after kissing their other lips.
When I was in bed with the last girlfriend for the first time, she turned away when I started to kiss her face (after kissing the other lips). When I seemed surprised (because I was surprised) she explained, “Sorry. I don’t like that taste – and you’d be outta luck If I did, 'cause then I’d be a lesbian.”
“Oh!” I replied as we moved on to the next act in our play, “I must be a lesbian!”
—G!
I married her anyway. 
Absolutely. Just as long as she puts that mouthful in her belly first. 
A funny anecdote: I dated a girl (briefly!) who smelled fishy down there. Idk what was up with her, she was very clean and took care of herself…except for this one thing. I discovered this the one and only time i went down on her. When i started out, she was so jubilant and surprised, “Omg, I’m so glad you’re a guy who goes down! Most guys don’t like eating pussy.”. I kept my mouth shut but i was sooo tempted to say, “guys DO like eating pussy. Just not yours.” Suffice to say it didn’t last with her too long.
My creaky old memory just dredged something up from when I was about 15 years old … my parents had bought John Updike’s book “A Month of Sundays” and I read it. I recall a scene where a male character goes down on a woman, then kisses her on the mouth, and she says something like, “Now I’m tasting myself,” which he found quite erotic, presumably because it shows how comfortable she is with herself and with sex. This would have been pretty racy stuff for 1973, when the book was first published, I suspect. Anyway it certainly was a contribution to my personal sex education, since at 15 I had no experience and very little knowledge about such things.
If anyone else knows the book, feel free to correct me if my memory is incorrect.
Standard practice at home is to move up for a makeout session. So according to a story upthread, apparently my wife is a lesbian.
You say that like it’s a bad thing