Um. I’m gonna be 25 in a few days. I, also, am accepting applications for “sugar momma”.
You mean I’m too old now? I’ve always wanted to be a boy toy, but I’m 28… Have I wasted my life on long-term relationships like a sucker?
Yes.
Damn. Misnomer beat me to it. 
(I, however, am a spry 27 years of age, and also accepting sugar momma applications. Applicants must be local or willing to relocate to Los Angeles, though long-distance sugar mommas will be considered on a case-by-case basis.)
Man here - I’m allowed to ask questions, right?
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Did you have the nerve, the self-confidence, to let your clueless, clumsy partners know that their kisses sucked, in a bad way?
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Do you think the 3 guys in their 40’s have maybe gone longer without getting their needs met than the 22 year old? Could it have been desperation?
Damnit!
Torpedo tongues, dripping saliva and gaping cod mouths are a turn off–big time. If he can’t kiss (and can’t read my negative reaction), then what are the chances that he’ll be any better if we ever do “get to the good stuff”? Um, none, would be the answer. If I can’t tell him to slow down, etc., then how will he react if I say, “I like to be touched here like this.” Probably not favorably.
At least you’re one of the very rare, almost mythical, women who will actually say what they want. Most women assume all men are telepaths (while, in reality, only KGS is), and get mighty pissed if men refuse to use their supernatural powers to work out what they want without them saying anything.
One of the things my hubby has always liked about me is my willingness to just come right out and say something. One of the things I’ve always liked about him is that when I just come right out and say something, he doesn’t get all offended and pissed off by it. So far, it’s worked.
That sounds paradisical. Yes, I just made up that word. Wanna make something of it?
[sub]I actually had that kind of relationship for quite some time, but it’s over now.[/sub]
A certain amount of vigour is all right if it is infused with the kind of mind-blowing passion that makes people behave a little roughly with one another. Perhaps all of the older gents watched Fatal Attraction and 9 1/2 Weeks just one too many times in their romantically formative years.
Sometimes I like a little out of control passion, myself. I don’t find it too difficult to give out the signals that this is a good time for it – making a fair bit of noise, for instance, will encourage this. Most men who are worth shedding clothes for are eager as hell to hear what their partners want and will be keenly awaiting signals.
(40, married sixteen years, had uncountable relationships prior, shh don’t tell anyone – except the entire Internet, that is)
I am the best kisser in the world.
No, really, I am. I’ve been told, and I believe they had no reason to lie.
Just saying that for any of you women that DON’T want to be sugar-mamas, and just need some good smoochin’.
I’ve only kissed one guy who was much younger than me, and it was awful. Mouth immediately wide open, lots of tongue. I thought maybe that was how the younger crowd kissed – glad to hear it’s not so.
I was slutty for a couple of months in 1993. Kissed five guys, four older (late 40’s), one younger (34). The older guys were great kissers, and didn’t introduce any tongue until I did.
Anybody else notice in Return of the King, how Aragorn’s tongue is sticking out as he’s moving to kiss Arwen? Ick. We should not see the tongue coming!
The first time I first kissed my husband, he was 51 years old, and it was a tender, tentative, lips-only, lingerly lovely kiss. A kiss I shall treasure forever.
Of course I can have them all day long now, but that first kiss … it was a promise for a whole life of love.
Aragorn can kiss me that way if he wants.
I kissed a younger guy who didn’t have a lot of experience (he was maybe 19, I was 20 or 21) and he had that tongue down your throat attack style, but I taught him a few things the one time we made out.
Older guys seem to know a little more, in my experience.
I was entertaining that as a possibility as well.
As for my personal experience, I never had any guys that tried to shove their tongues down my throat. I can’t abide a wet, drippy kisser, though. If I have to use a cloth to dry my mouth after kissing you? Ew.
Awwwwwwwww. That’s so sweet!
I’d say many men suffer from macho aggressive bullshit on the brain, “Me Tarzan, you Jane, now take it and like it!” Certainly for some assertivness, taking control can be a turn on, but many men don’t have the finesse and subtlty with which to try that kind of stuff. and I agree that some are to eager or desperate. There ought to be classes like sex ed, but for kissing and seduction before boys are let loose on the scene.
I’ve been told many times that my lips are my best asset and that I know how to use them well. Most frequent compliment is how soft they are, which has always left me wondering about other guys’ lips. One girlfriend said she was so glad that my lips weren’t “crunchy”. Crunchy??? Do some guys actually have crunchy lips? yuck! get some chapstick!
In spite of the thread being about bad male kissers, there are women who suck at kissing as well. I have unfortunately experienced this as well. I really don’t enjoy someone biting and pulling my lip away from my face, is that really supposed to turn me on? eek. or having her tongue run around the surfaces of my teeth! no thanks. Also I have been kissed hard and with much sloshing about by women, who I had never kissed or slept with before. Drunk friends wil always kiss you badly. lol.
Actually, no, not at all. All three were very attractive and in control and gave off the scent of men who got enough. And even if not…you’re middle aged and you can’t control your desperation? Ew.
My husband is a good kisser. I wouldn’t have kissed him a second time if he wasn’t.
Ditto.
I mean my husband, not yours. Although, yours is a darling.
Stoid, I think you’re having a string of bad luck. 4 does not make a good sample in the world of statistics. I’ve been kissed by women who could only be described as Carly Simon giving CPR. It was the luck of the draw. Be glad you weren’t in Las Vegas that week.