I love to kiss, perhaps more than any other sexual act. In my experience everyone has kissed a bit differently. I have had many wonderful kisses in my time, but I am not sure if I could rank one as perfect, whatever that would be.
If you have experienced the perfect kiss, please tell me about it.
It’s been a long time, but I still remember it fondly…
Time: Late summer, 1983
Location: A few miles outside of Roanoke, Virginia
The setting: Sitting on the back porch of my girlfriend’s farmhouse, under a full moon, the Blue Ridge (?) mountains for a backdrop, her on my lap.
We kissed for about four or five hours, coming up for air and conversation from time to time. Phew! Romantic, tender and erotic all rolled into one. It was sort of a doomed, short-lived relationship for reasons I needn’t go into here, beyond the fact that we lived 200 miles apart. We never had sex, but if she was as good at that as she was at kissing, I’m not sure I’d have survived.
I’ve shared plenty of good kisses since then, but I’ve always remembered that one as special.
Hmmmmm… it might be Raj, my first kiss in third grade; perfect because it was so innocent, with no knowledge of anything that might come after, just a sweet hoo hoo of connecting.
Or it might be R, my first love that lead to sex. An insistent kiss that was swell enough to open the floodgates of Oooh La LA.
Could be D, who opened to my advances, and stuck with my nebulous tongue for longer than it was probably worth.
Or it might be DR, who grabbed me one night and planted one for the hell of it in Memphis, articulating her crush with a tongue, all the while knowing I wasn’t a gal’s gal. Damn fine kiss, though.
The main thing is, alla these kisses are indefinable. They yanked on the whirligig of heart, but I can’t remember any specific technique, beyond the arc of connection.
Perhaps the perfection of direct mouth to mouth communication lies in it’s means to transmit the Lilting Unspeakable…
I can put my finger on the -worst- kiss I ever had!
He was a wrestler with braces and more saliva production than anyone I have ever met. He was completely unintelligible in conversation. I did not like him, but a close friend of mine was dating this wrestler guy’s best friend, and they were going to go to a haunted castle-type-place for Halloween, and the wrestler wanted to come along but didn’t want to feel like an ‘extra’, so my friend asked me to come along too.
I had never met the guy before then.
We were in the crowded, dark hallway leading to the “vortex room”, and it was impossible to see anything. Wrestler dude was behind me, and tapped my shoulder. I turned around real quick, and he kinda grabbedkissed me.
It was like … ew … my whole chin was drenched in saliva when he was done! I tried to resist it but wrestlers have strong grasps and I couldn’t get away from him. It was horrid. Awful.
And it was my first kiss! cries
The best kiss? That’s hard to say. It’d have to be February 22, 2000, at approximately 6:45 p.m. CST, at the Toronto airport. It was the kiss good-bye I gave to the love of my life, my intended future Mr. Caiata, so-to-speak, just before he boarded the plane back to Australia.
It was tender, passionate, desperate, lingering, loving, sensual and bittersweet all at once. It brought a tear to my eye. It was … well, it was just amazing.
sighs and stares off into space
It was a very cold winter day almost six years ago, the temperature must have been below -30C and I was getting a ride home from work because someone had accidentally unplugged my car and it just wouldn’t start.
I like to think that the fates had something to do with this.
We stopped in front of my place and talked for a little while and our talking led to holding hands and the holding hands led to me leaning over and giving her the smallest kiss, just a little peck that just brushed her lips.
I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve kissed each other in the past six years, 3000 times? 5000 times?
The first one still stands out. I’ll never forget that one little kiss.
The perfect kiss? Haven’t had it yet. I’ve had some good ones, kisses that made me happy or eased my mind, kisses that forgave, kisses that enticed. But the perfect one will be the one that heals me, a kiss with faith and faithfulness behind it, from someone who is as caring as she is accepting of care.
Will it happen? That’s not my department. I leave the future to those better qualified than I.
Le Sang
Oh you must find on the board the DeSade kiss. kinky.
He’s sitting down next to me, smells great. I don’t care what anyone says, everyone’s got their own personal scent, even when they’re not wearing anything. Mmmmm. Our legs are touching. He’s talking about how he wished he had talked to me a lot sooner. Eye contact, oh, he’s killing me. Wait till you get home Mia, or at least off of the train and out of public view.
Sitting down shoulder to shoulder, I can tell he’d be a good height for me, wouldn’t break my neck just trying to reach his lips. Half closing my eyes, I wonder what those lips would do to me? He’s leaning in and my mind goes nutz: HE’S GONNA KISS ME! HE’S GONNA KISS ME! HE’S GONNA KISS ME! Damn. False alarm, hair in mouth.
Remember to start breathing again, Mia.
We’re walking me home now, holding hands, little short circuits run out of his fingers, through my arm, to my nipples and down between my thighs. If he doesn’t kiss me when we get to the porch, I’m gonna jump him. It’ll be all over. Huh? Oh yeah, we’re still talking, now I have to remember to breathe AND pay attention. Walking up the stairs, I go first. Wonder if he’s looking at my ass. Who am I kidding, I know he is. We’re at the door now, he’s standing in front of me, and finally silent.
Just looking at me.
Shit, those eyes, now I’m nervous. Can’t move, not breathing. Ohmigosh, Ohmigosh, Ohmigosh, he’s leaning in. Lean faster goddammit! Ohmigosh, Ohmigosh, Ohmigosh, his eyes are closing, my knees are weak, his lips are open and MMMMmmmmm. Soft, warm, wet and slowly all over me.
Anticipation. Hands down its always the first one.
I don’t know if it was the perfect kiss, but there’s a guy in my past who was definitely my best kisser. I usta get all trembly just thinking about his kisses. He’s not the one I married. And he’s married with 2 kids of his own. But once upon a time, we shared some excellent moments of kissage…