Long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses...

Well, I believe in the soul. The cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing AstroTurf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. ~ Crash Davis

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I adore Crash Davis and would do just about anything he asked if he talked to me like this.

I too believe.

Long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses...

There is that moment in a kiss. You move in, the butterflies have settled and then they stir up again. You feel a twist, no not in your cock or your pussy, but rather somewhere just above there. It is as if someone has hold of your insides and is squeezing just a little, or touching you with something electric. That feeling radiates out and down and up. Your breath catches, your legs go just a bit weak. Oh, my God. It is barely a moment before lips touch lips. But when it is good that moment is a lifetime as well. And then yes, lips touch lips and your head spins and you feel it all. Breath now.

Oh, to be with someone who knows how to kiss. There is an art to it. A good kisser, I have found from extensive research, will be good at many other areas of sexual bliss. For they are students of body language. A good kisser seems to be able to anticipate what you want, what you need and it is as if they are listening to all you are communicating with every twitch of a muscle, every sped up breath, every tiny moan that you let escape they tune in to all of it and adjust a thousand times per second. A really good kiss can make you dizzy with desire. A good kisser can give and recieve. They can let go and let you be in charge without giving up their own giving back. They can take charge and let you float in a sea of a thousand desires.

... that last three days.

I could kiss the right kisser for hours. Heavy petting, making out, first base, second base... home run. It is amazing how far a good kiss can get someone. Lean in slow, hold my eyes with your gaze, whisper something soft and sexy, just the moment before our lips meet close your eyes slowly, slowly... fucking slowly... until I move that last little bitty millimeter. My lips are soft, their lips are soft, together it is perfection. Just a little parted, open up just enough to tease. Tip of a tongue gentle, soft, tracing and touching where nerves are zinging along all the right pathways. Hand on the small of my back or the back of my head, holding, not pulling just enough pressure so I know you want this. You want me. Oh, and it is a powerful thing to be wanted.

And that kiss will last three days.

Tell me... what do you believe....