The Art of the Kiss


I have heard said that “The way to a man’s heart tis through his stomach.”
I differ, they way to a man’s heart is through passionate kisses. 

Kissing is something that many take for granted. If you are making out with a mediocre kisser, taking it for granted is understandable. If you are blessed my kissing a talented partner, you are lucky, but you may not understand just how lucky you are. The first time you are engaged with a bad kisser, OMG, you quickly become aware of how important that talent is.

Personally, I love kissing. In Junior High I was involved with a girl that was a great kisser. We never went further than kissing, but we could spend hours on the couch kissing. Tongues probing, biting at each other’s lips, breathing in each other’s breath. Kissing can be an intimate, passionate connection.

As I have matured, I also understand that kissing can be playful, teasing or flirty. For examples:
Your lover is standing at the kitchen sink washing the breakfast dishes. You want to show how much you appreciate that they undertook that task without you asking.  Come up behind them, kiss them on the side of the neck and say, “You are the best.”  Then grab a towel and dry. If that does not lead to sex, it will at least have your mate rushing to wash the dishes.

Starting a few hours before bedtime, start the “tease kiss” attacks. Seek out your partner wherever they may be and kiss them just once each time. Start with a “mother in-law kiss” just a little peck on the cheek. Work in to the light kiss on the lips. Move to the “one hand at the base of the neck” full mouth kiss. The kiss that will carry you to the nearest bed, desk, counter or chair is take your lover’s head in both hands, lean in, pause, make them wait and want that connection.  Now engage and let your passion flow from your mouth to theirs.

Kissing is primal. Kissing is how we entice our mate to fuck us like an animal. If you fail to connect on this primitive level, you may not experience that animalistic passion that makes way for unencumbered copulation.

Rather than list all of the ways to be a good kisser, let me share some of the signs that you are not a good kisser:
Bad breath, you may be a talented kisser, but if that garlic pasta from lunch is lingering…..
Over Eager, receiving a kiss properly is almost as important and delivering a good kiss. Think of it as a dance. One partner has to be leading and the other following that lead.  If that is not clear, post a question and I will explain further.
Too Timid, if you do not meet your partner with the expected enthusiasm, they may wonder what they are doing wrong. This is a very difficult area. Too Eager/Too Timid… and those are floating points that depend on your partner’s mood, and the energy that is building between you.
Big Mouthed,  I have encountered this more than a couple of times (unfortunately). You lean in to give a soft tender closed mouth kiss and you are met with a “large mouth bass” attempting to suck you face off. WTF! Who kisses like that? And who likes being kissed like that? Impromptu vote?

In summary, I guess the keys are:

Know who is leading the “dance” and follow their lead.
Check your breath. Enough said.
Flirt with your kisses. Hold something back for later. Use your kisses as a bread crumb trail to the final destination.
Reward good behavior. If you are liking the kisses and enjoying the seduction, give your partner what they want as a reward.


A Chair with a View


Amber gives a pretty good description of the events that day, from her perspective.
What we should always remember is that what we sense and perceive is based on our knowledge and experiences. Not the knowledge and experience of the person we are with.

At this point in our affair I had not shared with Amber that I was, many years ago, involved in an accident that left me with permanent nerve damage down the right side of my body. That nerve damage has rendered my penis almost numb. Benefit for the ladies that can withstand a 90 minute pounding, but a frustration for me. Visual stimulation helps me to achieve my climax sooner. Tactile stimulation alone will not get me done. I require visual to compliment the experience if I am to realize my orgasm.

So, I am sitting on the couch. Amber is straddling my lap and riding me in a reverse cowgirl standing position. But my view is her hair, her dress and more of her dress. Now I love her hair and the way she plays with it during intercourse. But that is not the visual that I need to stay in the game. Good thing Amber tips the scales south of 100#, I stood up with her still engaged and moved her to a chair. Frankly, I believe this is the first time a man moved her physically during intercourse.

Once at the chair, I had the most wonderful view a man could hope for. Her slim hips and tiny little ass look so hot when she is on her knees. I had a great view of my cock pumping her pussy. My word, this was just what I needed! It may seem odd to some of you, but as I was fucking her that way, I looked at her asshole and thought, “that is the prettiest asshole I have ever seen”.

Amber and I had not discussed anal sex at this point in our affair. She had said that she was so inexperienced that she did not know her limits. But I knew anal was a big taboo for most women. Yet I looked at that butthole and fantasized about having my cock in it. I suddenly realized that this woman was not just hot, but she was on fire. The thought of using her to my ends plus the visual of her on her knees and my cock pumping her pussy was just what I needed. I was very vocal as I reached my climax.

Out of breath and feeling very satisfied, I lead Amber to the bed. We cuddled and I enjoyed some post-orgasmic sleep. Not much sleep, I had this beautiful sexy woman cuddled next to me. What the heck was I doing sleeping? I kissed her. Wow what a wonderful kisser Amber is. My hand wondered down to her soaking wet pussy and I could not resist fingering her to another orgasm or three. A pussy loaded with cum is so much fun to play with. It reminds me of my childhood and running through the puddles after a heavy rain.  My adult version of “Playing in the Puddles”.

So goes my side of the story.

I have to tell you all that at this point in our affair, I am hooked on this inexperienced, totally open minded young lady. A dream come true.

Fuck me on a couch… Fuck me again, on the chair… and PLAYING IN THE PUDDLE


The 3rd time meeting Brian was a Tuesday.  He was about to leave his hotel and we got a couple hours to play.  I was wearing a dress red on top with a black bottom. I liked it because it made my butt look curvy.  My butt is practically non existent so I take any help I can get.

So, I showed up to his hotel room, and it was pretty awkward at first. I did want to have sex with him, he knew I was nervous, anyone could tell from like a mile away!!

He grabbed me, quickly and smoothly.  He held on to me and caressed me, made me feel safe and a little bit calm before he moved in to kiss me. (Whoever said butterflies in your stomach was a nice feeling is a moron! I hate them.  Butterflies south … an entirely different story)

There he is, caressing my neck, my shoulders. He is sitting on a couch and I’m sitting on his lap, facing away from him. he goes from my neck to my boobs with one hand while his other hand travels up my thigh. I feel calm and excited at the same time.  Is that possible?

After a few minutes of touching those very sensible places of myself, he is ready to enter me, I let him.  This is a position I have never tried before. This position is uncomfortable, he is having trouble staying inside.  I’m thinking I should say something, but I don’t.  He doesn’t either.

Woah!!! I’m on the air. Brian has lifted me, without warning. He positioned me on my knees on top of a chair and entered me.  All in one swift and fast movement.  I would have objected, maybe…except… I liked it…. I liked it a lot!!!

He liked the visual he got must have been a good one.  Because I can feel him excited inside me… I am still not over the… uhm,  surprise. Should say something?…

uh…. oh.. OH!! he is hitting that spot, well I can’t and won’t.  I feel him tense he grabs my hips and pounds me hard and fast, hitting my spot, every time. I am unaware of my loud moaning, but he enjoys it.  One thing about Brian is that he never neglects any part of me, he plays with my boobs, my neck, my hair, my ass… He’s just having too much fun with it; and so am I, loving it and ready. I come; I have that amazing orgasm that starts somewhere and ends everywhere.  I am gasping for air, and trying to focus, I am dizzy and my knees are weak, my hair is tangled, my bra is out of place…  I turn around to face him, I give him one long look. DAMN HIM!! He’s as calm, collected and fresh as if we had talked, rather than fucked.

Brian offers me his hand and I take it.  He must have noticed my wobbly knees because he grabs me by the waist and guides me to the bed. He suggests I remove my dress, which I obediently do.  He lays down with me. He is on his back and I’m on my side, with my head above his arm.  I like it there, I fit so well.

We talk for a while, and I’m nervous again, blabbering about whatever, until I sigh, still feeling that little tickle, a lingering high from my recent orgasm. He likes that, he smiles, a very smug smile and whispers..”I did that”. (Really?! I’m wet again!)

I had been unaware of the whereabouts of Brian’s hand during that brief exchange, but I locate it once I feel his finger inside me.  I turn to look at him, he smiles… Again that smug smile.  I just give in, entirely to the feeling of his expert hands inside playing with my spot.  He whispers again,and it takes me a while to understand what he said, because his fingers are aggressively bringing me to the edge of another orgasm. I get “the look” again, and a smile.

I call that “Playing in the Puddle”

Needless to say that I came again.