Kissing

Kissing Sophia in the woods

After dedicating February Photofest 2017 to the history of my seven years of blogging, I decided to do the A-Z Blogging Challenge 2017 in a similar way. Similar, not the same.

I have never wondered whether I am a good kisser or not. From the first time a boy kissed me on the lips and the first time I had an ‘open mouth kiss’, I have never worried whether a boy or man likes the way I kiss. I totally loose myself in a a kiss, especially a good kiss. Because yes, there are some kinds of kisses I absolutely don’t like, such as when lips are too wet or there are just too much saliva involved with an ‘open mouth kiss’.

But back to what I like about kissing…

Master T and I kiss several times a day. There are two kisses we do every day – our good morning kiss and our goodnight kiss. Others happen, depending on how our days are planned. I will never leave the house without giving him a kiss and when I return, I always give him a kiss too. But those are kisses on the lips. The kisses with Master T that manage to leave me quivering and wet are those when he pulls me closer and softly kisses me, slowly exploring my tongue with his. Those are the kisses that make me push my legs together because my clit reacts to it. Those are the kisses where I sigh deep with content because he, Master T, makes me so incredibly happy.

Because we allow others into our relationship, I do occasionally kiss with others, and sometimes Master T does too. I don’t only kiss men, I also kiss women. There was a time when I had fantasies about kissing a girl, but that was before we were involved with other couples or women. Thinking of others I like to kiss, two come to mind: Sophia and Mister Silent. With Sophia it’s just so tender and special, and Mister Silent seems to have a talent to make a kiss last just long enough, because like I had said in the past, I don’t like when a kiss goes on and on and on, except with Master T.

Sometimes Master T and I have our silly moods. I immediately think of our ‘gnome kissing’ when we rub the tips of our noses against each other. We always end up in laughter and rolling our eyes when we do this. But I have more silly moments, like the time I told Master T to ‘kiss my butt‘ and he did. Or the silly kiss I planted on the tip of his cock, and which resulted in other kinds of kissing.

I guess a kiss can really set the mood… but it can also kill it. I absolutely prefer the first kind!

A to Z Challenge 2017

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