I’ve been distracted by mental images like this all day. I’m obsessing about kissing. Especially that point at which warm but light-hearted kisses morph into an expression of passion and the whole body becomes an extension of the kiss itself. It is liberating when you stop thinking about where your hands are or your partners response and you just feed your own hunger.
I had a boyfriend awhile back who had a lot of sexual hangups. He didn’t like these deep, wet, sloppy kisses. He couldn’t appreciate the need to suck on each other’s tongues and explore the entire mouth. That relationship didn’t last long.