kiss me

i love love love kissing. making out can be better than sex sometimes. no lie. i generally judge the attractiveness of men by whether or not i'd make out with any given one. my darling boy? yea, i'd keep my lips smooshed on his nonstop if i could. kisses mean something more than sex and can convey a lot more too me

hesitation. aggression. determination. despiration. experience

a kiss should make you weak in the knees. it should make your thoughts a little cloudy. it should be comfortable, natural and all over swoony

the first kiss is always special; for me, it's now vital to everything else. my first boyfriend was hesitant. i know i should've just kissed him, but i was hesitant, too. he was my first first. in the parking lot of a pep boys, which still makes me giggle. kissing him was so addictive he once made a joke about magnets in our lips... my second boyfriend wasn't much different. but i was far less hesitant going in for the kill with him. on two separate occassions, my college roommate walked in on us making out... random hookup #1 and boyfriend #3 were both aggressive and sloppy. they have a few things in common, but the biggest difference was underlying meaning. one lacked experience; one was desperate. in both cases, i brushed it off and neither situation ended very well. lesson learned... my other random hookups didn't send up any red flags. granted, in one situation i was inconsistent in my desire, one i was too drunk to care and one i was too distracted. and then came J...

the first time he kissed me was so gentle and sweet. it was slow because he was being polite. i melted completely. the second kiss was a bit more determined, and we ended up in bed. every kiss after that has been so lovely. however, nothing will ever compare to the one that swept me off my feet. i started falling in love with him that moment, even though i didn't realize it

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secret sexy

i find random things about my man sexy. hot guys are great, but it takes a little bit more than that to sustain me...

i love when he says my name. on the phone? eating dinner? in the middle of fucking? doesn't matter. my heart will skip a beat and my insides will turn to mush when he utters those two syllables. he knows he has me before he even finishes, and i will want him intensely immediately after. insta-orgasm when he half moans into my ear while we're already entwined. petnames are cute, but my name has power

i love when he cooks. he doesn't even have to be a good cook or create an elaborate meal. spaghetti with plain sauce? sure. i just love watching him standing over the stove, making sure everything is just right. it doesn't hurt that kitchen sex is my favorite. sometimes i want to tell him not to set the table because i want him to bend me over it while the water boils




i love when he's being sweet for the sake of being sweet. he patiently listens to my disjointed rambles when i'm needlessly freaking out about us. he rubs my feet under the blankets when im starting to get a little cold. he laughs with me when i get the post-orgasmic full body giggles, and cuddles me when i'm done. he holds my hand with absolutely no prompting or sneaky hand placement when we drive. he says genuinely sweet things to and about me for no other reason than he believes they're true

i'm lucky to have found a man who fits me so well without even trying. i'm looking forward to this weekend, and potentially expanding my sexy list