The Lost Art Of Kissing
Copyright: Kristina Mariah Photography Model: Candy Kera
I remember my first kiss, it was in a pizzaria with a spanish girl. I was very nervous as hell, mainly because we had been talking about kissing each other for 2 weeks. Until we actually decided to lip lock at her friends birthday party. The moment came, and I think I did okay! Since that moment, me and my big ole soup coolers were a kissing machine. Girlfriend after girlfriend would get kissed and kissed some more. Until about 10th grade, and a few things started to happen.
First was a white girl, who told me kissing would get you mono, in my twisted high school mind I thought it was a white person’s illness and it sort of turned me off to white women. Second was Snoop Dogg’s album, which introduced me to the pimp culture. I started reading every pimp book I could my hands on. Not to mention watching every pimp movie available at Blockbuster. From The Pimp by Iceberg Slim to Goldie and the Mack I thought I was a ladies man who could have any women I wanted, and it was sort of the truth. So as a handsome tenth grader with a job and a car it is no wonder an influx of coochie would literally allow me to f*ck girls and not even kiss them. This became regular practice to me.
As I grew up I found myself being more cautious with my tongue than the manxilla. Not that I was running in women unprotected, hell no, just that I would stick myself in more women than I kissed, and now as an adult, that’s just ass backwards. So, I found myself only kissing women I actually liked, and wanted to build a relationship with and turning my head away from jumpoff’s and chicks I only wanted to smash.
It wasn’t until recently that I rediscovered the passion in kissing. A short Brooklyn girl with a fetish for ugg’s, Ipods, and The Office really enlightened me to the joys of kissing. I loved kissing her. Her lips were so soft, her mouth was like heaven and I liked her more than a lot of other things… even blogging.
Then yesterday while walking in the rain, I saw a couple kissing and started to think, is kissing a lost art in sex? Why do some women enjoy kissing and other dread the act? Do women put men in the same category I once lumped my girls in? I thought about all the times I shared myself without taking the time to savour a woman’s tongue and dance around in her mouth with something other than my “manxilla”.
So today I ask you all this: Do you enjoy kissing? Do you think it’s disgusting? Why are some people quicker to sleep with a person than they are to kiss them?
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