… is kissing. The kind of kissing you used to do before sex was an option. The kind of kissing that was so hot you wondered what it was you were saving yourself for. The kind of kissing that is almost more satisfying than the act of sex itself.
I’m not talking about the sweet little pecks you share with your sweetie. I’m talking about fucking with your mouth … but there is a fine line not to be crossed. The kisses must be passionate, not porno. The kind of kisses that movies like The Notebook tease you with. The kind of kisses where you want to crawl inside the other person. The kind of kisses that are an outlet for sexual frustration, not the brief half-assed attempt at foreplay kind of kisses that are only used as a means to an end.
We were on to something as teenagers. Why do we forget that as adults?
Fuck, I just admited to watching The Notebook, didn’t I?
You can definitely still do this as an adult. You just have to find the right person to do it with. It is still just as fabulous and wonderful as you remember it. Maybe even kind of better, because we know more now.
My favorite part…his hands holding my face and kissing me so passionately it takes me several seconds to be able to open my eyes afterward.
