CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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I cannot give up kissing. Just cannot. I wrote a journal entry about it a while back... Kisses. Sigh. I love kissing. It starts as a tingle, an ever-so-slight tingle, around the edges of my mouth. When I am with one, and I feel the tingle, it grows and builds and becomes an all-consuming urge. An urge I must act on. I reach up with my hands, on either side of his face. Slowly sliding them down his cheeks, the darkness starts to creep into the edges of my vision, until I can see nothing but him. I feel the pulse quicken in my throat as I part my lips. They tremble slightly and I cannot help the low moan that escapes me as I gently brush across his mouth. A slight taste of the tongue, then a gentle sucking on his lower lip. Then more, harder, my pulse races, the heat builds, I lose all track of time. Sigh. I love that. BIG SIGH. And there is another type of kiss, in the midst of rough, primal, raw passion, that is hard and fast and frenetic and... bruising. That one is especially delicious for entirely different reasons. Oh and the "after kisses". How could I forget about those? The hot lips pressed to glistening skin, every touch a reminder of the sensations imprinted there. And the soft exhale that follows, flowing over the back of my neck like cool water, sliding over the hills and settling into the valleys. I had a thought about this, I'm sure I did. Where was I? Oh yeah. LOL. I have heard that some people do not kiss, as it interferes with their dynamic. I have found that my desire to kiss someone is a direct barometer of my true feelings for them. If I just want to "throw down" without even thinking about kissing them, well, hmmm, does it really matter who they even are? Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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