Relationship Advice: First Kiss: How to Kiss a Man So He Will Never Forget You
First Kiss: How to Kiss a Man So He Will Never Forget You
I think everyone has had similar cases
I am a fan of kissing. No other act is so intimate. Light suction, smacking lips, playful biting, deep penetration with the tongue—a good kiss is like jazz—an improvisation of melodies, flirtatious staccato, and passionate stormy crescendo.
A good kiss is a physical interaction, like s+x, but more erotic.
My first encounter with kissing ended badly.
Yulia and I were 14 years old, and we were meeting for the second time. After walking her home, we stopped in front of each other. She tilted her head, placed her open lips on mine, and using a combination of saliva and air suction, created an air hickey while invading my mouth with her tongue.
I imagined an eel or a water snake or perhaps a tapeworm, and a lump came into my throat. I tried to stop her tongue, but she twirled it wildly and pushed me away. I couldn’t breathe.
Then I reflexively covered her mouth with my hand. Being 14 has its drawbacks. Yulia didn’t know the main rule of kissing: it’s a conversation.
There’s nothing wrong with a total invasion of languages, but if your interlocutor didn’t ask for it, then you’re scaring more than exciting. I didn’t even call Yulia to break up with her, assuming that the girl got the hint when I covered her mouth with my hand.
I took a lot of inspiration from my first girlfriend, Christina, my gold standard when it comes to kissing. Our first kiss was a revelation. I was incredibly nervous when we walked up to her front door and began to question whether I should kiss her at all.
But she made a knight’s move. She took my wrists, put my hands behind my back, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lower lip to mine, sliding my upper lip between hers.
Then it was over, and we said goodnight. I replayed our kiss in my mind for days after that. Her lips and the hint of her tongue were always in my head. I was filled with pride that I had not screwed up and had acted like a man, actually kissing her first.
A great kiss makes you feel great.
Well, the most passionate kiss belongs to my current girlfriend, Katya. When we first met, she didn’t like kissing. She thought it was an unnecessary, boring activity. And she reminded me of me in my failed youth.
For Katya, the kiss was just a step towards what happened next. As a result, she could not see all the possibilities of the kiss. But my patience, painstaking training, and frequent practice bore fruit.
I found that she had no problem with a playful kiss. She always returned the kiss with a bite and enjoyed the flirting.
After a while, the kisses became longer. Katya began to understand that a good kiss, like a poem, offers more than just words, expressing feelings that people can only share indirectly.
Her work was exciting. And eventually she became a fan of the kiss, just like me.”
