Nervously I leaned in for our first kiss. Kisses and kissing are tremendously important, they’re a doorway into the type of person and lover you will be.
I especially love soft and sensuous kisses, building in intensity and urgency, with fingers entwined in hair, pulling a partner tight to your lips as the excitement gets too much to control. The sensation of hands roving for the first time over a fresh body, the promise and potential of things to come and enjoy. Drink in the intense feelings a seriously good kiss induces — they’re the beginnings of everything — and taste the nectar that should be savoured.
Lips touch lightly, slightly parted, faces pressing together, her heady scent filling my senses and igniting neurone paths I didn't know about or remember.
Sensuous. Erotic. Words you hear and say but with a flippancy they don't deserve. These words are at the heart of our sexual experiences and should be respected as the building blocks of the most intense and perfect sex.
Those first kisses put you on a path, one on which you can’t turn back. But a selfish kiss, a soulless kiss, can't be undone and the path to sexual fulfilment will be closed.
We were kissing and every erogenous zone in my body was on fire, her lips and tongue and touch sending hot needles of pleasure shooting through my body. Her tongue insistent, slowly probing; her breathing faster and shallower. Mouth open, we are devouring each other. Our tongues dancing, our teeth occasionally knocking together as we try to truly be as one. A kiss can do that.
Pausing, I see her eyes crackling with desire and my blood is surging thickly round my body, turning my cock into a rigid pole. She touches it gently whilst my hand slips over her beautiful firm breasts.
All the sensations and quivering lust we’re now experiencing, started with a sensuous, erotic kiss.
I need to feel and know more about this sexy impish woman turning my mind and body into a furnace, burning with desire to touch, hold, feel, and fuck.
To kiss, to engage the brain in these magical moments, to create neurone pathways allowing us to remember and savour the incredible sexual pleasure created by kissing, and the acts kissing leads to, is to make us human. We alone in the animal kingdom fuck for fun.
Still kissing and holding each other tightly, one body moulded to the other, we touch everywhere we can reach, hands roving and roaming. Kissing deeply, we pull back from the brink, kissing more slowly and intimately now, building once again to deep and intense sensations, tongues twisting and probing.
I feel her pert, small nipples, so hard under her silky bra, straining at every touch and caress. I lightly squeeze her breasts, raking nails over the nipples, nipping and tweaking them between finger and thumb, and our kissing becomes more frantic and breathing laboured.
Our eyes fill with lust. I slide my hands down her back to cup her arse and pull her against my throbbing cock. She grinds and gyrates against me and my cock spasms against her pussy. I slip a hand between us and, cupping her pussy, I feel her heat and wetness through her leggings. I press against her lips, stimulating her clit and undulating my fingers to work between her lips and gently touch clit, then pussy.
I slip beneath her waistband and into her panties.