You can always turn a bad kisser into a good one.
I was told by a girl once that I should teach a course on how to kiss properly. I thought that was really a nice compliment. I then asked her what she thought about my sexual prowess and she recommended I talk to a guy she used to date. Body blow.
Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said I was a virgin, not a monk,” he said, kissing me again. “If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.
I fell asleep that night thinking about the kiss that might have been. What did a kiss feel like, anyway? Somehow I knew it wouldn’t be like the one I got from Mom or Dad at bedtime. The same species, maybe, but a radically different beast, to be sure. Like a wolf and a whippet – only science would put them on the same tree.
According to an article on CNN.com, a new study says people who are bad kissers don't get laid. Where are you supposed to learn how to kiss? If you go to Catholic school, it's from your priest; in public school, you learn from your teacher; and some guys learn from their sisters... if their sister is Angelina Jolie.
If it's supposed to be a really passionate snog, you slip the tongue in.
I'm pretty good at putting up drywall and I'm an excellent kisser. That's pretty much all of my skills right there.
Boys everywhere take note: That was a kiss.
I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.
There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.
