I got to experience one of the best kissers I have met in a long time recently. This is someone who I kissed for the first time way back in March and it never went further than a kiss, but oh my! What a kiss. This guy’s kiss turned me on more than some guys do when they’re trying to give me an orgasm. Ever since that first kiss in March, I have been thinking about this guy and his kiss and just waiting for the opportunity to indulge again.
On Thursday night, we went out for a little bar meet that we know about. MrKisser and his wife were there too, but a little bit in a separate area. When she came by and was chatting with us, I let her know that I was really ready to kiss her husband again soon! She walked me over to him and pushed me in front of him so she could watch! I first asked him if he remembered me, which he did. Then I asked him if he remembered kissing me, which he also did (of course).
We brought our mouths together and I felt everything heat up. His lips and tongue fit and move perfectly with mine. There is no awkwardness. Everything about the way he kisses just pulls me in. Great kissers have this way of making everything in the room disappear. It’s fucking amazing! I kissed him for a bit outside until the second hand smoke started killing me. Then I kissed him again when we left and this time he kept pulling me closer with his hands. Placing them on my thighs and pressing our pelvises together. I didn’t want to stop kissing this guy. In fact, I didn’t want to stop AT kissing this guy. I want to find out what it’s like to be with him. At least I think that’s what I want?? Maybe it would be better to just enjoy his kisses.