Oof. I got a sinus infection. I blame either our ill son or one of the 75 people I've kissed on the mouth during a Hedwig performance...
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Quotes tagged ‘Kissing’
It was a kiss perfect in length and pressure and emotion, but unlike in the movies it didn’t make everything all better.
The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and the PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.
As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way.
The first time I kissed my wife, she wasn't my wife then, she was just this girl in a bar. But when we kissed, it was like, I gotta tell you, it was like I'd never kissed any other woman before. It was like my first kiss. The right kiss.
— Shonda Rhimes, Dr. Derek Shepherd, Patrick Dempsey, imdb.com
There's nothing sweeter than a long kiss before asking for something.
The best way to start anal is when you’re on your stomach and he’s kind of on top of you, like laying on top of you and sliding it in. Probably the most relaxed position to be in. It helps if he kisses your neck, ears, caresses your head. It helps it feel good as soon as the initial ‘ouch’ is over.
Racy embrace. The best way to indulge into a smoldering lip-lock along with relishing passionate lovemaking moments with your guy! While your partner sits relaxed on the bed with his legs crossed, take him by surprise and jump onto his lap. Wrap your legs tightly around his waist and taking the cont…
Modified Doggy. This simple variation on doggy style can bring you closer, both literally and figuratively. Lie flat on your stomach and have your partner position themselves between your legs to enter from behind, or reach down with their hand. You’ll get full-body contact, and an easy turn of your…
The Sidewinder. Here you get all the benefits of Spooning plus major eye contact and kissing with both of you having your hands free to pull each other closer. Lay down facing each other on your sides and lift your upper leg to let him enter you. Then wrap your leg tightly around his and use your mu…
I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.
Stupid kissing. Stupid roaming hands. Stupid boys.
Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters, like children building tree houses. Our love is serious business. One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string. When I hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for…
Two rules for kissing: 1. Don’t kiss someone who’s in love with someone else. 1a. Especially if you love whomever you’re kissing. 2. Don’t let someone who loves you kiss you when you don’t share their feelings. 2a. Especially if you’re in love with someone else.
He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment—because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.
I took a breath and watched as he leaned down over my exposed, lumpy belly. Very lightly, he kissed it. He kissed the spot beneath my ribs and all the way down to my navel. He kissed across my lower stomach, that wretched expanse where the stretch marks raked across my skin, then up and down my side…
As he had already lost his maidenhood long ago, my rod entered far more easily in him than his had done in me, nor did I give him the pain that I had felt, although my tool is of no mean size. He stretched his hole open, the tip entered, he moved a little, half the phallus was plunged in; he pressed…
When he touched her breasts they gave themselves up in quivering ecstasy, inviting his lips. Her mouth was a fountain of delight. And when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery.
His parted lips followed the curve of her breast. Then he lifted his head and visually devoured her nakedness. He cupped one breast in his hand and played with the dusky crest until it became stiff. Growling with gratification, he ducked his head and whisked it with his tongue, again and again, unti…
There wasn't an inch of her that he didn't taste -- from the base of her throat to the curve of her waist to the backs of her knees to her candy apple-red toenails. And when he finally tasted the already damp petals of her womanhood, she tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her hips as the tre…