Kiss Me
The kiss is probably the pinnacle of romanticism from everything that I have observed. The couple who flirt with one another throughout the film in an attempt to create a will they or won’t they scenario, finally kiss and everybody smiles. The kidnapped child is finally reunited with his parents and is smothered in relieved kisses. The power of seduction that exists in that first kiss between a passionate couple which then leads to their love making. A kiss good bye on a steam filled railway platform. As ever, books and films have played their part in elevating the status of the kiss to near legendary status.
Like so much of what I do, the kiss is a weapon which I use to maximise the impact of my machinations. At the outset I shall use it to overpower you. You are unlikely to have much resistance to my overtures following my campaign of love-bombing but if there is any it will be obliterated the first time I kiss you. I have studied a thousand kisses.
From Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr in From Here to Eternity to Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh in Gone With the Wind through to Demi Moore and Patrick Swayze in Ghost. I have viewed Audrey Hepburn jump from her taxi to kiss George Peppard in the rain in the film, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and the post-nuptial kiss between Prince Charles and Princess Diana. It is not just the famous kisses that have been subjected to my scrutiny. I have sat at railway stations and watched the greeting kiss, full of excitement and passion or the departure kiss which encapsulates longing.
I have watched the almost frenzied and desperate embrace that arises from a man finally ensnaring his quarry in a nightclub after spending a couple of hours chatting her up. Whilst sipping from my drink in a restaurant I see hundreds of kisses between spouses, lovers, friends and acquaintances all delivered in different styles with varying emphasises. All of this knowledge is collated and stored ready for my use.
I have been told many times how good a kisser I am. I am blessed with full lips and therefore do not suffer the sometimes dispassionate affliction that can befall those who have lips of a thinner nature. From my observations I have learned to make my advance slowly, lingering just in front of the other person’s lips as I reach a hand up to cradle their neck and let my fingers lightly caress the back of their neck. My soft lips press gently against theirs and then I retreat slightly before advancing again and then retreating.
I do this several times before allowing my mouth to press on to theirs and remain there as we lock our embrace, lips moving slowly together, each time moving a little wider until a tentative tongue gently probes and touches against hers. My tongue flicks back and forth as the embrace grows stronger. I can hear her low moan of delight and know that this approach is working. I reach another arm around her and pull her closer to me, bodies pressed against one another and now her mouth has opened wider, her own tongue almost battling with mine.
I know that the tingle will be racing up and down her spine; I know that she will feel the churning in her stomach and that light headedness will be sweeping across her. I am well practised in the art of the seductive kiss and during our golden period I shall allow you to experience it often. I shall do it when we meet in my house at the end of the day, I will embrace you in that fashion when I lead you by the hand to our bedroom and I shall surprise you by grabbing hold of you in the lift and kissing you in this way.
What of course is all the sweeter about being able to embrace you in such a scintillating fashion is the fact that I will withdraw this marvellous kiss. You will take hold of me and push your mouth against mine only to find that my lips are set rigid and do not respond in the way you have been used to. There is no warmth or passion. You wonder where it has gone. The truth is that there was never any there to begin with. Like so much of what I do, it is an artifice purely designed to capture you and make the inevitable denigration all the more contrasting.
I can see the confusion in your eyes as you try again to kiss me but the effect is the same. You look at me, eyes searching for an answer but I do not offer one. You ask me what is wrong and I look away and say that there is nothing wrong. I have a variety of responses which confuse you when you try to kiss me or expect to be kissed. When once I kissed you often and repeatedly I will reduce it to next to nothing. This reduction coupled with a lack of explanation has you flailing around for some kind of reason. You end up blaming yourself of course that is to be expected. I will do any or all of the following:-
- Remain tight-lipped when we kiss;
- Move my head so you kiss my cheek rather than my mouth;
- Put my hand up and block your advance;
- Hug you instead so that your kiss flies into thin air over my shoulder
- Just walk away
Where once my kiss was magical and uplifting, now it is cold or non-existent. You relished our passionate embraces and now you find yourself remarking how it is like kissing an automaton or a mannequin. I do not care. All I wish to achieve is your pained and hurt reaction to the cold front that I exhibit where once there was heat and passion.
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Wendy ,
Dog kisses 🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮
KMac, definitely don’t want to be kissed by a dog after he’s just licked his doggie bits and pieces! 🤢😂😂😂🤮
Yeah never liked kissing or being kissed. I do kiss my friends sometimes but lovers? Nope don’t like it, don’t want it. Of course there are things I like which have been used against me with great success but spit swapping, eeww.
“ . I am blessed with full lips and therefore do not suffer the sometimes dispassionate affliction that can befall those who have lips of a thinner nature.”
This line still kills me 5 years later
I have thin lips. What does he mean???
He doesn’t think those of us with thinner lips can kiss passionately… Haha, I’ve not had complaints…😂
The unfolding of your kiss is beyond imagination sweet hg! May I ask if this super tanned pair of legs is really yours?
Those legs are his, and the tangerine swim trunks also.
Thanx. I hope you’re right.
I have never seen such a color of mandarin in my life! Rather, vermilion or some other related shade of red.
Take into account, that the legs may be, for example, 20 years ago 🙂
Naahh taking photos of your legs wasn’t so popular 20 yrs ago, I give it 10 yrs max to this one, maybe less
Oh no, that photo is recent, within 5 years, according to my sources…
And…tangerine is the color, debate this at your own peril…
My goodness! Whew! You sure had me tantalized and tingling there for a minute HG thinking of those full lips of yours and what they are capable of! I think I need a drink of cold water. 🤭 💦
Wendy, I’m here to help with a glass of cold water:
It’s just your own imagination 🙂
Yes, I also like imagination 🙂
Joa, thank you! His description of those lips sends my imagination soaring! 💋
Damn your kisses! I do love that picture though.
I used the same five strategies against my dog. He was a very fast kisser and gave little to no signals off when he was about to charge,that in itself became a signal.
vandenboss – Pahaha!
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Vandenboss, lol. I use those strategies with my dogs also. Love them but can’t stand to be licked in the face! Gotta swerve and weave. 😊
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I have two dogs. Licking – no!
Alternatively, they can stamp my legs with a wet nose, when they check if I is really I 🙂
HG,
I was debating whether to send this but I’m waiting for a taxi and I’m feeling a little bit conflicted. Long story short, I met good friends of mine for dinner tonight. One of my friends had her new bf with her. I had been a little bit late arriving as I had to be somewhere else first. When I arrived at the hotel to join my friends, I saw then before they saw me and I saw that they were all having a great time. My friends new boyfriend was holding court and enthralling everybody. My friend had been talking about her new guy for quite a while but this was my first time to meet him. This is what I have the issue with. As I arrived to the table he took one look at me and he became very quiet. His facial expression became almost sullen. All my friends greeted me very warmly, and as my friend introduced me to her new boyfriend, I held out my hand to shake his and he ignored it and wouldn’t look at me. I was so taken aback by this and I sat there racking my brain trying to figure out if I had met him before, I know I didn’t. He then spent the rest of the night mute and darting me the most awful looks. It made it very awkward. My friend even asked me what the story was with the two of us. I told her it was the first time to meet him. I pulled him aside about 20 minutes ago to have a word and ask him if he had a problem or if I had offended him in some way and he told me, he would rather not talk to me as I am making him feel uncomfortable. I asked him how and he said I am reflecting back to him all the things he doesn’t like about himself. He feels disgusted in himself standing so close to my vibe. He then walked back over to my friends and stood behind his girlfriend and proceeded to give me hateful looks from over her shoulder. His behaviour completely ruined the night. I knew from about 15/20 minutes after I arrived I was dealing with a narcissist. That is not the first time that has happened to me. I have has people before react similarly and they too were narcissists. Again the issue was my vibe and I was reflecting back onto them. HG, you have seen it all with Empaths, have you ever experienced anything like that. Best, DB