A man’s kiss is his signature -Mae West
Kissing, it’s more than a joining of lips. Depending on the right person, it can be a joining of souls. Unfortunately not everyone experiences the perfect kiss every time. In Beneath the Wall Julianne shares lip-locks with two different Marines. One steals a kiss, the other uses his lips to speak the words his mind can’t befuddle. (Above is the latter, in scattered form. )
In my life I’ve had the blissful, the boring and the most repugnant forms of kissing. The worst kiss happened my freshman year of college. I had a few lunch dates from this kid in my Art History class and one night we finally went on a dinner date. We visited an Italian restaurant and by the end of the meal I was doubled over with stomach pains from some kind of unknown cheese in my food – I’m allergic to dairy. Since I drove, I asked if I could bring him back to the dorm so I could go home and lay down. He agreed, seeing I was sick and I returned him to school. Then very unwelcomingly, he leaned over the gear shift, sloppily took my lips and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I was appalled! Here I was sick, wanting the night to end and I didn’t even get a “feel better”, instead my mouth was assaulted by his wayward tongue. I pulled away and he barely stepped out of the car before I sped off, not even waiting for him to close the door. Needless to say, after I yelled him a blue streak on the phone the next day, I never saw him again. He even dropped out the class we shared! Good riddance.
A year later I had a boyfriend who was the exact opposite of Mr. Slimy Tongue. I called him the Pecker because his kisses were so boring. One would have thought we were an elderly couple saying good night each time we kissed. Being that he was a twenty-something year-old young man, I expected more than just a peck, but no. It came down to one summer date under the stars that I finally couldn’t take the simple pecks anymore. I poised myself right in front of his face, cupped his cheeks and said, “Let me try something for a sec.” I leaned in and kissed him with all the repressed desire I had from the last few months wanting a better kiss. I took his breath away! But still his kisses in return were nothing more than a … peck. He just didn’t get it.
Now the very best kiss I ever received was from this sweet young man in my kung fu class, when I lived in California. I’d been on one bad date after another with several wanton guys in my law school. I was frustrated, annoyed and disappointed that these few examples of new millennium men were nothing like the gentlemen of old. I vowed to let go my ideas of a perfect soul mate and focused on myself, my work and becoming a stronger person.
Then I met him. A handsome, funny and courteous man, who instead of planting one on me after our first date, merely hugged me. Confused, because I was used to the others, I drove home only to receive a phone call saying, “I’m not going to kiss you until I know you. I hope that’s all right?” All right was an understatement! It was refreshing! When we finally did agree that we were more than friends, we were sitting on my daybed and he slid his hand up my arm asking, “Would it be ok if I kissed you good night tonight?” I smiled and said yes, then slowly, as if in a dream, his lips touched mine – I heard symphonies, saw gold and red sparks and felt heat flow from his mouth to mine. With a slight touch of his tongue on my lips, I inhaled deeply and we drew closer to each other, relishing in the uniting of souls through this one perfect kiss. **does anyone else need a moment – I do?** HA! To this day, he still makes my toes curl when he puts an effort into a good kiss.
So I know I can’t be the only one with good, bad, and ugly kissing stories. In the comments below tell me about some of your stories. And since a lot of my followers are other romance writers I expect to read some good stuff!!