The Art of Kissing
It’s been at least a month since my lips touched another. It’s so sad to miss something as simple as a kiss. Sex just isn’t the same without locking lips and sealing the deal of intimacy with a partner.
Finally, i was over the cough that never ended. Finally, it was our time to meet each other again. That first touching of lips, that first parting to seek out the tongue, that first sigh i release finally feeling that closeness again.
I didn’t want to part ways. I wanted to embrace this moment of closeness. I wanted to stay locked eternally. I didn’t care so much about fucking or me coming or pushed fingers inside of me and finding my g-spot. No, what mattered at this moment was telling how much i had missed a kiss by the mere act of kissing and clinging for life itself.
I licked lips like a pussy. I sucked tongue like a cock. We laid there for an uncountable amount of time enjoying what we missed most of our intimacy.
The kissing grew even more frantic as our bodies begged to differ with this intense act. They of course wanted more and as he crawled on top of me and pushed my legs open i remember our teeth scraping as i couldn’t bear to stop what joined our orifices till he pushed inside of me joining us in an animalistic way.