Places I like to be kissed

I like being kissed on the lips, big soft full lipped smooches that mangle themselves into slobbery tongue tangles, oh yes. And, as those of you who have read my enthusiastic exhortations on all things cunnilingus will know, I like being kissed on the other lips too. But there are many more places I like to feel a warm mouth pressed, all sorts of little nooks and crannies that jump to life when breathed on, and, to sail myself out of the Doldrums of the Sunday night blues, I’m going to dedicate a little time to describing them.

I like to have my ears nibbled. I like to feel nippy teeth on the lobe, or a tongue tip delicately tracing its way along the sea-shell shape. A soft breath so close sounds like a moan, its warmth almost indecent. And when an ear kiss goes deep and gets licky licky, it never fails to remind me of something else.

A peck on the tip of the nose can make a girl feel so loved.

The nape of the neck is for gnawing. I like to throw my head back and pretend I’m being devoured. I read too much Anne Rice as a teenager evidently. Anyone know any good cures for hickys?

When feeling wanton, fingers make great lollipops. Suck ‘em and see. But when someone gets his nose right down to my knuckles and nibbles the spot between my fingers, all faux chivalrous and courtly, well, it’s enough to make me swoon and call for smelling salts.

I like having the skin on the inside of my upper arms pinched gently between someone’s lips. I like having it nosed and nuzzled.

Armpits are all nerve endings. They need licking. He he he, that tickles. If you can get your lover into armpit licking, you’ll never need to carry deodorant with you again, thus saving money and handbag space. An excellent strategy for these recessionary times, non?

Nipples need to be nibbled til knobbly, til they respond to touch like sea anenomes, tightening, curling in on themselves, heat radiating from them into the rest of the body and making it looser.

I like to be kissed all along my breast bone. There’s something that feels safe and reassuring about breath at my solar plexus, and about the gentle pressure when a lover’s head rests there.

God I love belly buttons. Belly buttons are built for probing tongues. Belly button kisses make me giggle and wriggle. You know the way some women go on about how they want a man who can make them laugh? Well so do I. But I want a man who can make me laugh using only his tongue and my belly button.

I like to have raspberries blown on my tummy. A playful tummy raspberry at a party is the method by which my friend Tina pulled the hottest man in the universe, and is, I suspect, a large part of the reason they just got engaged. Never underestimate the power of the tummy raspberry. It’s not just for babies who don’t want to have their nappies changed.

It’s a beautiful thing to lie peacefully on your front and have every vertebrae of your spine kissed. Gently brushing lips and warm exhalations make you tingle. So romantic. So sweet.

Bums, on the other hand, are for biting. Rude!

My inner thighs needs all the love a lover’s lips can give them. And then some. Did you know that the nervous ‘legs’ of your clitoris run into your buttocks and upper thighs? So that explains why it feels nice to have your bottom smacked and your thighs licked. Ah science, answers for everything.

Toes toes toes toes toes. This little piggy went to heaven. If you are reading this and you have never had your toes sucked, then you need to implement the following three step plan:
1 – Find a consenting adult who is willing to put your toes in his or her mouth.
2 – Bring him or her to your bedroom.
3 – Take your socks off.
Having my big toe sucked is so intense that sometimes I can’t bear it and I squirm about and nearly kick my lover in the face, but when I calm myself down and get into it, toe sucking provides the most deliciously weird pleasure. My lover says it feels like getting a blow job. He’d know.

And last but not least on my list of places I like to be kissed, it’s wonderful having lips softly pressed to my head as I curl up in the nest of my lover’s man-fuzz and go to sleep.

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