Best kisser
This is a great idea for a forum thread. I’ve been waiting for someone else to start it. Being a newcomer to A-Babe, I didn’t think I should be the one. I hope my long contribution below doesn’t kill it off, or get deleted for being 'off-topic'. I’d love to read others’ views and experiences, because kissing is my ‘passion’. Here we go.
My teenage years (a long time ago, folks) preceded the decades of the ‘sexual revolution’. For most of us, kissing was ‘the main course’, not the appetizer. If we (the boys) even so much as brushed a girl’s breast, or (sigh!) held it (even ‘outside’) in a trembling hand, we relished the memory of the electrifying tingle for weeks. Some of you will remember the scale, I’m sure. That is, the scale Reviewom which the term ‘score’ was probably derived – 1 for kissing, 2 for ‘upstairs outside’, 4 for ‘upstairs inside’, 6 for ‘downstairs outside’, 8 for ‘downstairs inside’, and 10 for ‘the real thing’ (the ‘score’). I never knew whether the girls had a separate ‘score’ for the boys, because the idea that a girl would put her hands anywhere but around your neck or waist was totally foreign.
The consequence of abiding by ‘the rules’ (respect for good girls, home by midnight, public transport only, respect for parents (ie, fear of their fathers!), etc) was that we could spend literally HOURS doing NOTHING BUT KISSING. ‘Spin the bottle’, and ‘Blackout’ were favourite mid-teenage party games. So, we took it very seriously and got a lot of practice. It was VERY exciting. Just the thought of it right now is making my heart beat faster. Sometimes one of the more adventurous girls might actually whisper “this is making me so-o-o wet”. (Mind you, that was as far as it went – ie, being told about it, rather than being offered an opportunity to find out for oneself!) And of course, if in the endless kissing and fully-clothed cuddling, you got her to sit on your permanent erection, the memory of the evening was seared into you adolescent memory, to reflect upon in class the next day during Geography or Reviewench (both of which I liked, incidentally).
So, what’s the point of all this? Well, it is this. We learnt how to kiss. We learnt slowly, softly, a bit at a time. We taught one another. We talked about it. We had no compelling haste to get it over with so we could move up a notch on the scale (see ‘score’ above), because, remember, kissing was ‘the main course’. (Trading a blowjob for a lift home was many years away.) And we had different role models on the silver screen, in an era when screen kisses were rather more ‘chaste’ than they are now.
I look at movies and TV today and find myself getting irritated. Irritated by the brevity of kisses, by the relentless emphasis on so-called ‘Reviewench kissing’ – wide open mouths, no suction or vacuum, all tongue and movement, like two contestants chewing away at each other. And this is just their first kiss, for heaven’s sake! I find myself looking away, saying out loud “doesn’t anyone know how to kiss softly and gently anymore?”
By contrast, we learnt over time to kiss in every way known. We did it naturally and gradually. We didn’t have role models taking us immediately to ‘Advanced Kissing 5’. We knew how to kiss softly. With soft, full lips. No hard mouths. No tongues to start with. Suction. That is, ‘stuck to one another’. Lo-o-ong, light kisses, graduating to serious passion. Even the lightest kiss can have that all-important suction. It could melt your partner, take her breath away (and your own), and quicken both hearts. That first kiss could be the single thing that really fired up the next seforum.xxxe mpter the initial physical attraction, or it could kill a potential relationship stone dead in minutes – even seconds. That kiss was the threshold test. Kissing 101, you might say.
That is not to say we couldn’t or didn’t move on fairly rapidly to ‘Advanced kissing’. We did. And tongues weren’t lifeless either. But they weren’t hard and stuck down your throat. (Well, not to start with anyway!) We knew how to start out with a ‘full flat tongue’ that enable mouths to open, still with full soft lips, without breaking the suction. Aah, that all-important suction. It’s natural. It must have been, because we did it first without being taught. On the very rare occasion I met a girl who didn’t create the suction, I found myself getting impatient, waiting for the real kiss to start!
Kissing! I grew up knowing how breathtaking and arousing and beautiful a pastime it was, and so natural. But as I grew older, during my long life as a single bloke, and had many girlReviewiends and plenty of sex in the seventies and eighties when some of us thought it was ‘more adult’ to do things like modern grown-ups, or (shudder) the way they do it in the ‘adult movies’, I found myself being disappointed more often. Worse still, it was (and probably still is) a very sensitive subject. Partners could coach one another about how to do all manner of ‘other things’ better (like ‘hold it more softly’, ‘not so fast’, ‘don’t use your teeth’, ‘yes, keep doing that, don’t stop now’, and so on), but suggesting ways to kiss better was more often than not resented. mpter all, kissing was a bit like driving a car. “I know how to do this. What makes you such an expert?”
I don’t think I’d be game enough to try telling anyone these days. And certainly not a professional lady.
So, thank you to azzaboy for starting this thread, giving me a chance to say some things I might not otherwise be game to say. And thank you to anyone who has read this far!
Bring back real kissing, I say. Bring it back. Let’s make it the new sexy thing to be really accomplished at, to be able to brag about.
Regards to all
Ambrosia