Kissing Spree

I love kissing. I'm not talking about the kind of kiss you share with Mom & Dad, Grandma, or other relatives or friends. I'm talking about the kind of kiss you share with a lover. For me, kissing is a very sensual, sexy, and intimate form of sharing between two people who have a desire for each other. The best part about kissing a lover, or a potential lover, is the feeling you get that makes passion rise to the surface and blood rush to the genitals, usually bringing about the strong need or desire for really hot, steamy sex. I also think you can tell a lot about a person through a kiss - particularly, I think you can get a really good idea of what kind of lover they may be.

For example, when I kiss my husband, his lips and tongue are always sort of stiff. Not that Hubby is a bad kisser, but his kisses also mimic his stiffness in bed (and I don't mean his hard-on, lol). It's like he can't relax and just go with the flow. Everything is sort of mechanical with him, and he doesn't explore much with his tongue, which is also sadly a reflection of his lack of imagination in bed. The good news is that I have enough imagination for the both of us, so life in our bedroom is never exactly boring as long as I keep the ideas flowing.

Then there is Sexy Man, who is an amazing kisser. His lips are relaxed, and his tongue always eager to explore. His tongue is also very flexible - oh my is it flexible! As kissers and lover's go, Sexy Man is at the very tip-top of my list! There was never a dull moment when Sexy Man and I were alone, with the best part being that he and I are equally imaginative in bed.

Well, I have been on a kissing spree as of late! How fun! I don't know if I can explain why I have felt a need to go on this little kissing spree, except I just felt like kissing these people. Maybe it is because I am looking for something more than what I have in my life right now. Maybe it is because I am lonely and just need physical contact. Maybe it's just because I'm really horny given the fact that I haven't had sex in three months. Or maybe it is because I am searching for that mind-blowing something that I had with Sexy Man, trying to recapture how he made me feel. I am not sure why, but I have enjoyed it. :)

Kiss #1 was on the first night I went out after all these long months of staying at home. I had a few drinks in me, and getting out and having a chance to socialize brought out the lioness in me. I was sitting with my friend at the country bar, relaxing and having a good time, and I was introduced to a new friend, whom we'll call "Beauty". Beauty is not particularly attractive, more plain than anything, but she is beautiful at the same time. She's very sweet, a little on the shy and reserved side, and maybe even a little naive, at least at first glance. She also has a very pretty smile. Something about her - I don't know what, but she and I really clicked. She got a full dose of me that first night as I shared some private things about my life with her and she, in turn, shared some secrets of her own with me. We ended up telling each other stuff that you wouldn't normally share with someone the first time you meet them.

At one point in the evening I couldn't help myself, and in front of everyone sitting there, I got up, stretched myself across our table, held her face in my hands and laid a hot and juicy kiss on her lips. She was very tasty! :) Somewhere between surprise and excitement, she said, "Oh my goodness!", lol - and then, to my surprise, she asked for another one. Yay! I had actually forgotten my kisses with Beauty until now, because that same night I was also flirting with Kiss Victim #2. Beauty lives right around the corner from me. Now that I think about it, I may have to explore the possibilities with Beauty!

Kiss Victim #2 was on the same night as my kisses with Beauty, and is the guy who thinks I have the personality of four blank walls. At the time, I thought it was a yummy kiss. Now, after recent events, he ain't all that! lol Of course, that's just the bitch in me saying that. He really wasn't a bad kisser, and I would have gone to "breakfast" at his house that night if I could have, but now I'm glad I didn't, for obvious reasons. I should have taken Beauty home and rocked her world instead - lol!

Then there was Kiss or be Kissed #3 - that would be Texas Dude. I really didn't have a choice with that kiss, because he grabbed me and kissed me before I had a chance to refuse, but that was a yummy kiss too. Actually, if Texas Dude hadn't been so drunk, I think the kiss would have been even better. The man gave me the tingles! I love the tingles! I am still keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, hoping we run into each other again. ;)

Kiss #4 happened this past Monday night - and this one was so totally ALL me! If you are reading all my posts, you will remember me mentioning the extra passenger we managed to pick up the night of that dreadful party. He was the first one to tell me to lighten up that night. At least he said it in a pleasant way. *sighs* A-N-Y-W-A-Y...

Last Monday night I finally managed to make it to karaoke, and it was at the country bar. My friend and I are just hanging out that night, not doing any major drinking, waiting for our turn to sing - we had been there for about an hour or so. About 10:30 we see our extra passenger guy (whom I will now call Trucker) walk into the bar. He sat down at the bar alone and had a drink. We didn't like the fact that he was sitting alone. Up to this point, aside from the night of the party, we really didn't know this guy, but he seemed nice enough so we invited him over to our table.

After having a chance to talk to him (this time he was sober - vs. the night of the party where he was pretty drunk), we found out that he really is a nice guy. We spent the rest of the evening with him talking and joking and hanging out. Actually, the talking between Trucker and I went more along the lines of flirting, while my friend was socializing with some other people she knew who were there that night. Well, the longer Trucker and I talked, the closer his chair got to mine, until eventually he might as well have been sitting on my lap, lol! Then he asked me to dance. I don't generally turn down a chance to dance, and by this point our flirting was becoming really obvious, so I of course said yes.

Trucker takes me out to the dance floor and while we're two-steppin' he does one of those numbers where I suddenly find myself enveloped in his arms from the front. With him behind me, holding me as close as he can and swaying in a really sexy kind of way, he whispers in my ear that he could stay like that all night. Oh my! (Insert tingle #1 *grins*) Then we go back to the table, again he's practically on my lap, and we keep talking and flirting - then he starts buying my drinks for me.

On a side note, when it comes to men buying me drinks, I have not had that honor too much in my life. I generally take care of myself when it comes to my drinks. Even Hubby won't pay for my drinks - he usually makes me carry the money, so I pay for my own. It's nice to have a man pay for my drinks for a change - makes me feel a little spoiled. :)

So, anyway, Trucker started buying my drinks at that point, and I ended up not having to pay for another drink the rest of the night. That was really nice. As we are sitting there talking, he's looking straight at me, and then he tells me I have the most amazing eyes. (Along comes tingle #2!) I blushed! He laughed at the fact that I blushed. Then he took me out to dance again, and didn't take long to do another one of those "cuddle" moments on the dance floor. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, and I felt very cozy.

I have to say - the quickest way into my pants is to touch the romantic in me, and this guy was working all the right moves! By the end of the night I really wanted to feel this guys bare hands on my body! On that note, closing time had arrived, and as we are leaving I turned to Trucker, grabbed his hand, and ran his fingers down the center of my bare chest while I kissed him. (Another one of those moments where I just couldn't help myself!) I was wearing a very low-cut, all-cleavage kind of shirt that night, so his fingers ran down the center of my double-D breasts being held in by a great push-up bra. It felt damn good to feel a man's hands on my skin! And the kiss, well, it was one of surprise on his part, but he didn't refuse, lol

Then we go outside to leave and he grabs my hand and draws me to him, asking if he can have another one. I didn't hesitate to kiss him again. :) After the second kiss, I said regrettably that I had to go because my ride was leaving. He tells me that it's not often that he finds a woman that is such a great kisser, and pulls me to him and kisses me again. (TINGLE-TINGLE-TINGLE!!!!!) As I'm pulling away to leave, he asks me if we really need to stop there? I said yes because I really had to get home, but we have agreed that we will meet again. YUMMY!

All I can say is this next surgery better be the last, because I truly don't know how much more I can take of not being able to have sex! My toy box just isn't cutting it anymore - I NEED TO GET PHYSICAL!

So far, that is four kisses in three weeks, and it isn't over just yet. ;)

Wednesday night was ladies night, so my friends and I went down to the country bar. This was actually supposed to be my last night out before my surgery, when I will be temporarily out of commission again for the next few weeks. Given that, I had every intention of going out that night and having a great time!

The beginning of ladies night started out with Beauty wanting us to sit with this guy she has a crush on. Interestingly enough, this guy just happens to also be the best friend of the guy who won't touch me because I'm married (who we will now refer to as "Mr. Personality" or Mr. P for short, because he is the very same one who said I have the personality of four blanks walls!) Great! Right? Already my night is starting out with a glitch. I told my friend that I wasn't sitting next to Mr. P, so to appease us both, I sat next to her crush, who we will call BJ (which you will understand in minute), and she sat next to Mr. P. (By the way, Mr. P has actually turned into a real dick! He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence that night.)

Ladies night at our bar comes with this cute little paper bracelet that shows you've paid your $10 for your drinks, so I got my bracelet, and my first drink, sucked that down, then got another. Then I sucked that one down and went for a shot of tequila. I was in need of a serious mood boost, because Mr. P's presence was bumming me out. Two drinks and a shot of tequila later, I was starting to get that warm fuzzy view of things, like maybe there was hope for the night yet. Then BJ turns to me and says I really should try a shot of Hot 100. When the waitress rolled around again, I ordered another drink and a two shots of Hot 100 - one for me, and one for BJ. It turns out that Hot 100 is 100 proof cinnamon schnapp's, which is pretty tasty. Well, this shot actually put me in a better mood too, because right after BJ and I did the shot, Mr. P decided to go home because he had to work in the morning. (Poor baby! *she says dripping with sarcasm*) I was so glad he left - it was a definite mood booster, lol

After Mr. P left, I asked BJ what Mr. P's deal was. He said he didn't know, but that he mentioned the "four blank walls" to Mr. P, and Mr. P was really drunk that night and doesn't remember making that comment. Yea, right! That's why he's Mr. Personality himself and won't even talk to me, right? Anyway, after that BJ and I got to talking about nothing in particular when all the sudden the conversation at the table turns to talking about sex.

Why does everyone always end up talking about sex with me? Given that I can't have intercourse right now, I swear they are doing it just to torcher me!

Well, the conversation started to go in the direction of blowjobs, and suddenly everyone is admitting how horny they are - me included. The alcohol was really beginning to kick in at this point, and I opened my big mouth and made a comment about how blowjobs can be very yummy, and BJ says he wished women didn't have that gag reflex. Then I piped in about how blowjobs are all about technique. BJ turns to me and asks me if I have a gag reflex. I told him everyone has the gag reflex, but that its all about relaxing the throat - again, it's all about the technique.

Now I have to tell you that I don't really find BJ to be that attractive. He's a nice guy, and he's got killer blue eyes, but for the most part, he's tall, overweight, kind of sloppy in appearance, and a bit self-centered and cocky, for lack of a better word. In short, he would never make my top 10 list of people to have sex with. He is also about 12 years younger than me, and the age difference is really apparent in the maturity department, but here I am having this conversation about blowjobs with him.

Have you ever noticed how talking about sex tends to make the horny-mones kick into high gear? Or is it just me? Talks about sex really make me horny as hell.

At that point I was ready for another shot, so I ordered a round of Hot 100 for the whole table. Cheers to great sex! We all downed our shots, and BJ looks at me and tells me I've got him really curious, and that he wants to know what my blowjobs are "really" like. I asked him what I was going to get out of the deal, and he says, "satisfaction for a job well done!" HA! I told him that I don't honor men with blowjob just for the hell of it, and that I have to be in the mood to give a blowjob. (It is fair to say that when I am in the mood to give one, I do enjoy them as much as the receiver.) Then I said I expected some pleasure of my own, and that wasn't going to be possible right now given my medical situation.

This particular conversation starts to drop off and go into other directions. The alcohol is going down pretty easy, and we're all laughing and joking around. Then BJ whispers in my ear, "What do I have to do to get you to give me a blowjob?" I laughed at this, and he says, "I'm serious." Doh! Again, I love to flirt, but I can feel this conversation going beyond the flirting stage, and at this point my buzz is turning into an all-out-drunk. To get myself out of this one, I decided to explain to BJ about my medical situation and that sex with him just wasn't going to be possible. Then I added, "I'm married, remember?" That didn't phase him, and he says, "I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what I have to do to feel your lips wrapped around my cock." I said it would take a lot more than simply asking me to do it, and that I wasn't about to give him head just because he was begging me to - there would have to be some mutual satisfaction from it. Of course, he says he's all about "eating at the Y". Keep in mind that I'm really drunk at this point, and I'm also super horny. Alcohol and horny are a wicked combination for me, and usually tend to lead to some serious yearnings to get laid. Unfortunately, there was one final blow to the whole conversation - I told him I was having my period, which I really was, and unless he was ready to earn his red wings, it was time to drop the conversation. Well, I guess he wasn't willing to do "anything", because he said he wasn't in to that. I'm thinking, thank goodness. We can finally drop this conversation, and I turned and started talking to Beauty. When I turn back around, sitting in front of me was another shot of Hot 100, compliments of BJ.

Crap! I really didn't need another shot. I was already drunk - but I'm not usually one to look wimpy and turn down a drink, so I did the shot. Not long after, he buys yet another shot of Hot 100 - and then he buys a third, which is actually my 5th shot of this stuff, on top of the tequila and the mixed drinks I had. Now I'm not just drunk, I'm wasted! And we all know what BJ was trying to do - obviously he was hoping if he got me drunk enough, he'd get his desire fulfilled. The man was desperate for a blowjob!

I have to admit that in some weird way, even though I know this guy had nothing but sex on his mind, it was a bit of a compliment that he was trying to get me drunk to get that blowjob, even as twisted as that is. May I just add - this is the first man to ever intentionally try to get me drunk for the purposes of sex, which I am laughing about now, lol!

After that last shot of Hot 100, the rest of the night gets a bit fuzzy. I remember leaving the bar, and before heading out to breakfast, somehow I ended up kissing BJ out in the parking lot, making him the 5th Kiss Victim in less than 4 weeks. I wish I could say whether or not he was a good kisser, but I honestly can't remember that well. I don't remember it giving me anything remotely like the tingles, but I also don't remember it being unpleasant either.

After that kiss, I remember sitting in Denny's. I was sitting next to another friend of BJ's who had shown up sometime that night. Beauty was sitting next to BJ. (Remember, Beauty has a crush on BJ.) I also remember thinking that I shouldn't have kissed BJ because of Beauty - it's just wrong to do that to a friend. Well, word has it that I laid my head on BJ's friend's shoulder and actually fell asleep, lol - which doesn't surprise me, given how drunk I was.

Here's where things get really fuzzy - somehow we ended up at the friend's house. I don't remember getting there, which sucks. I don't even remember paying my tab at Denny's. I do vaguely remember being at the friends house though. Apparently I hadn't had enough to drink that night, because BJ and his friend started serving me margaritas - very strong one's at that! But that's about all I remember.

I am not in the habit of drinking to the point of blacking out. You would think with all the alcohol I had in my system, I would have gotten really sick from it, but as I have said before, I can handle my alcohol pretty good. I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing. I know what is 'bad" though - Bad is not having any recollection of what the hell happened while we were at the friends house, and not remembering the ride home. Bad is also still being drunk from the night before, at 1:30 in the afternoon the next day! Also very disturbing is the fact that I found my bra in my purse the next day, and I have no clue when or how it came off my body. If I had taken it off at home, it would have been on my dresser or on the floor. The fact that it was in my purse, means that it came off while I was out that night.

The next evening I asked Beauty what had happened the night before. She said we had a great time. Well, at least I enjoyed myself! She also said I managed to behave myself, and that I didn't do anything I would regret. When I asked her about the bra, she said that I took it off while were at the Love Shack. OMG! The Love Shack?!?!? Apparently, that's what the friend calls his house. She said that I announced that my bra just HAD to come off, then I took it off and stuffed it into my purse, proclaiming that taking it off felt almost as good as sex! That definitely sounds like something I would say - I just wish I remembered saying it, lol. Beauty also told me that I was flirting pretty heavily with BJ's friend while we were at his house, and that somewhere in there was an invitation to go back to his bedroom and watch porn which, like a good girl (HA!), I refused. I'm thinking maybe I should ask Beauty if I kissed the friend too, lol - because if I did, I don't remember a damn thing.

I'm also thinking I definitely made an ass out of myself that night. It is probably a good thing I will be out of commission for a while. Anymore kissing or alcohol, and I probably would have ended up doing something I did regret. I go into the hospital on Tuesday for my surgery. If all goes well, and it damn well better be the last of it, in about six weeks I should be good to go and able to have sex again. I can't wait! All I can say is bless the person who gets to have me for the first time in 5 months, because they are going to get the ride of their life! I can only hope they are ready and able to keep up! LOL

As for the kissing spree, it is currently on hold. Whether it continues after I'm all better, I don't know, but it was definitely fun while it lasted! ;)~ Where Mr. P & BJ are concerned, I'm going to forget they ever happened. I will, however, be keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, because I would like to meet up with him again, just to get to know him better. And where Trucker is concerned, I am looking forward to seeing him again! If I have my way, he is going to reap the benefits of my sex-frenzy after this surgery - after Hubby, of course, because bless his hard-on, he's been waiting patiently as long as I have. I have also decided that I am definitely going to explore the possibilities of some girlie-girlie action with Beauty!

I just love kissing!