Best kisser
This is a great idea for a forum thread. Iโve been waiting for someone else to start it. Being a newcomer to A-Babe, I didnโt think I should be the one. I hope my long contribution below doesnโt kill it off, or get deleted for being 'off-topic'. Iโd love to read othersโ views and experiences, because kissing is my โpassionโ. Here we go.
My teenage years (a long time ago, folks) preceded the decades of the โsexual revolutionโ. For most of us, kissing was โthe main courseโ, not the appetizer. If we (the boys) even so much as brushed a girlโs breast, or (sigh!) held it (even โoutsideโ) in a trembling hand, we relished the memory of the electrifying tingle for weeks. Some of you will remember the scale, Iโm sure. That is, the scale Reviewom which the term โscoreโ was probably derived โ 1 for kissing, 2 for โupstairs outsideโ, 4 for โupstairs insideโ, 6 for โdownstairs outsideโ, 8 for โdownstairs insideโ, and 10 for โthe real thingโ (the โscoreโ). I never knew whether the girls had a separate โscoreโ 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 โthe rulesโ (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. โSpin the bottleโ, and โBlackoutโ 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 โthis is making me so-o-o wetโ. (Mind you, that was as far as it went โ 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, whatโs 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 โscoreโ above), because, remember, kissing was โthe main courseโ. (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 โchasteโ 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 โReviewench kissingโ โ 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 heavenโs sake! I find myself looking away, saying out loud โdoesnโt anyone know how to kiss softly and gently anymore?โ
By contrast, we learnt over time to kiss in every way known. We did it naturally and gradually. We didnโt have role models taking us immediately to โAdvanced Kissing 5โ. We knew how to kiss softly. With soft, full lips. No hard mouths. No tongues to start with. Suction. That is, โstuck to one anotherโ. 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 โ even seconds. That kiss was the threshold test. Kissing 101, you might say.
That is not to say we couldnโt or didnโt move on fairly rapidly to โAdvanced kissingโ. We did. And tongues werenโt lifeless either. But they werenโt hard and stuck down your throat. (Well, not to start with anyway!) We knew how to start out with a โfull flat tongueโ that enable mouths to open, still with full soft lips, without breaking the suction. Aah, that all-important suction. Itโs natural. It must have been, because we did it first without being taught. On the very rare occasion I met a girl who didnโt 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 โmore adultโ to do things like modern grown-ups, or (shudder) the way they do it in the โadult moviesโ, 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 โother thingsโ better (like โhold it more softlyโ, โnot so fastโ, โdonโt use your teethโ, โyes, keep doing that, donโt stop nowโ, 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. โI know how to do this. What makes you such an expert?โ
I donโt think Iโd 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. Letโs make it the new sexy thing to be really accomplished at, to be able to brag about.
Regards to all
Ambrosia