“Sink your lips in my skin”
~ Anaïs Nin
We were walking back across the car park towards our respective cars. He was talking, I don’t remember what about, my eyes were fixed on his lips as he spoke and all of a sudden I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him. I had to look away and bite my lip to stop myself from doing it. Why? Dating in the time of Covid means something as simple as a kiss comes with an added risk.
That was our first date. A quick drink in a pub garden that was not as long as either us would have liked. We had more dates since then. By the time we got to our third date I had decided that I my desire to feel his lips against mine could no longer be denied. Not that I had told him that. He found out when I lent across the table after we had finished eating and kissed him. It was a good kiss. He is a good kisser.
It would be a couple more week until I discovered what he lips felt like on my breasts and thighs and other parts of me and how his skin would feel beneath my lips. What it would be like to trail my mouth down his chest as I pushed his shirt from his shoulders. What noise he would make when I wrapped my lips around his cock and took him into my mouth. What his reaction would be when I licked and kissed his balls. How his cock would twitch in response. My lips upon his flesh, greedy and wanton for any taste of him.
Writing this makes me twitch and hope it won’t be too long until I get to feel The Gentleman’s lips against mine again.
Do I have a kink for lips? The answer definitely is yes, especially when it comes to the people I desire and love. I will watch their lips as they talk and smile to myself as I remember what they feel like when they kiss me and sometimes the urge to be reminded will have me leaning across offering my mouth to them. I definitely have a HUGE thing for kissing. It is one of my favourite things to do. I am a bit like Scarlett O’Hara, a woman who needs to be kissed often and by someone who knows how. It is one of the hardest parts about having a long distance relationship and not being with my other partners all the time. I can make myself come but I can never kiss myself. I need to be kissed!
Lips that belong to mouths that leave marks on me. Those are the best lips of all. A kiss that turns to a bite and suck, the makes me hold still beneath that lovers hold and gasp as a little ripple of pain dances along side the pleasure. Those are lips that I crave. I crave him.
And what of my my lips?
I am not a big wearer of lipstick to be honest, although I do have quite a collection. What is the point when you live to be kissed? Although there is something sexy about leaving a lipstick kiss on someone. Thank you to Honey for being a beautiful canvas for my lipstick kiss that you see at the top of this post. Lipstick is definitely sexy, maybe even more so when you leave it behind somewhere.
But I love using my lips to explore: Exploring my lovers with my mouth, from their lips down their neck and beyond, across their skin. Drawing in their scent as I go, lips and tongue and sometimes teeth, tasting, smelling, touching. Finding those little parts of their body which make them twitch or even groan. It is a sensory delight to me, to see, to hear, to taste to smell them.
I want to run my mouth down across their belly or up their thigh, trailing little kisses across their skin. I want to suck and lick and taste but really I think my lips are best placed firmly around their throbbing cock. Slowly at first across, the head and then all the way down the shaft, as low, as deep as I can go. Or on their balls, drawing them into the hot wet of my mouth, seeing their cock twitch and harden in response. Tongue and lips combined, hearing them moan in response to my touch. To know I am giving you pleasure, that is my kink. That is my joy.
Your lips. My lips. Let’s let them meet again soon…