Doesn’t sound like a big thing, isn’t it? But why would you think if I said it was the first time?
My first boyfriend was, err, a tad slimy in the kissing department, and I didn’t like at all when he tried to reach my uvula with his tongue. And so, since then I give short kisses, mouth half open, sometimes capturing a lip with mine or briefly licking it with the tip of my tongue.
Of course my second boyfriend and will be husband tried to French-kiss me, but I probably reacted in a way that it showed the little I liked the idea. I don’t know how many times it took, but he stopped trying. Even nowadays, when I see a tongue kiss in a film, I tend to think “gross”.
What about SL? Strange as it sounds, nobody tried it with me. Oh, I have had virtual tongues in my mouth some times, but always briefly, probably because I quickly changed the theme without even noticing.
Nobody had given me a long, wet kiss, where a tongue carefully intruded my mouth, finding its way between my weak lips, touching me deeply, caressing my palate and my tongue, exploring me deeply.
Nobody, until two days ago, at SL.
I can’t even explain how vulnerable I felt in that moment, where I suddenly noticed what I had denied to myself and to others. Timid, virginal and horny. Blood rushing to my face. Wanting to learn. Surprised.
I feel so tempted to stop writing here, those sweet kisses still lingering in my lips and, for first time, in my mouth.
But there are always two sides of a story, and so, excited and happy, yesterday I tried to French-kiss my husband.
He jumped at first, probably because I was too pushy. I didn’t like the touch of his tongue on my teeth, and felt strange stretching mine. There was way too many drooling involved.
He looked at me and asked what had bitten me, and I explained myself, of course lying like crazy in the process.
We tried again, slowly this time, only the tip of our tongues twirling. Slowly, very, very slowly. Sweetly.
We still are trying, learning. It is a new, playful sensation, and our own awkwardness makes us laugh. We are carefully learning to kiss, and we enjoy it.
Maybe by reading this you think, aha! See! That’s the difference between RL and SL!
And it is, and there is.
I love this RL kiss that brings me fun, tenderness and soft, new sensations.
I love this SL kiss that makes my mind and heart flare, because it connects deeply with me, without having to overcome the barrier of my inexperience.
I love the SL kiss that taught me to kiss my husband, and the RL kiss that taught me how it feels a loved tongue.
I love to kiss and be kissed, wherever I am, and plan to keep doing it *smiles*.
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