I broached the kissing issue with the bad kisser. It didn’t go quite as I planned.
We sat down on his couch and started kissing and he got all stiff on me. Not down there. His tongue. I lightly pulled back and said that I wanted to talk to him about something. There was an awkward pause because I still didn’t know how to say that he is a bad kisser in a nice way. Longer pause. He said, “Say something.” “Something,” I said. Awkward pause again. And then I asked if he could just loosen his tongue up a little when he kissed. I asked if he could do it a little softer and gentler. He asked if he was bad kisser. I said no. Our techniques and styles are different. He said he would try to take it easier with his tongue.
He did try. But it made it even worse because, and I don’t know if this will even make sense, but someone trying to kiss is worse than someone being a bad kisser. Uhhhhgggggg!
I have been told there is power in words. Here goes nothing. I want a man who can kiss, has a personality, is intelligent, and knows how to push my sex buttons!