Kiss and Tell
by Kypris
March 9th, 2009
She was obviously scandalized by my behavior, and I remembering wondering why. It seemed a natural exploration, given that I saw adults kissing each other all the time. I longed to learn what they knew. I wanted to dissect the mystery of the kiss.
My first real kisses were intensely arousing, and I still remember feeling all the nerves in my lips and tongue come alive, as my yoni burst into an intense wetness and desire for its own touch. I remember the fire of arousal burning hotter and hotter in me as we kissed, and wishing for more, but not being sure what "more" would be. I remember the sweet ache those kisses created in me for days afterward, and wanting more of that feeling of a tongue sliding sweetly over my lips, teeth, and tongue. With later kisses, I remember the jolt of having my budding breasts and nipples touched for the first time, and how the pleasure of that touch seemed to radiate through my whole body, like a miniature sun of pleasure. I remember the feeling of deep connection, a desire to merge, that those kisses created for me. Years later, I felt no surprise when the movies "Pretty Woman" and "French Kiss" both described a kiss as special, so special that it cost extra to kiss a "lady of the night" if she would allow it at all.
Kissing is where the deepest opening lies to my heart. Maybe it’s just a girl thing, but kissing opens me, and plugs me in to all the love I have for the universe and for the man I am kissing. When I open like that, I make love from the deepest place in my soul, and touch and lovemaking become 10 times more powerful.
As a teacher, I have learned to apply the principles of shamanic tantra to kissing and to touch. Joyfully, I practice breathing (which can be tough while kissing!), being in the moment, and connecting to Spirit while I kiss. Doing all this turns kissing and touching into a soulful and playful healing that helps the kundalini rise and burn through my old ways of being in relationship. In this place I can find the freedom to express my touch or kiss as passionate, playful, deeply emotional, or sensual, depending on my mood. Then I have total freedom, no longer confined to only one way of being and connecting with another. Ultimately my practice creates deeper and more profound connection, a more open heart, and a passionate soul.
I would love to hear from YOU about your first kiss, and how it made you feel. What is it about that first kiss that you would like to create in your life today? Share your story by leaving us a note in the Leave a Reply box at the bottom of this page.
Namaste,Kypris
Kypris, Dakini and Shamanic Tantra Teacher holds a master’s degree in Biology, as well as a master’s degree in Counseling Psychology, and is an initiated HeartWisdom Tantric Priestess. She is the author of “Journey to Sexual Wholeness, The Six Gateways to Tantric Sexuality”.
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March 11th, 2009 at 10:23 pm
I actually don’t remember my “first” kiss, but I probably got it from my mother shortly after I was born. I’m sure I liked it because I was always interested in kissing as I got older. I think the feeling of sharing an interest in each other is the thing I like most about kissing, whether it’s a peck on the cheek or something much more passionate. I was once surprised by a coworker whose wedding I went to because she actually kissed back in the reception line. To me, a kiss is a sharing of breath and spirit, a statement of caring and of passion or not passion, but it is unspoken communication between two individuals. I enjoy kissing, but especially passionate, sharing kisses. There’s nothing like one to let one know that we share a commonality and universality of spirit.
June 20th, 2009 at 5:32 pm
Kiss & Tell… There were kisses, the parental kind, and the relatives kind… but strangely enough, I DO remember my first, real and significant kiss… with a GIRL. I was in (a Catholic) grade school; one of my friends was named Michael Smith. I used to walk past his house (a couple of blocks from the school) and we’d often walk and talk the rest of way to school. Mike had a sister named Mary. She was almost as tall as I was, a good looking young woman. There were many guys trying to score on her, but she was wholly indifferent to them. I casually knew her, having been introduced by her brother. At some point, Michael invited me to a party at his house. I don’t remember what the occaision was… behind their property, there was an open field with calf high weeds (rye? barley?). Mary came and found me at the festivities and led me out of the house (by hand), through the back yard and out into the darkened seclusion of that field… away from everyone. Still very much holding my hand… The next thing I knew (I was initially dumb-struck- not knowing what to say to this ravishingly beautiful young woman!)- she drew me to her and began kissing ME, with a slow, wet, erotic “French kiss!” OMG! I was wheeling… !! THUNDERSTRUCK! Much later, Michael told me that I was special… that she just didn’t kiss “anybody.” I came away from that with a memory which has lasted 57 years! I was about 12, at the time.