http://www.yabyummy.com/blog/kiss-and-tell.htm Yabyummy, unifying sexuality with spirituality and spirituality with sexuality Wed, 21 Jul 2010 19:21:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 http://www.yabyummy.com/blog/kiss-and-tell.htm/comment-page-1#comment-1208 Richard Sun, 21 Jun 2009 01:32:16 +0000 http://www.yabyummy.com/blog/kiss-and-tell.htm#comment-1208 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. 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.

]]> http://www.yabyummy.com/blog/kiss-and-tell.htm/comment-page-1#comment-983 Chuck Kelly Thu, 12 Mar 2009 06:23:54 +0000 http://www.yabyummy.com/blog/kiss-and-tell.htm#comment-983 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. 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.

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