Bethany. 24. Bi. Married. Alaska resident.
Likes: Dinosaurs. language(s). linguistics. history. maps. space. science. lgbt folk. science fiction. fantasy. books. movies. literature. and Dinosaurs.
Dislikes: mean people. head colds. ignorance.
I am remembering the days when I thought of kissing during adolescence. I thought I would never kiss. I thought I would never have someone to kiss. I remember the first time I touched tongues with a girl. We were young, still in grade school, and touching tongues for a split second out of curiosity masked as two player spin the bottle. Figures. We yucked and spat but I truly thought it not disgusting, just warm. That moment was the only to happen, I thought, and no one would ever want to kiss me. Add several years and hormones and that thought changed; experience proved me wrong at seventeen. My first kiss came differently than I imagined. It was less subtle, meaning a lot of tongue, and moist. It was not a soft, masterfully choreographed meeting of mouths as seen in film. It had its own perfection, one of nature and desire, My first kiss was warm and connected.
To the present. My lips have pressed every inch of the human body and my tongue has reached into every crevice. And I mean every. I have kissed more times than I can imagine, then and now. My mouth, my hands, my limbs, my body. They feed love. They crave touch. Give and take. It’s an addiction, an instinct, a need. We will never stop.
‘Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.’
‘You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.’
‘“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.’