I love kissing. Luckily, I have a good-kissing boyfriend.
The first time we kissed, he was just off the plane, and although it was nearing the tale-end of a long, stressful day, his breath was fresh and his kiss was sweet. He tasted like fruity gum.  Oh my.
When we kiss, he takes these breaks where he stops and smiles at me, then kisses me some more. I cannot adequately tell you what that does to my heart, but I will try  – it’s like warm, gooey, bursts of love-lava flowing from my heart to my limbs. Bliss. I love kissing that …read more