To Be Quite FrankI think I would rather kiss a woman than a man. Don't get me wrong, I adore the way a confident man takes my lips firmly and kisses me hard and passionately, not letting me pull away until he wants me to. I love the way gentler men kiss me softly and lovingly, as they hold me so carefully, as if I were some delicate flower. I even enjoy the sheepish, small pecks from a shy guy who quickly pulls away, blushing.
But a kiss from another woman is taboo in some circles, therefore holds a sexual appeal that only the forbidden fruit can. I love the softness and fullness of her lips, the way she somehow knows already exactly what kind of kiss I want at that moment, as I know what she wants. The feeling of our lip makeup smearing together and mingling into one shade as I look into her shining eyes fr
I love the way her skin feels just as soft as mine as I hold and caress her, and the feeling of swell of her breasts pressing into mine, the feminine curve of her waist, and if I'm bold, the roundness of her hips and butt filling my hands is amazing.