If someone gives you quick kiss on the cheek, it can be them saying, “Hello,” but if their lips linger there a moment, it can mean they’re flirting with you.
tl;dr – Don’t shove caramel and peanut bars up your ass, you’ll cry.
I want to keep kissing him until our lungs start shouting in unison, “Hon! Give us a second to breathe!”
You don’t need handcuffs or the promise of a threesome to ramp things up in the bedroom.
“He shoves his mossy tongue into your mouth and then swirls it around rapidly like a helicopter propeller.”
The first time you kissed me was the last time something so trivial meant so much.
Because we all deserve a bangin’ soundtrack when we’re…well…bangin’.
In effort to get out of my usual pattern of fooling around with the same four dudes over and over, I made myself a pact. For every (new) boy I kissed, I could reward myself with a new pair of shoes.
“Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.”
“I felt relief, you’re okay, we’re okay. And I just kissed her.”