2 comments/ 27951 views/ 6 favorites Kiss By: JukeboxEMCSA It was embarrassing, WildRose thought, that a villain this lame was proving to be this difficult to beat. Of course, Sangria did have a little help this time. WildRose glared around her at the display of vacant smiles and unfocused stares, wondering which hero had been the one to make a mistake. If she had to guess, her money would be on Adventure Girl (currently holding WildRose's wrists over her head in a grip that was as casual as it was inescapable.) Sweet girl, great super-hero, but man, was she a sucker for crap like this. It came from being invulnerable--when tank shells bounced off your eyeballs, you tended to go into a fight thinking nothing could hurt you. She'd never developed the instinct to go for the throat the way WildRose had. Or maybe it was Venus Ascendant (currently kneeling on the concrete and holding WildRose's ankles steady.) Sure, she was a little smarter than Adventure Girl...okay, a lot smarter. But she also had a bad habit of going easy on criminals. WildRose preferred understanding their inner turmoil when they were unconscious on the ground, but Venus was always trying to show them the error of their ways by demonstrating just how good it felt to...um, yield to authority. Which worked with a lot of her enemies, and made her the most fun team-up partner in the whole world, but it would have backfired if she tried it on Sangria, big time. Once she'd gotten her hooks into one of those two, Sangria probably wouldn't have had much trouble snagging Lady Ronin or the Living Doll...any more than WildRose had stood a chance a few minutes ago. One second, it was a quiet rooftop patrol before heading over to Sharpe's, then suddenly two women who could move faster than the human eye could follow had snagged her out of mid-air with about as much effort as she spent picking up her kitten. Not for the first time, WildRose really really really wished she had super-powers. "Admiring my collection?" Sangria asked, her full lips quirking into a smug grin as she caressed Lady Ronin's cheek for a moment before walking closer to WildRose. "I'm going to keep adding to it, of course, but I really couldn't wait any longer to stop by Samson City and pick you up. Oh, I am going to enjoy this, my old nemesis. You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about--" "'Nemesis'?" The look on Sangria's face told WildRose that she was a little pissed at having her speech interrupted, but WildRose couldn't help herself. "Oh, come on. We've fought nine times, and the longest any of those fights have lasted was thirteen seconds. I might be a nemesis to you, but you're just that chick who doesn't know when to give up as far as I'm concerned." Sangria leaned in a little closer, her lips now curled into a pout. WildRose was a little fixated on Sangria's lips at the moment, for the same reason that mice tended to stare at snakes. "That's just because I've never had the chance to show you how good my special kisses feel, WildRose. You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about this moment, all those long nights in prison. How many times I've--" "It's not that you never had the chance, it's that I never gave you the chance," WildRose broke in with an indignant tone in her voice. "What did you really expect me to do? Just walk up to you and let you kiss me? You've got no hand-to-hand training, a super-power that relies on flesh-to-flesh contact, and a glass jaw. I'm just taking what the defense gives me, here." "But this time," Sangria snarled, "there is no defense. This time, I have everything figured out. This time, there is nothing at all to stop me from pressing my lips against yours and tasting you like I've dreamed of, so many times. All those nights in jail, I've imagined your eyes fluttering as you finally give in to the relentless--" "Prison," WildRose corrected. "What?" Sangria glared at her with fury sparking in her dark eyes. "'All those long nights in prison', not 'all those nights in jail'." WildRose shrugged as best she could. "I figure you sound like you've been rehearsing this for months, the least I can do is help you get it right." "Oh, you're a talker," Sangria purred out, her glare becoming triumphant as she leaned in closer. WildRose leaned back as far as she could, but Adventure Girl's grip was stronger than iron. "I guess I'm just going to have to shut. You. Up." She puckered her lips, her 'special' lipstick glistening in the moonlight. WildRose almost ended it right there. She wasn't just trash-talking when she said Sangria had a glass jaw; when WildRose snapped her head forward as hard as she could into Sangria's skull, she thought from the way Sangria's legs wobbled under her as she staggered backwards that she really might have taken the other woman out. But her aim must have been thrown off a little by the way Sangria tilted her head to kiss, because she looked up at WildRose after a moment with an expression of mingled pain and fury and a right eye that was already starting to swell into a shiner. WildRose felt obscurely proud of that. She might not get away from this, but she sure as hell was going to leave some reminders of how hard she fought. "Adventure Girl!" she snapped out. "Hold her head. Make sure she can't do that again." WildRose tried to struggle as Adventure Girl shifted position to hold both her wrists with one slim hand, but nobody would have been able to tell just by looking. Adventure Girl's arm didn't even tremble. Her fingers didn't even strain. She just reached down with the other hand, grabbed WildRose at the base of the neck, and held her gently but firmly with a grip that could bend steel. Sangria stepped gingerly back over to her now truly helpless foe. "I tried to be gentle," she said. "I wanted your first time to be something magical. But if this is how it has to be..." She leaned in again, and this time, WildRose couldn't stop Sangria's kiss. She felt an electric tingle of sheer pleasure when their lips met, a current of bliss that felt all out of proportion to the delicate contact. It felt like her lips had suddenly grown a billion extra nerves, and every single one of them was alive with pleasure in a way she'd never felt before. She strained against Adventure Girl's grasp again, but this time it was because she wanted to lean further into that kiss, wanted to press her lips as hard as she possibly could against Sangria's achingly wonderful mouth. She couldn't stand the thought of even a tiny fraction of an inch of Sangria's lips not touching her own. Not when it felt this good... Sangria finally broke the kiss and leaned back, watching WildRose pant and shudder for a moment. WildRose flushed angrily as she realized that for all the pride she took in her indomitable will, Sangria was the one to pull away. She tried to tell herself that Adventure Girl had been holding her in place, but deep down, she knew the truth. Even without the hand on her neck, WildRose would never have been able to pull away from those lips. She felt embarrassingly relieved that Adventure Girl had taken the link with Sharpe out of her ear and crushed it between her fingers. And Sangria knew it. WildRose saw it on her face, as Sangria said, "Was that good, pet? Do you want more?" She brushed her fingers possessively along WildRose's cheek. WildRose bit her lip as hard as she could, feeling a trickle of blood mingle with the sweet taste of Sangria's lipstick. It was the only way she could stop herself from saying 'yes'. Sangria's smile widened as she exulted in WildRose's struggle. "Oh, I think you do, my beautiful girl. I think you ache for my kiss." She leaned in closer, her breath tickling WildRose's face. "But I want you to ask for it, my sweet. It's such a simple thing, such a tiny thing. Just indulge me in this one little request, and you can feel my tender lips on yours again." She whispered in WildRose's ear, and WildRose shivered at the feel of it. "All you need to do...is ask." WildRose shook her head wildly. Well, she tried to, but it really came out more as slight twitches and a neck that would ache for days. "No, no, no, no, no!" she shouted, trying to force herself to believe the words through sheer repetition. "No?" Sangria asked. "Oh, that's too bad." She pretended to pout again. "I was so looking forward to kissing you again, my darling. And you know my lips feel so good..." She brushed them against WildRose's cheek, causing WildRose to moan explosively at the brief, feather-like touch. "Feel so hot..." Another shadow of a kiss, the lips just nuzzling at WildRose's chin long enough to remind her of the pleasure they promised before darting away. "There's always more, my pet." Sangria stabbed in with her lips, kissing firmly but all too quickly. "All you need to do is ask." WildRose hung limply in the arms of the other heroes, trying desperately to remember why she couldn't ask. She knew the chemicals in the lipstick didn't just feel good (feel so good), they did something to her, made it hard to think (feel so hot)... She knew that every kiss made the next kiss harder to fight even as it made the next kiss feel better (it could feel better? Her clit pulsed at the thought.) She needed to, needed to... Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Sangria grinned savagely and kissed her full on the lips, clearly too impatient to wait for WildRose to beg. It wasn't much of a victory, but it was all she could manage. Her lips felt like they'd become a second clit. She'd never even imagined a kiss could feel this good. She'd never imagined anything could feel this good. She heard Sangria moan into her mouth, and she wondered if it felt as good for the other woman as it did for her until she realized she was the one that was moaning. Then she moaned all the harder. She shook in Adventure Girl's grasp as tremors of pleasure washed through her whole body, wave after wave of bliss washing away at her will and eroding the foundations of her resistance. Sangria broke the kiss again. It took WildRose what felt like forever to open her eyes again, and she still felt like they wouldn't focus properly. She saw Lady Ronin and the Living Doll, waiting vacantly for orders, and knew her eyes must look like theirs. Ironically, that helped to focus her a little. Knowing what awaited her if she gave in to the endless, seductive undertow of pleasure made it a little easier to fight that much longer. "Mmmmm," Sangria purred, "I love watching you fight. I love watching you lose even more. You know that, right? You know you're losing? My kisses, sweeter than wine...they're making you drunk with desire for me. Soon, you'll be lost to them. You'll do anything I ask, my sweet wild rose, lost in the memory of my kiss..." "Cuh...can't..." It was all WildRose could manage. She was shaking, sweating, panting with the effort of just getting out a single word other than 'please' or 'yes', and that was just from two kisses. If Sangria kissed her a third time... "Can't what, pet? Can't resist?" Sangria leaned in, and WildRose braced herself, but the other woman just held herself tantalizingly close as she slid past WildRose's lips. Then just as she relaxed, she felt Sangria's lips press into the hollow at the corner of her jawbone, and she let out a strangled gasp of pleasure as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. "Oh, I know, pet," Sangria sighed out between kisses. "Your lips are so sensitive, so luscious, you wanted me to kiss you there again..." Her lips worked their way down to the hollow of WildRose's throat. "But how could I confine myself to such a small part of your beauty, when there are so many delectable parts of you to kiss?" Every kiss felt like a lightning bolt coursing through WildRose's nervous system, up to her brain and then right down to her clit. She was so fucking wet down there, she knew she'd have to wash this costume about three times if she ever got out of this (but she wasn't going to, she didn't want to, she just wanted to melt into Sangria's kiss forever and lose herself completely...) No! She wasn't even aware she said it out loud until Sangria pulled away again. "Such a fighter!" she said gleefully. "I knew you would be no easy conquest, my love, but you have surpassed my wildest dreams! All those..." She smiled vengefully. "All those long nights in prison, I have imagined your eyes fluttering as you finally give in to the relentless pleasure, and I was so worried you would give in too quickly for me to enjoy it. Thank you, WildRose. Thank you so much." She gave WildRose a quick peck on the cheek. WildRose felt her eyelids flutter just like Sangria had described. "But you will not, cannot win. This is my arena, sweet, not yours, and I think you will find that I have only begun this bout. The lips, the throat, they are ripe for the kissing, but not so ripe that you cannot resist me." Sangria unhooked WildRose's utility belt, letting it fall to the rooftop with a dull thud. "There are better places to kiss." She unzipped WildRose's catsuit, slowly peeling it away to reveal pale skin. "There are so many more nerves here, my pet. And every one of them aches for my kiss..." Sangria kissed WildRose right on the sternum, brushing her lips down into the valley between her breasts, and only the fact that she was already straining wildly to lean into the contact kept her from bucking with pleasure. "That's right, pet," Sangria said, breaking the kiss again. She wiped a trickle of drool away from the corner of WildRose's mouth. "All those nerves, carrying the chemical messages to your brain, and what do they say?" She kissed the swell of WildRose's breasts at the very edge of the fabric. "They say, 'Pleasure'. They say, 'Surrender'. They say, 'Obey'." "...obey..." The word slipped out from WildRose's lips like an echo. She didn't even realize she was saying it. "That's right, pet," Sangria said. WildRose felt the hands around her body loosen their grip as Sangria waved away Adventure Girl and Venus Ascendant, but all that meant to her now was that she could help Sangria peel the rest of her costume off. Her legs felt weak and wobbly, and she wasn't sure whether the heat came from the warm, humid night air, or from her aching cunt. All she knew was that Sangria was happy with her, and that made her happy beyond belief. Then Sangria wrapped her lips around WildRose's breast and began to suck, and that made her happy beyond understanding. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and she sagged gently to the concrete as Sangria guided her down. Sangria's tongue brushed against her nipple, but it was nothing compared to the utter, the ultimate pleasure of those lips against her sensitive flesh. She felt her nipples pucker and tighten into hard buds, and all she could think of was wanting more. She never wanted this to end. She'd do anything if only Sangria would keep kissing her like this. But Sangria broke the kiss again. WildRose mewled and whimpered, twining her fingers in Sangria's hair, but Sangria only smiled gently and said, "Then you don't want me to find somewhere else to kiss?" Just the thought of that made WildRose's mind go blank with pleasure, and she whimpered out, "Yes, please yes please yes please yes..." "Then you want to make me happy?" WildRose kept up her chant, knowing that begging pleased Sangria, knowing that pleasing Sangria meant more kisses, knowing that more kisses meant losing herself more in the pleasue of obedience but not caring anymore... "You want to obey me?" WildRose's hips bucked in ecstasy at the words, and her voice shuddered as she gasped out again and again, "please yes please yes please yes..." Sangria kissed her way down WildRose's belly, each kiss deepening the mindless trance of pure bliss. She paused between WildRose's thighs, her breath so close as to tickle WildRose's labia. "Who do you belong to, pet?" "Sangria!" She didn't even have to think about it. She couldn't think about it. Her whole world had been reduced to obedience and pleasure. "Good girl," Sangria husked out, an expression of ultimate triumph on her face. WildRose could see that this was everything Sangria had imagined, the culmination of years of fantasies. "Good girl," she said again. Then she leaned down and buried her face in WildRose's cunt. Everything went red. WildRose clenched her eyes shut, and stared sightlessly upwards as the pleasure overwhelmed her completely. She could see nothing but blood-red, sangria-red, and she wrapped her legs around Sangria's head and let out an animalistic grunt of pure, orgasmic pleasure as she came. She knew the lips were on her clit, but she was also too lost in the sensation of it to understand it. She just felt it, lost herself to it, gave in to it. She never wanted it to end. Her fingers wrapped in Sangria's hair as she rode the other woman's face, her body so sensitized to pleasure now that it almost hurt. But even the pain felt good now. Sangria could whip her, spank her, flog her, and any of that would feel good. She wanted to beg Sangria to do all those things to her. She just wanted to beg Sangria, period. Time lost all meaning. Once Sangria pressed her lips to WildRose's cunt, it felt like the world just stopped so that she could feel pleasure. They wouldn't be interrupted, she knew. None of the others had the will to do anything but follow Sangria's commands, and she wouldn't command them. Not with her mouth busy licking WildRose's pussy. WildRose clenched her legs together even tighter, wanting to make sure that she felt every centimeter of those perfect lips against her skin. She felt another orgasm hit (fourth? fifth?) and her moans took on a desperate urgency. She'd always been loud during sex, but she'd never been this loud. But she'd never felt this good, either. "yes...please...yes...please..." They were the only words she could think, now. Sangria's licks finally lessened in intensity, but WildRose still felt lips against pussylips and she shuddered again. She never wanted to stop, not ever. She knew that she would do anything to feel Sangria's kiss again. How had she ever imagined fighting this? Why would she possibly resist something that felt so good, so... Something was wrong, she realized. She struggled to form thoughts despite the sea of neurochemicals that melted her brain into a puddle of desire. Something was odd, out of place. Sangria had stopped licking completely. Gradually, WildRose remembered muffled speech, too hard to make out underneath her own cries of pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked down. Sangria lay limp between her thighs. When WildRose finally, reluctantly uncurled them, Sangria's head lolled sideways, breaking the contact between her lips and WildRose's flesh. Other than that, she didn't move. Her eyes were closed. The confusion stirred more thoughts into WildRose's brain. Gingerly, she slid away from the other woman, letting Sangria's face smack onto the concrete. Right on the shiner, too, WildRose thought with a wince. That must have hurt when my thigh pressed right up against... Thought and memory finally decided to work together, just a little, and WildRose realized what she must have done. She checked Sangria's pulse, and was relieved to discover that the criminal was alive, if unconscious. She looked around at the other women, all of whom remained blissfully vacant. "Um, yeah, sleeper hold with my thighs," she muttered woozily. "Totally did that on purpose." She wondered why Sangria hadn't run into the same problem with the others (or worse with Adventure Girl--yikes!) But she'd probably been a bit more cautious with them. Unlike WildRose, it hadn't been personal. Part of WildRose still ached for Sangria's kiss, wanted to wait until Sangria regained consciousness and beg the other woman to take her again and again and again until she was a mindless, tongue-fucked thrall. But her pride helped her to ignore it. She'd never lost to an unconscious super-villain before, and she wasn't about to start now. Kiss She looked around at the other women, straining to remember the dossier Sharpe had compiled on Sangria. The lipstick would wear off, she knew, if they didn't get a fresh dose occasionally. But Sangria would probably wake up in a few minutes, a bit headachy but more than capable of giving out commands, unless... WildRose grinned wickedly. She crawled over to her utility belt, and pulled out a tiny tube of surgical glue. Reaching out for Sangria's hand, she smeared a small circle of it onto the palm. "Kiss this, bitch," she muttered, pressing Sangria's hand, palm first, against her own lips. THE END Kiss To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I had some observations I wished to share and as I enjoy a good debate and feedback, I'm sure I will hear a lot on this subject. Be kind or your comments will be deleted. It's really a matter of importance for a lot of people, especially as a prelude to good sex, before, during, and after. I am putting this under Lesbian sex because I, like countless others am attracted to women. Not that others don't kiss, after all I'm almost certain I heard of controversy over men kissing men on television (lol). But we have been assailed with romantic kisses for decades on the television and in the movies. This heterosexual standard has been around forever. Can you think of one movie, one, that doesn't have a kiss of some kind in it? Even the 'kiss my ass goodbye' kind? Apparently this is an important right of passage for everyone, not the kiss my ass kind, but the peck turned passionate encounter kind, on the lips! I'm discussing my views on the subject. Don't shoot the messenger or you can kiss my lily white @$$. Have you ever really thought of the anatomy of a kiss? Most cultures kiss but there are some that find the thought of sharing or swapping spit to be abhorrent. Then there are other cultures that make that little in the air thing with the sucking noise. There is the peck on the check or the one on the back of the hand. But have you ever thought of what makes a kiss, a good kiss? Is it the person who gives it? Their attractiveness? I don't think so, because there are some really ugly people out there in the world and they have managed to procreate, well maybe no one kissed them to do so. But I digress, it helps if the person you are kissing, or they are kissing you, is attractive to you on some level. It also helps if they don't have body odor, bad breath (including halitosis), or a sore on the edge of their mouth. Eew, yes I visualized that too. A truly great kiss or kisser I think comes from practice. Now I personally will not brag that I have had a lot of practice, because in all actuality, I haven't. I cannot count how many kisses I have bestowed or shared with someone else I have been involved with but at the same time, I can pretty much count how many people I have shared them with, or I like to think I could count them, my memory not withstanding. I am not talking just a peck on the cheek like you would give an acquaintance, again not that air thing with the kissy noise by someone's ear, or even one you would bestow on a child. I am talking an out and out lip lock that involves an exchange of saliva. A deep passionate kiss that should, if it is done properly, involve a tongue. And just for the sake of debate, who named it a 'French Kiss?' I mean, why do they get all the credit? I'm sure it was around WAY before the French, no offense to the French. Here is one word of advice, no one likes to drown in someone else's saliva or have their tongue invade every breathable space in the crevice we call a mouth. A good kisser lightly takes their tongue and caresses the recipients and if it's mutually agreeable the other person reciprocates. Sometimes they are a little shy and need persuasion, not that they don't want to do it, they just might not know how, think of it then as a learning situation and you, the apparently better kisser, are to teach the world and make it a better place, they may even thank you for it. If all else, you've made someone a BETTER kisser for the next person, consider it a sacred duty at that point. This isn't a moment to think about that ham sandwich you want to make for lunch though, you have to really think about your 'motivation' for this kiss. You have to want it, they should want it, unwarranted kissing can lead to the worst fights. Sometimes kissing and making up are the best. Even angry kissing can be delightful if you're both into it. But one sided, never works. Someone ends up annoyed or angry in a way that means you won't be getting that tender kiss you were angling for, or the desired results that may have followed. Now there are many kinds of kisses of course and I am not an expert despite practice. I won't claim to know it all, despite the fact that I usually do, especially in my own mind. But I digress here again, what kind do you like? Personally, I prefer a mutual tender kiss, the kind that just make you sigh, melt, and then hold on as it progresses from there. It doesn't really require a lot of work (unless you are really bad) and you should just be able to go with the flow. Your lips, if you're going to kiss with them (let's hope we don't have any deviation from the point here folks) should be in 'kissing order.' You don't want the sore, previously mentioned, I'm shuddering here folks. I know some of you can't help it, whether it's a cold sore, a zit on the edge, or something I don't want to catch or even know about. We don't want to touch it, not with our lips, our tongue, or any other part of our anatomy. Back to the topic at hand, good firm lips, not too dry, not too wet, firm without being formless. Moisturize those suckers! Relax them, you don't want to make the person you're kissing think you're trying to go through their head to the back of it with those things or cut them through with razor like lips. You also don't want to be slobbering on them like a dog. If you're called "Bernard" by accident you can bet they aren't talking about the saint but the dog! A First kiss should be tender. If you're smart, you put a dab of perfume on your wrist at just the right spot so if you cup their cheek, or their head, the scent of it should assail her nostrils. It helps too if it's a pleasant scent and not one covering up something like body odor. If you're a man reading this, please disregard the perfume dab unless of course your aftershave goes on your hairy wrists that you just shaved because I can't think why aftershave would go where you don't shave, and I don't want to know otherwise so don't explain. Also, I would like to make note of another observation. You should NOT put perfume on your neck despite what you see in the movies. On and in your hair yes, but soft creamy kissable necks NO! It has been proven that when things get heated and you or your partner start tonguing along the neck, you or your partner just might taste that alcohol or other pheromone based or whatever you want to call your perfume (sweat does NOT count as perfume despite some people being 'into' it), and that kind of kills the moment as you canNOT get that easily off your tongue. Some people have been known to have a reaction to it too, not a pretty scenario if you are trying a seduction. Emergency Rooms are notorious for killing the seduction scene you were planning. I digress. A soft kiss, your head tilting. Most people tilt to the right, it has been observed. I don't know if it's because a lot of people are right handed or what, no offense to south paws but it is what it is! Gently go in, place your lips against hers, and pull back to see if it was okay with them and they wish to continue. Because sure as shooting it isn't going to be a tender soft kiss is she doesn't want to continue. She might be clueless, afraid, or whatever so proceed at your own risk. A slap is a pretty good indication that your kiss was unwelcome or unwarranted. I know I shouldn't have to point this out but let's face it, some people are CLUELESS. I'm only doing my human duty by pointing out some of these obvious things. Apparently, you should actually want to do this. Believe it or not, it comes through in the kiss if you're waiting to wipe the back of your hand with it. Take note, if they immediately do this after you kiss them, it was probably a bad kiss. Some people just don't like kissing, I get it but since it's a favorite sport or pastime of mine, I don't want to hear that you don't want my kisses. Just don't get in the situation then where we are kissing then because I have been told by numerous people that I am good at it, I enjoy it, and while they won't give me testimonials, I don't want to be kissing someone who doesn't want it or mine! Okay, this isn't about me and my kisses, I get that, I'll get back to the point of my observations... Eye contact is to be desired. The eyes are the windows to the soul, I wax poetic, but seriously folks. A glare will tell you, she isn't that interested in you mashing your lips against hers. You can tell a lot about what they might want, desire, or don't want or desire by looking in their eyes. Now if they are wearing an eye patch, dark sun glasses, or a blindfold, that is an entirely different matter and I will let you work that out for yourself. Sorry, I can't possibly cover all branches of the topic at hand for everyone in every situation. But if she gets all dreamy eyed and leans into you, it's a fair bet that she liked the kiss and would like more. Breathing is another good indicator. Good oral hygiene should be addressed here but then that would be another chapter. You want someone to WANT to be kissing you and if your breath is full of onions and garlic and you haven't eaten them in years, we have a problem Houston. But if her breath smells ideally like a flower, her lips taste of sweet wine, and her tongue...okay I'm not writing a friggin romance here, ahemm. Let's face it, nice breath is great when you're kissing that girl you wanted to kiss. Tic Tacs are cheap, take note. I know it's terrible when she has a cold and can't breathe, but give her a break then and keep it to a peck, besides you don't want those nasty germs she wants to share with you so you're both miserable. You have to be able to breathe through your nose when you're enjoying a good kiss, a deep kiss, a passionate kiss. There is a lot of history in a kiss too if you take note of it. There is the kiss of peace. Should be self explanatory but apparently there is whole books written about when it hasn't been given and wars ensued. For a pretty homophobic society as a whole, men have been kissing men and women have been kissing women for centuries. Not just on the lips but on the hand and other parts of people's anatomy. There is the kiss off of course. Everyone has to know that one. The phrase 'kiss my ass' is infamous in the English speaking world. It doesn't always translate well into other languages for some reason. Hmm, I will have to research that some day and figure out why. The visual of course can be incendiary, sending people to arms, or wrapping their arms around the appropriate person depending on their proclivities. I Googled Kiss and got some very interesting results. After going through pages of the band called Kiss, and as a side note that one member has an OBSCENE tongue length, gross, I came across a 'how to' section that helped enormously for those inept kissers who want a lot of information that does them no good in the long run. I can't say it enough, practice makes perfect. This section could have been helpful, but.... It starts with the notorious FRENCH KISS and ends with HOW TO AVOID HERPES. I can't tell you how that made me feel and you already heard me about the sore on the lip thing. Just when you think you're going to enjoy something, something you could possibly be good at, they have to throw in a disease that is communicable by kissing, that could affect your whole social life, and more. Kissing someone through a dental barrier (those rubber thingys) or a mask just doesn't have the same appeal as a good ole lip on lip kiss. A kiss, when it's done right, with the right person and even sometimes with the wrong person, can be heavenly. I heartily endorse the kiss. I suggest you all try it on occasion. It doesn't matter (to me) where, or when, or why, but a good kiss, a kind kiss, a passionate kiss (careful in public with that one due to strange laws on the books and in Southern States for some reason), shows a vulnerability that you want to be loved and lets say it, love makes the world go round. I heartily endorse love, and in my esteemed opinion, it all starts with a kiss. When you get the right kiss, the kind that encompasses your entire body, the whole body becomes clenched, your toes curl, your hands grip into fists, the right kiss...it's more than mere words can describe. For those who haven't come close to this phenomena, I'm sorry, for those who can describe it better than me, kudos. Could you imagine if you had to carry a license to kiss? How about the oral exam (I crack myself up). I know there would be many who failed this test and had to take it over and over and over. If the instructor was attractive, the gig would be up. How would you study for it? I can seen over eager teenagers going "Mooommm, I have to study" with their hormones racing to 'take the test.' Not quite like a driver's test. And there's a thought, what language would it be in? What about the written part of the test? I hope this little ditty has been informative, made you think, and perhaps provided you with a bit of humor to ponder and share with your closest 100 friends. I look forward to hearing from you and perhaps adding another chapter to this little chat. So go out, be productive, and practice. And practice, practice, practice and then practice some more. ~The End~ K'Anne ;-P