Kisses: Cold, Slimy Snails in Your Mouth

“Tongue kisses?” I pulled up my nose. “I hate them.

The others looked at me amusedly.
“Why? Don’t you think it’s hot?” my idol rock star Park asked me.
I shook my head. “No, it’s far from hot. It feels like a slimy snail that twirls in your mouth. That’s not hot.”
“A twirling slimy snail, I’ll drink to that,” Park said with a wink to me.

Seven Minutes in the Closet – Liz BlackX
Kisses: Cold, Slimy Snails in Your Mouth - Liz BlackX

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay 

So Mother, so Daughter

As you know, fiction is often inspired by real life. This first paragraph of the story definitely is. To me, tongue kisses often really feel like this.
It’s funny how one of the few memories I have of my mother talking about anything sexual, she was discussing tongue kisses with her friends. She told them how she hated this form of intimacy. I don’t know if I have internalised this message, but I certainly agree. Though not all the time.

Bad Start

My first tongue kiss was horrible. I was cheered on by my best friend when I was around twelve. I remember us being on the top of a parking garage. We were there with her boyfriend and his younger brother. They pushed us until we tried it. I had no feelings whatsoever for this boy, so it was a very unromantic affair. Maybe that’s where my distaste for it started. It was wet and pretty disgusting. Definitely not something I wanted to relive.

Fresh and New

Over the years, I never became fond of French kissing. I didn’t mind it too much within my first D/s relationship, but every meeting we had was sexual, and we saw each other very little. The thing is, with a new relationship, I don’t mind tongue kisses at all. During the first few weeks of being with someone, I can’t get enough. Every chance I get, I’ll put my mouth on his, and I’ll lose myself in sharing the intimacy.

Only When I’m Hot

It’s only when the relationship becomes regular that I lose my interest in it. I’m with my husband now for ten years, and he still enjoys kissing a lot. Often, I’ll reject him and push him away.
There is one exception only: when having sex. Once I’m aroused and entirely in the mood, you can kiss me all you want. And I love it too. I get more turned on, and it increases my sexual feeling. That is, until I orgasm.
After orgasm, everything returns to normal, and my disgust for tongue kisses returns.

Not a Fan

So if you want to experience a true French kiss with Liz, you’ll have to become her new lover and when the novelty wears off, get her in the right mood.
It drives my husband to despair sometimes, especially since I do enjoy these kisses when aroused, but it’s the way it is. To me, tongue kisses often do feel like wet, slimy snails in my mouth. Sorry, not sorry.


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7 Comments

    1. I couldn’t stop giggling when I first saw this cartoon 🤣
      There were other more…subtler choices, but I couldn’t resist using this one.
      I hope it doesn’t bother you too much 😝

      Lizblackx
  1. I *had* to open this post when I saw the title, because YES THANK GOD SOMEONE ELSE THINKS THIS!

    : laugh :

    Seriously, the whole tongue thing just does.not.work for me.

    Soft lips? Check. A bit of lingering intimate lip touching? Sure. But keep your tongue to yourself please! (Or put it to use on my lower/i> lips.) 😉

  2. Ugh…this makes me feel so much better about myself! I’m not a huge “tongue-kisser” and I’m always feeling guilty about it…like there’s something wrong with me because I’m not a huge fan. Thanks for making me feel like I’m not a weirdo.

    1. Nope, we’re not alone in feeling this way ☺️
      I loved your post on kissing too.
      I guess our husbands will have to make do with the minimal amount of kisses they receive from us 😆

      Lizblackx

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