When Mr H kisses me, deliberately, thoughtfully, I go weak at the knees. Sometimes we exchange the familiar daily kiss, and they have their own magic, but when he takes his time, hmmm those are the special erotic ones.
The way he makes me feel.
Sometimes, he will stroke my face, taking my chin in his fingers and tipping my face to his. Beginning gently, becoming stronger and deeper. His hands moving down my body to hold me tight. I usually sway against him, clinging to his shoulders, trying to make the kiss last.
When he pushes me back against a wall, holding both of my hands in one of his, he makes me feel small, and helpless, which I love. This feeds my submissive feelings. He teases me, brushing his lips on my jawline, or my neck, before kissing me roughly. When he is done with me, I will be breathless and very turned on.
More Kissing I Say
We don’t kiss as much as I would like, but then I admit to being greedy when it comes to physical contact. I remember the early months of our relationship when we would make out for ages. When we started D/s we kissed more in the beginning, but as with all things that dwindled, and normality returned to some degree.
One thing Mr H doesn’t do is public displays of affection. He has kissed me a few times when we have been out walking, but only when he knows no-one can see us. He is not particularly comfortable with public displays of affection, preferring them to be intimate. The only time people have seen us kiss was at our wedding, and perhaps hospital staff when he has visited me in hospital.
Mr H knows he can, and he does, kiss me whenever and wherever he wants, and perhaps the fact that he does not do so as much as I would like is a good thing, it keeps me needy.
This post is written for the Food4Thought #117 ‘Kissing’, click HERE to see more posts inspired by the topic.