After our 'date' on Sunday, ManFriend and I go back to his place. He start kissing. We keep kissing. I can't tell you how amazing all this kissing is. I get hot. I lose focus. I am utterly blissful. I am so in the moment that part of me is worried something is going to slip out of my mouth, that I refuse to say, but that I feel.
As we get up to move our kissing into the bedroom, I stand up and he tells me how beautiful I am. I am super happy hearing that. We kiss again - and he tells he is crazy about me. And I blurt out that I am crazy about him too, but it is really starting to scare me.
Are you wondering why I am scared about this revelation? It is because I am infuriated about so many things about him & us. How can I be crazy about a man when I hate our relationship?
It's the damn kissing. I am telling you it is amazing. But I can't let love kissing someone be what keeps me involved with him. I know nothing is going to change significantly enough for me to know this is all worth it.
I've soooooooo been here before.
ReplyDeleteKissing to women is like sex for men.
Kind of like how you can ask a man anything DURING sex and he'll of course say yes. Same for women during kissing. Your head just gets all foggy and common sense is out the window!! :)
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