Programming note: I left town early for the long weekend and set some posts to run yesterday and today, but I mixed things up a bit and accidentally ran “Shortcuts” yesterday. Sorry for the confusion!
I’ve been with my boyfriend nine months and he is by far the most caring, loving and fun partner I’ve ever been with. I’ve been his first everything though: first kiss, first girlfriend, first … you get the clue. Initially, I was a little weary about dating someone with such little experience, but I’m so glad I looked beyond those first impressions. There is one issue, however, that has left me feeling frustrated and a little helpless. My boyfriend’s a pecker. That is, he only kisses me with pecks: when he greets me, when we’re “making out,” when we’re having sex … you get the idea. Our first kisses weren’t like this — this was something that our kissing slowly evolved into. I’ve made it clear I don’t like the “pecks” all the time, and I’ve tried sexily coaxing him into more naughty kisses, saying “I like this” and kissing him with a little bit more lip or tongue, but the pecking seems to only be getting worse. He gets into habits kind of easily, and I am scared this is something that is here to stay. It’s really such a shame since he CAN kiss excellently! I’ve emphasized this too. I constantly reassure him he is an excellent kisser when he does do it well. But, I don’t know what has happened to these sensual, passionate kisses. I’m losing patience. — Chicken-Kisser
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Love may be blind, but kissing can leave you deaf. A Chinese woman was left partially deaf in her left ear after a particularly, um, passionate kiss from her boyfriend. According to China Daily, “The kiss reduced the pressure in the mouth, pulled the eardrum out and caused the breakdown of the ear.” Seriously?! Luckily, the woman is expected to regain her full hearing in about two months, but Shanghai Daily is warning others about the dangers excessive kissing presents: “A strong kiss may cause an imbalance in the air pressure between two inner ears and lead to a broken ear drum.” Is nothing safe?! [BBC] Keep reading »
“Yes I kissed a mystery man in Vegas. Everyone wants to know who he is or what his name is. … So would I. LOL.”
—Jenny McCarthy, twoting about the dude she was seen smooching at the Playboy Club in Las Vegas last week, following her split from Jim Carrey [People] Keep reading »
My first kiss was in 9th grade with a girl I had a crush on named Connie, during a game of spin the bottle. She had a squeezable body and big juicy lips. I was smitten! Alas, I never got the cojones to do anything else with Connie, so I guess my “real” first kiss was with my first-ever boyfriend, Mark, later that year. He kissed my on the balcony outside my best friend’s bedroom and (duh) I wrote all about it in my diary that night. Why am I thinking ’bout kissing? #MyFirstKiss is a trending topic on Twitter.
As usual, it’s hilarious, by which I mean everyone else has been getting it on during nap time in preschool. Keep reading »
That first kiss is a cupcake-shaped grenade that explodes into springtime rain. As a man, it’s more important than the best seats in the stadium, that huge job promotion, or the first time your father calls you for advice. It is a prelude to all the best things in life: waking up to an empty bed and smelling toaster waffles, that conversation where you swear to always love her and she tells you the same, the pile of limbs and laughter following the spectacular failure of an exotic sex position. Keep reading »