Submitted by M. Wayne
Under the mistletoe, my girl friend and I took a marshmallow,
put it between our mouths, then with another person saying "go",
the goal was to take your tongue and push it down the other person's throat.
Sort of french kisswarfare, much fun and erotic!
She won, had better control of her tongue,
which is a real plus when she pleases me!
Showing posts with label Mistletoe Contest Entry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mistletoe Contest Entry. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Best Kiss -- MISTLETOE CONTEST ENTRY
Submitted by T. Wika
Call me old fashioned, but the greatest kiss for me has been with a man who is somewhat unattainable, whose voice makes me wet, and whom I have known since college. In college he began confiding in me that he has always felt the need to be naked with me. So we began experimenting with talking in the nude. What was particularly arousing was that he was stripping himself of all superficiality and artificiality. He was willing to render himself completely vulnerable with me and let me know him unlike anyone else.
He always wants to take off his clothes around me and to touch me. He rewards me for dressing alluringly to please him. He tells me that no matter what we talk about he gets an erection and suffers trying to keep his hands off me.
Once while out of town on business, he called to tell me he could not concentrate on business until he called me. He was calling me from the shadows of a tree, where he stood in the front yard at his host's home, his hand stroking his hard cock as we talked.
He calls constantly for phone sex and surprises me by voicing his desires in explicit detail in the least likely places.
He brings me with him into his fantasy life because our making love is his fantasy.
When this man kisses me, he slides his tongue deep into my throat, while sliding my hand down over the bulge in his pants.
His kiss is passionate, intense, and his way of letting me know how much he longs to be inside of me.
Call me old fashioned, but the greatest kiss for me has been with a man who is somewhat unattainable, whose voice makes me wet, and whom I have known since college. In college he began confiding in me that he has always felt the need to be naked with me. So we began experimenting with talking in the nude. What was particularly arousing was that he was stripping himself of all superficiality and artificiality. He was willing to render himself completely vulnerable with me and let me know him unlike anyone else.
He always wants to take off his clothes around me and to touch me. He rewards me for dressing alluringly to please him. He tells me that no matter what we talk about he gets an erection and suffers trying to keep his hands off me.
Once while out of town on business, he called to tell me he could not concentrate on business until he called me. He was calling me from the shadows of a tree, where he stood in the front yard at his host's home, his hand stroking his hard cock as we talked.
He calls constantly for phone sex and surprises me by voicing his desires in explicit detail in the least likely places.
He brings me with him into his fantasy life because our making love is his fantasy.
When this man kisses me, he slides his tongue deep into my throat, while sliding my hand down over the bulge in his pants.
His kiss is passionate, intense, and his way of letting me know how much he longs to be inside of me.
A Poem on Kissing -- MISTLETOE CONTEST ENTRY
Submitted by M. Harris
ah...i can still recall that fantastic delightful bliss
from merging lips with a ravenous beauty who willingly parted her red ruby dutch two lips to entice me with a kiss
which rapturous engagement of succulent fleshy rims of thee mouth this older fellow doth cherish and miss!
since his current existence devoid of any satisfactory fusion of delicious smooch sans oral tongue play
especially countenanced under the mistletoe, a time honored custom when the spirits tend to feel gray
thus surrendering oneself (even albeit a complete stranger) keeps the seasoned gremlins at bay!
yet me memory keeps alive the delicious, humungous, luscious, precious, salacious, vivacious, wondrous zeroing of said
submergence of mine opened oral rift to allow, enable and promote egress of an absolute bombshell cleaved dame exemplifying finesse!
ah...i can still recall that fantastic delightful bliss
from merging lips with a ravenous beauty who willingly parted her red ruby dutch two lips to entice me with a kiss
which rapturous engagement of succulent fleshy rims of thee mouth this older fellow doth cherish and miss!
since his current existence devoid of any satisfactory fusion of delicious smooch sans oral tongue play
especially countenanced under the mistletoe, a time honored custom when the spirits tend to feel gray
thus surrendering oneself (even albeit a complete stranger) keeps the seasoned gremlins at bay!
yet me memory keeps alive the delicious, humungous, luscious, precious, salacious, vivacious, wondrous zeroing of said
submergence of mine opened oral rift to allow, enable and promote egress of an absolute bombshell cleaved dame exemplifying finesse!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Have Boobies, Will Kiss -- MISTLETOE CONTEST ENTRY
Submitted by John K.
I dated a girl who blew my socks off every time we touched. We met doing a temporary job with a bunch of other people during a summer a few years back. She had a bit of an acne problem on her face, but her body was unbelievable. She had been a swimmer, so she had great tone and her curves were spectacular. She had to have been a 34D and she wore push-up bras every day that punched her doggies right up under her chin. She usually wore tight-fitting, medium to low cut tops to let all the boys have a gander at her massive mounds. I noticed her right away and wondered why no one else seemed to make a big deal about her. It might have been the aforementioned acne problem.
I noticed her at lunch, laying on the grass alone, usually reading. When she lay on the grass she laid stomach down with her breasts hanging down out of her shirt and her butt pushed up in the air. I thought to myself that this girl really wanted it bad. I laid next to her one day, kind of mocking her, and asked what she was reading. She was cool with everything and we soon set a date for the weekend. She didn't disappoint, baring a few inches of the top of her breastesses for me that night. I was beside myself trying to control my urges.
We went back to her place and watched the tube but she was very unresponsive. I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Soon, her roommate and his girlfriend came home from dinner then checked back out to go to the girlfriend's pad. As soon as the door shut behind them she pounced. Her body sent jolts of electricity through me each time she touched me. As I'm writing this I'm practically writhing on the ground remembering it. I told her she was the best I'd ever been with and kept asking her how she did it and to teach me and everything. All I got from her/remember was her saying very patiently, "Well, you can do it like you're showing them what you're going to do to them..." And then she pushed her tongue up way towards the roof of my mouth, and she also said, "I love teasing boys."
She was into the romance-novel kind of thing: stuff I found cheesy and thought only really fanciful people got into, but when I asked her how I could give her the feelings she was giving me she explained to me that I should pull her body into mine--just grab her lower back and press her up against me. And grab the back of her head and press it into mine when we were kissing. I thought that was a little melodramatic but it's very sexy when you think about it and it worked pretty well for the two of us.
So I guess the lesson is: seize control of your man, push your boobies up under your chin and shove your tongue way down in his mouth. Amen.
I dated a girl who blew my socks off every time we touched. We met doing a temporary job with a bunch of other people during a summer a few years back. She had a bit of an acne problem on her face, but her body was unbelievable. She had been a swimmer, so she had great tone and her curves were spectacular. She had to have been a 34D and she wore push-up bras every day that punched her doggies right up under her chin. She usually wore tight-fitting, medium to low cut tops to let all the boys have a gander at her massive mounds. I noticed her right away and wondered why no one else seemed to make a big deal about her. It might have been the aforementioned acne problem.
I noticed her at lunch, laying on the grass alone, usually reading. When she lay on the grass she laid stomach down with her breasts hanging down out of her shirt and her butt pushed up in the air. I thought to myself that this girl really wanted it bad. I laid next to her one day, kind of mocking her, and asked what she was reading. She was cool with everything and we soon set a date for the weekend. She didn't disappoint, baring a few inches of the top of her breastesses for me that night. I was beside myself trying to control my urges.
We went back to her place and watched the tube but she was very unresponsive. I was beginning to wonder what was going on. Soon, her roommate and his girlfriend came home from dinner then checked back out to go to the girlfriend's pad. As soon as the door shut behind them she pounced. Her body sent jolts of electricity through me each time she touched me. As I'm writing this I'm practically writhing on the ground remembering it. I told her she was the best I'd ever been with and kept asking her how she did it and to teach me and everything. All I got from her/remember was her saying very patiently, "Well, you can do it like you're showing them what you're going to do to them..." And then she pushed her tongue up way towards the roof of my mouth, and she also said, "I love teasing boys."
She was into the romance-novel kind of thing: stuff I found cheesy and thought only really fanciful people got into, but when I asked her how I could give her the feelings she was giving me she explained to me that I should pull her body into mine--just grab her lower back and press her up against me. And grab the back of her head and press it into mine when we were kissing. I thought that was a little melodramatic but it's very sexy when you think about it and it worked pretty well for the two of us.
So I guess the lesson is: seize control of your man, push your boobies up under your chin and shove your tongue way down in his mouth. Amen.
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