Kiss me. Lick me. Fuck me.
Did you raise your eyebrow or lick your lips, turning toward your partner?
Do you love to kiss, lick, and bite down on his tongue? When you read stories and the hero kisses her out of the blue, do you swoon, wish you were the golden haired heroine, catching her man? (As if this really exists) Then again, in D/s relationships, what do you think about kissing, holding hands? In other words, do you think romance is alive and well in kinky relationships? I think for many people, they believe Dom’s have no desire to be romantic in any
manner. That’s simply not the case. Dom’s are men first. Remember? They long for the affirmation their submissive gives to them in various ways and kissing, my dear readers, is delicious. Come on, drool for me.
Think about your last kiss. Was the moment scintillating, hot and wet, with some serious tongue action? Okay, I just couldn’t resist. A slightly more light-hearted blog today, however kissing is of seductive importance, at least in my humble opinion. I’ve heard many people say they find kissing far more intimate than any sexual act. Do you remember the movie Pretty Woman? One of the conversations Julia Roberts had was about refusing to kiss one of her john’s – too personal. Kissing for me is an incredible expression and so many emotions can be shown in such a simple gesture. Yes, very personal indeed.
As an author, writing about physical contact, whether two people are holding hands, kissing, fucking like a race horse or clinging together crying, trying to convey the raw emotion can be one of the most difficult words to write. Why? Because you really have to understand love, pity, sympathy, worry, fear, terror – well you get the picture. We’ve all experienced various shades, but writing about the intense emotions is tougher than you think. When you mix in visualizing and allowing a Dom to experience all aspects of his inner needs and hungers, let the magic begin.
What I really know is that you either love to kiss or simply perform the act, and this has nothing to do whether you’re a male or female. Sir can kiss like no other and I could lose myself in kissing him for hours. His kisses remind me of sitting in front of a roaring fire, on a bearskin rug, with the perfect music in the background and a bottle of wine handy. Mmm… Yes, kissing is much more intimate to me and the reasons are simple – sex can be an act. Kissing, fondling and showing a softer side are art forms.
He’s asked me whether or not I believed his softness with regard to kissing made him lesser of a Dom. We had a pretty lively conversation about what a Dom’s demeanor should be like. Yes, we both agreed that there is 
no rulebook for this just as there isn’t for dark play or how to be a Dom in any other regard. Every couple designs what’s right for them. I know in how I feel about our relationship, I long for what might be considered a distinct vanilla side. I personally believe the very inner core of a man and woman shines through and in doing so, this makes for a more trusting and uninhibited D/s situation. How?
I want to know he has a burning hunger that’s entirely separated as well as entwined with the darker needs. When he’s able to hold hands, talk about a difficult day over a glass of wine, I’m relaxed. The sharing is priceless. Does he stop, turn and kiss me while he has a belt in his hand. Uh, no. However there is the aftercare. He gathers me into his arms, kissing and holding as he tells me how much he loves and respects me. The quiet moments shared are priceless to me, an offering of yet another side of a very complex man as well as one within our relationship.
Do you ever wonder how people started kissing in the first place? We kiss friends and family members. We kiss both cheeks of everyone we meet within a certain culture. These are gestures of friendship as well as signs of respect. When you move into dating, locking lips begins to mean a hell of a lot more. Right?
For me, kissing is the ultimate foreplay. I can think about kissing Sir and very vivid visions, thoughts about other sexual desires as well as his utter control over me feeds into every cognitive concept. I hunger and want him in this way only at times and when he crooks his finger, saying simply, “come here” I shiver. By that point I’m wet and hot and you bet my imagination has drifted into various other aspects of intimacy. Granted, I’m very passionate in all things I do and sharing this with him has been freeing. Then again, his hunger is growing every day. Before he kisses me, his eyes are dark and dangerous, narrowed as he sweeps my body with his gaze.
He’ll take my hand, drawing me in until our lips barely touch. He’s powerful with his kisses as he is with everything else. I still find it interesting he worries to this day whether he is Domly enough. The bottom line for me is that his ability to let go, be a man first, allows me to trust him and want more. I need to know the man, every inch of his body, every thought he has, and every dark need his soul can think about. There are no right or wrongs with regards to testing your D/s relationship. There are no have to’s or musts. There is only the joy you both share as your journey moves from vanilla to kink, to dark as well as sadistic needs.
The complexity Sir shows fascinates me. He’s easily able to drift from one to the other and often he’ll tell me he merely wants to talk about every day 
items, work and money, issues with friends or laughter about a stupid thing we’ve heard. We can hold hands, joking together, one talking over the other because we’re so excited about something we just have to share. Then when we kiss – bottle rockets.
He grabbed me the other day, jerking me to his body, his hand going under my dress. I could tell how hungry he was by his grunts, his body language and of course his hand squeezing until I yelped. At that very moment I didn’t care where we were. I could have unzipped his pants, freeing his thick shaft and well you know the rest. The extreme needs I think about at night, still wet and hot, longing for satisfaction. His voice before the kiss melts me into some puddle formation.
Granted, he’s very commanding, almost demanding in his methods, but those times he’s merely a man, I treasure just as much as I do the Dom. I’ll obey and honor his every request, but I’ve noticed the kisses are given freely. I’m chuckling as I write this and there’s no doubt he’d roll his eyes. Then he’d call me a girl. Those are fightin’ words. I am a girl, one who needs a man in all ways and in return, I’ll give all of myself. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with either. What do you think, kissing first, trust second? A thought for tonight as well as thinking about Valentine’s Day. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Kisses and spanks…
Cassandre
Passion with a Dark and Dangerous Twist 