The art of kissing
One of the best compliments I’ve ever received is being told I’m a good kisser. I don’t know why I weigh that compliment above all else. I just do. Perhaps I should reflect more, when I have time, on why being a good kisser is so important to me. Maybe it’s because the movement of the tongue represents the tenacity and fight and passion a person has in their character. In the past year, the two or three people I’ve heavily made out with have all said I’m a delicious kisser. To this day, it’s the one compliment that brings a smile to my face and gets me out of any awkward situation. Sir Maurice and I make out like we’re teenagers and we suck on each others lips, pull at each other’s tongues, and grab the back of each other’s heads like there’s no tomorrow. Sometimes he sticks his tongue out and licks my chin, my nose, my forehead which sometimes feels alien to me but in some kinky kind of frog way, I like it. I still am not a big fan of deep-throating tonsil hockey though but I do like subtle tongue playful puck hockey in the mouth. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve heard it, I still love to be told I’m a good kisser. Sometimes I like kissing with my eyes open to fire the passion and other times I surrender to the blackness underneath my eyelids. It lets me know I still have moves. Yeah, I work it. Go me.
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoo
About the Author: Isabella Valentine, certified clinical hypnotherapist and certified NLP practitioner specializing in erotic hypnosis, specifically feminization, sissification, pantyboys, mind control, and femdom brainwashing.
Mikel | Sep 20, 2008 | Reply
We should all be so lucky as to get to find out how good of a kisser you are.
Or to at least receive that compliment.
Robert | Feb 1, 2009 | Reply
I know how you feel. About the kissing complement. Though on a lesser scale, I’m sure, as you’ve got to be light years better than me, considering: A-Those Lips Of Yours Appear To Be The Ultimate Kissing Artillery, oh Maurice is Lucky [and congratulations on Wedded Bliss--a phrase particularly appropriate for a Degreed and experienced practitioner in Bliss]. (I’ve been to that Indy Fondue place! But not beyond the foyer, as we lacked the time.);
B-You’re Female; C-You’re light years more experienced; and
D-You’re ISABELLA VALENTINE.
Maybe it’s a universal reaction to that particular complement? Or is it upbringing? My dad is a small town Indiana pastor of a “nondenominational” “spirit”-filled church in which I grew up trying to turn rebellion into art–so maybe a rational mind growing up in repressive insanity is a factor (as you grew up in a strange Hoosier church, too, didn’t you?).
Anyway, before I married my spouse, she told me that ALL TWO other girls I’d kissed on campus (Taylor Univ., Religious, Small, in nowhere INDIANA) each told her (separately & with a sigh) that I was a great kisser (I love the sigh). FIFTEEN YEARS later, I still glow warm when I recall it, & it’s my favorite compliment. That little kissing kudos is permanently lodged as a multiplier in my self-image calculator, in spite of years of hell since then.
Would you agree that a good kiss can be a hard-wired trigger induction that instantly “snaps” either or both kissers into a VERY trance-like state? … the heavy eyes, the “surrender to the blackness underneath [your] eyelids” as you perfectly put it, the total body melting (“loose and limp”…), the blissful warmth … it’s a “surrender”, even if only for a moment. Maybe it’s a vestige of evolutionary design from when courtship consisted of a chase, a theoretical (if unlikely) hypnotizing kiss, and a non-safe-sex consummation? Who discovered kissing? Discovering sex is instinctual, but was kissing in that package deal? There’s no equivalent act among animals is there?)
The right kind of kiss, “virtual” and passionately described in hypnotic detail, would be one hell of a knockout induction. Talk about bypassing the conscious mind–there wouldn’t be one to bypass, for several moments at a minimum, if done halfway effectively from a hypnotic/intimate/erotic viewpoint. I wonder if those post-”kiss” moments would be ripe soil for implanting triggers while the mind’s all ga-ga? (Then how to keep subject in state for duration? … sprinkle in mini-kiss triggers?).
I’m part of the untapped market for even a mere virtual kiss audio (having blue-lips currently), which audio would hopefully be extended, lengthened (like the listener) into much virtual kissing and then, well, whatever happens when girls go ‘Riding With Boys in Cars’. A fantasy session spinoff would be exponentially hot, too, esp. set in the 50s, with the innocent reluctance, the champagne-cork passion of repressed, religious virgin teens (Natalie Wood in ‘Splendor in the Grass’), the nervous butterflies of inexperience, all transmuted (eventually into the sexual revolution), immediately into lava-hot biological experimentation in back-seat labs parked in out-of-the-way spots mapped in every town (Scottsburg, IN, has Lover’s Lane) using lips, hands, radio ballads, lips, tongues, buttons, bras, breasts, alcohol, lips, trembling fingers, lips, nipples, areolae, uncontrolled breathing patterns, and the coaxing curve of surrender that seduces a “stop!” into a “don’t stop!” (no rape implied–it is bad). All due to the new catalyst of freedom called “cars”, which gave opportunity to generation of passionate, repressed, blooming teens who were hard up for chances to get “alone” w/ each other. Thus, 1st-time serious kissing–hot, blacking-out, melting, delirious kissing, & it’s various immediate sequelae).
Again, congratulations on the engagement. Congrats to Maurice, too. Even though you had been in a serious relationship (& probably know each other inside-out), it’s gotta take Titanium Balls to propose to “Isabella Valentine”. He’s The Man (as submissives CAN be, uh-huh, Amen).
Robert
P.S. If lottery odds prevails and you actually WERE to do any kiss induction stuff that was inspired by or, even more unlikely, modeled on my suggestions, could I get it/them for free? Although I am, I hate to admit, an attorney, I wouldn’t sue you for intellectual property or anything like that–the claim wouldn’t stick! Plus, my family, extended especially (wife’s parents are also high-volume charismatic pastors), would FREAK anyway. It’d all be up to you, obviously, but I would love access to any beta recordings, as they’re done (I’d sign, of course, a non-disclosure agreement, and if you don’t have one of those, you need one [they're easy]), and to the final product(s) (though I just might charge Exorbitant Fees for any editorial feedback prior to finalization [evil chuckle, echoing into silencio]).
P.P.S. Enjoy being a Hoosier while you can. (Yeah, right.) Whatever Hoosier means–I’ve never felt Hoosier, nor known what Hoosier feels like–but I think I’ve seen it (decent film). It’s like the U.S. Supreme Court’s classic definition of obscenity: “I know it when I see it.” Notice, they said nothing about hearing it….