Sometimes a kiss is just a chocolate confection
“Would you like a kiss?” I asked her, carefully freeing the chocolate from its foil wrapper.
“No, but I’ll have a real kiss.” The actress winked at me when she said this. She had delicate features, pale skin. She wore a purple wig with little green horns protruding from the top.
“Are you making a move on me young lady?”
“I think I am.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of this; I’d seen her canoodling with a friend. After all I’ve seen and done it still surprises me when women appear to operate on my wavelength. Her lips melted into mine. It was delightful.
I ran into her at Madame X a few days later. Bespectacled now, no longer wearing the costume she’d worn to the party, she looked like a sexy librarian, like a hot nerd, like the “ugly” girl in one of those coming-of-age movies (who inevitably transforms into a supermodel as soon as she lets her hair down). “You are a woman of a thousand faces,” I told her.
Little did I know how true this was.
Addressing Leslie now, the actress said: “Sit down… I’m going to give you guys a lap dance.” I remained standing, and as the girl undulated over Leslie’s lap she backed her firm ass against me. As the night wound down we sat together on a comfortable couch. The actress pulled down the top of her blouse and offered me a very pink and very erect nipple. “Put your mouth on me,” she intoned, smiling. There was something sweet in her voice — her request didn’t sound at all like a demand.
I offered her my index finger. When she took it into her mouth it seemed like a promise of things to come…
We never did fulfill that promise though: her boldness had been for show. I suppose it made sense, her being an actress. After two tepid dates I summoned my newfound powers of saying ‘no’ and delivered the dreaded words. Let’s. Just. Be. Friends.
It has been asked why men are so often hesitant around a forward woman. Perhaps it’s that women are so often content to nip at the edges of sex. We can never be certain what anything means. Sometimes a kiss is just a chocolate confection — sweet and delightful and forgotten in an instant.
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dj | Nov 20, 10:52 AM | #
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Anothernonymous | Nov 20, 09:45 PM | #
Yeah, I don’t get that. If I’m not going to finish, I don’t want to start—I don’t enjoy being wound up without release. But not all men want to get down to business, either: some can’t anymore, others aren’t allowed (their relationship rules don’t permit).
I get not being to someone’s taste, not being attractive to them, but why start something if you’re not interested in finishing it?
Hatamoto | Dec 18, 09:10 AM | #
I’ve asked that exact question: “Why flirt so heavily if you’re not willing to take it all the way?”
Her answer: “It’s enough for me to know you want to fuck me. I don’t need to actually be fucked.”
For her, it was like sex-lite: all of the ego stroking with none of the messy seminal fluids or knotted hair.
In a way it’s a little like the female equivalent to what some men do: some men promise the world, plus lifelong fidelity, in exchange for sex and then disappear once they get it. These women promise sex in exchange for feeling desirable and then disappear once they get their ego boost.
After a while you can develop a sense of who is playing the ‘virgin slut’ role and who is serious, but only at the cost of experience.
Lex | Dec 19, 01:40 AM | #
Hatamoto — It’s not that I disagree with what you’re saying, because you’re absolutely right, but how much more experience could I possibly need? The older I get the more I think getting laid is like hitting a knuckleball: just swing the bat and pray.
Seumas | Jan 21, 05:20 PM | #
In a way, while frustrating, it is also kind-of beautiful.
And, sometimes flirting is just flirting, which I suspect our illustrious author meant by his title.
Hell, getting a chance to suck on a nice nipple is nothing to complain about!
Another thing to consider is that some people (not just girls) talk bigger than they are willing to go, thinking they will either impress or shock their audience. They build their flirtations out of insecurity. Much like the proverbial dog chasing a car ~ it doesn’t know what it would do if it caught one.