The art of kissing, is it natural, or learned

i definately prefer the softer approach and more gradual. cant stand it wen they just launch themselves down ur throat or see how far they can get their tongue in

i definately prefer the softer approach and more gradual. cant stand it wen they just launch themselves down ur throat or see how far they can get their tongue in

Lol, too much detail maybe, wiwarin?

Nah, it comes with practice. I was rubbish at first, I think. Quite stiff, probably cos i was shy. Now its a whole different thing. I like the way you can communicate your desires and feelings through the way you kiss. Soft, lingering, urgent... My boyf says he can tell how i'm feeling by the way i kiss...

Natural. I surmise to have found no innate pleasure in it, except for the fact that it was with her; which is singularly what rendered it such a tender and gratifying experience (to myself, at least). My enjoyment may thus be deemed a psychological stigma; whether or not kissing can be pleasurable by and in itself, detached from one's emotional context, I am as yet inadequately qualified to judge. However, notwithstanding a lack of bases for comparison, I feel inclined toward a view that such reciprocal intimacy is indefinitely more gratifying when unified with a genuine, emotional desire.

For what it was, it felt naturally perfect inasmuch as it was perfectly natural. Nevertheless, I'd wager my perspective may be subject to alteration, pending further "investigation": I shall keep you posted

****ing hell, the poor girl.

There was nothing natural about that guy's reaction to kissing!

It should also be noted that inasmuch as kissing is an 'art', it cannot be 'learned'. Rather, that is the science of "tandem tongue attenuation", in crude terms.

And someone as erudite as you would know that "science" stems from the word meaning "to know" in Latin, whereas an art is an application of this knowledge. Which is definitely where I think kissing lies

What I lack in science, I should like to think I make up for with sheer and unabashed artistry.

Natural. I surmise to have found no innate pleasure in it, except for the fact that it was with her; which is singularly what rendered it such a tender and gratifying experience (to myself, at least). My enjoyment may thus be deemed a psychological stigma; whether or not kissing can be pleasurable by and in itself, detached from one's emotional context, I am as yet inadequately qualified to judge. However, notwithstanding a lack of bases for comparison, I feel inclined toward a view that such reciprocal intimacy is indefinitely more gratifying when unified with a genuine, emotional desire.

For what it was, it felt naturally perfect inasmuch as it was perfectly natural. Nevertheless, I'd wager my perspective may be subject to alteration, pending further "investigation": I shall keep you posted

Quite what I was inferring. At least, I hope that to have been apparent.

What I lack in science, I should like to think I make up for with sheer and unabashed artistry.

Well, it wasn't, and I don't really think that "attenuation" is the word you were looking for. Ah well.

As for any alleged "pretence" on my part: I believe ourselves to be re-treading ancient burial grounds. I am indeed exceedinly pretentious, and revel in it, perhaps somewhat self-consciously. Personally, I find it beneficial to mix the rather stolid business of communication - the "science", as it were - with a boundless pleasure of applied linguistics - to whit, the "art". Moreover, I joy in being heteroclite, and injecting some salient idiosyncratic RNA into an otherwise predominantly homogenous construct of like-minded posts. I love language, and our relationship is reciprocal; it is an ongoing tragedy that, all 'art' being subjective, many would take issue with the manner and execution of my posts: some are equivalently predisposed to minimalism as entities like Svidrigailov are not. But make no mistake: there is artistry in my pretension, and vice-versa.

Natural. I surmise to have found no innate pleasure in it, except for the fact that it was with her; which is singularly what rendered it such a tender and gratifying experience (to myself, at least). My enjoyment may thus be deemed a psychological stigma; whether or not kissing can be pleasurable by and in itself, detached from one's emotional context, I am as yet inadequately qualified to judge. However, notwithstanding a lack of bases for comparison, I feel inclined toward a view that such reciprocal intimacy is indefinitely more gratifying when unified with a genuine, emotional desire.

For what it was, it felt naturally perfect inasmuch as it was perfectly natural. Nevertheless, I'd wager my perspective may be subject to alteration, pending further "investigation": I shall keep you posted

Oh Profesh. The more posts of yours I read, the stupider I feel.

Another intruiging Nature Vs Nurture debate

shame only about 3 words were addressing the initial question....