It was just a kiss, so it’s not cheating, is it?
I have many male friends, or better said, most of my friends are male and from most I have received a kiss at some point. Or some points. On my cheek. Or cheeks. Nothing to worry about. Not for me, not for them, not for their girlfriends. Usually, their girlfriends were present anyway.
But still. This kiss… wow. But it was just a kiss, so it’s nothing special, is it?
I mean, it was at his work of all places. No romantic dinner, no fireplace, no candlelight. In dirty outdoor clothes. And all these smelly clothes were still on. Not even a quick touch under a shirt or a gentle stroke over a pants. Nothing like that. So, it shouldn’t be anything to worry about. Should it?
But still. I can’t forget about this kiss. What a kiss. I never had a kiss like that before.
Maybe it was the look in his eyes when he closed the door behind me. Or maybe it was the confident way he turned the lights off, so people wouldn’t be able to look inside. Maybe it was the rough wooden wall, which chafed my back as he pressed me against it, bit too hard but oh, so incredible hot. Maybe it was the eagerness of his tongue, going in a out of my mouth without a single pause, stroking my lips inside and outside, being everywhere, making everything wet and still eager for more. Or maybe it was the rhythm of his hips, his swollen pants pressing hard against my belly, every thrust timed perfectly with the movement of his tongue over my wet lips.
It was just a kiss, nothing more, but I never knew I could peak with just a kiss.