Stolen Kisses

Stolen Kisses

Kisses – they’re great aren’t they? From the kiss on a cheek you share with a friend or acquaintance, to the sloppy, drool filled ones from little kids that are absolutely disgusting and wonderfully darling all at the same time. A kiss is so adaptable and can mean many different things.

I’m a big fan myself and now of course, the majority of my kisses are saved for Mr Divine, the kids being beyond the point where kissing mum is cool. Well past in fact, being in the same room with mum isn’t really cool any more. Ah, they grow up so fast.

Anyway, I was talking about snogs and my husband is really good with his lips. Wow. Thorough, gentle, rough when needed and Cher had it right, it’s definitely in his kiss.

My first kiss was with a lad called Rick, we were both in the same year at secondary but in different forms and I’d watched him from afar for a long while. My mate Charlotte set us up on a date and to be honest, I was shocked when he turned up at the cinema right on time. I was expecting to be stood up, wondering if it was just a cruel joke, but it wasn’t!

He was a lovely lad, good looking, charming but he wasn’t blessed in the art of the snog. Oh no, definitely not. My stomach still churns when I think about it. That much spit should be illegal! Needless to say, we never went out again but I’ll never forget my first kiss. Bleh.

Sometimes it’s easy to skip the earlier stages of the sexual dance. Any modern woman feels the constraints of a busy life I’m sure. Quite often when I’m spending quality time with Mr Divine I’ll want him to skip to the good bit ASAP because as much as I’m in the moment with him I know I’ve got a to do list still to do or the kids will be running through the door at any minute.

But today Mr Divine and I made out. We didn’t particularly mean to, I was giving him his usual goodbye peck on the lips before he left for work. I felt like my lips were stuck to his, then my hands sneaked around his waist and before I knew it he was running his fingers up into my hair and the short kiss turned into a full make out session.

One child made a disgusted noise and the other told us we were too old to be playing tonsil hockey in the hall. Mr Divine and I both laughed and reluctantly parted so he could go to work and I could do the school run.

I’ve had a big smile on my lips all day since, diary. My lips feel pleasantly sore and I keep touching them and licking them. I swear I can still taste him. My body is fizzing with positive energy and I don’t know how I’m going to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day but I tell you what, I can’t wait to continue that kiss when he gets home from work!