I was thinking a few weeks ago that I haven’t had a great –
or- even any decent make out sessions in a while. By a while I mean a few years……::kicks
dust with steel-toe boot:: streets are dry these days…
One of the greatest tragedies of singleness these days is
the critical shortage of intimacy options. For fear that streets are burning,
having casual sex has lost a lot of its appeal to me since I really can’t
afford to have some one night tryst and consequently end up spending my entire morning
or afternoon commuting to the doctor and then to the pharmacy to get some meds.
Compounded with the fact that I don’t club like that and eye-candy disappeared approximately
back in 2008ish maybe?
But somewhere in the middle of these barren intimacy fields
lies the great (and now elusive as all hell) Make-Out Session or M.O.S. There’s
something about a great, sporadic, spontaneous M.O.S. that makes you feel like
you had an adventure. I LOVE adventures of the random, planned, and spontaneous
sort but It’s one of the things (after eye candy) that I miss about being
younger. It just felt like stumbling into nice lip-locking wrestles or the just-right
tongue-flickering/head tilting ratio were easier to come by. The joys of being
young…
You may have just met the eyes alone of your M.O.S. partner,
or maybe liquid courage allowed you to be emblazoned in the passion of a great
Friday night. No need for last names, no need for details about ANY situation.
The ONLY situation at hand is getting a taste of those juicy/plump/firm/red-polished/soft/sexy
[insert whatever you look for in
kissing partners here] lips and finding the apropos venue to have it out. A
great M.O.S. works those invisible kinks
out. The invisible kinks undergird the bullshit du-jour & stress which
causes those life-bumps we all hate but can’t avoid. The effort of being
proactive and keeping the road paved and kink free creates a smoother ride and
for this very reason – M.O.S.’ are
sorely missed in my arsenal of stress-relieving and small adventure/juicy
brunch-gossip inducing activities. …I’m just going to pour some liquor for my M.O.S.’
that’s gone…
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