What ever happened to the art of making out?

I remember when I was younger, I could make out with a guy for hours. No sex was involved. It never had to lead anywhere. It was just making out. We would just be sitting on the couch. He would look at me and lean in, I would smile, and then our lips would touch. I would pull away, look into his eyes and just know what he’s thinking. He just wants to be close and kiss me. I bite my lip and move a little closer. He touches my arm and we start kissing again. I can feel something happening in my skirt, but I’m not sure what it really is. All I know is that while were kissing and exploring each others bodies above our clothes, I am feeling so good.

After you have sex for the first time, that all seems to go away. Everything is just a prequel to the act of sex. Making out is considered something you do for a few minutes before the sex.

Nothing turns me on more than making out, even to this day. I wish I could do more of it. Why can’t we just slow down and just make out?

Original post by MorbidSilence