Probably the act that gets me most excited is kissing men.
The man that knows how to kiss a woman is a God, stealing our strength and making us forget out names, our lives, the entire universe for the time he has us under that spell of soft lip on lip and caressing and drawing in.
I'm a gentle kisser, personally, brushing my soft lips so fucking gently against his, ghostly almost. I know its a tease, that the tongue is coaxed out to play, and like a good girl, my lips part and surrender to his tongue.
These pictures make me swoon. They capture exactly what I'm dreaming of.
As much of a skank as I surely am, I am just a girl, my soft yin seeking a strong yang in a man to touch me and make me feel safe.