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A Kiss is but a Kiss...

...or is it?

A kiss wields enormous power.

In 1923, the 'French Kiss' catches on, and when Britisn and American women got wind of the sensual kissing style, they soon dubbed it the 'French Kiss,' which was intended as a slander toward their 'oversexed' Eurpean sisters.

But...they soon caught on to the sensual power of the 'French Kiss' and soon lots of American and British women were 'tonguing it' - and realized, they were on to something good!

I don't think that American and British men minded at all.

Why would they? LOL

In 2003, viewers' jaws dropped when they witnessed the smooch beteween pop stars Madonna and Britney Spears at the MTV Video Music Awards. (I'm sure British and American men enjoyed that, too!). Sensational? Yeah, depending on your take. Powerful? You bet. The kiss, that one single act of making love, elicits sensation like no other act of making love does.

Look at Snow White. Take one princess who is the fairest in the land, plus one Prince Charming, and you have a classic love story. Why? All it took was...a kiss.

In ancient Rome, a husband kissed his wife after he came home from a hard day's work. It wasn't the usual 'Hi honey! I'm home' kind of kiss. It was used to determine if his wife had been hitting the bottle all day and having a grand old time with a keg of wine. Talk about the power of a kiss! I guess if the missus imbibed just a bit of wine, she was screwed. No pun intended, but maybe, the Roman hubby thought he had a chance of some evening delights with his wife if she did have a few drinks before he came home.

The sensual power of a kiss cannot be denied. Check out this excerpt from DIARY OF A MAD ESCORT (available from

He walked over to her and grabbed her free hand in a gentle yet inexorable grip, pulling her until she lay flush against him. His body felt good—too good—like his touch. Big, warm…solid. Fatigue washed over her. Grace wanted to sink against him, to “give over” like he said.
She heard the click of the lock in the handcuff, felt him ease it from her wrist. He reached down and grasped her head between his large hands and kissed her on the mouth, a mere whisper, a bare caress of her lips. Grace stood there, motionless, as his lips played with hers. Alex’s mouth felt warm, soft, his lips silky smooth. His minty breath tickled her nostrils, the heady scent filling her with restless urgency. She clutched his shirtfront, swaying into him. He released her face, winding his arm around her back, his muscled forearm supporting her body as he tilted her head back into the crook of his arm and kissed the breath from her lungs.
Grace’s head swam again, but this time, she blamed her hormones. Alex trailed a path of fiery kisses across her cheek, down her jaw, ending right behind her ear. Then he lifted his head to study her face for a moment before he swooped down to capture her lips with his.
Her body burned with need. No man ever kissed her like this—not her loser of a husband, none of the men she “facilitated”. In fact, none of those men she “facilitated” kissed her…ever.
When she felt his cock swell in response, she pushed away. “Don’t do that again,” she spat.
He raised one wheat-coloured brow. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
She shook her head no, but she couldn’t say the word.
“You enjoyed it…a lot. And so did I.”
Grace trailed a finger across his chin, revelling in the smooth feel. Standing on her tip-toes, she grabbed hold of his shirtfront. “Now do you want to fuck?” she purred in his ear.
He wound his arm around her waist and tugged her close, his lean, golden face in hers. “Don’t talk that way.”
She squirmed. “Why? Isn’t that what you want?”
Grace pushed at his chest. “All men want that.”
He shook his head. “No, Grace, that’s not all men want.”
She snorted. “Like you’re different. You’re not, you’re…”
“I want passion.”
She stood stock still.
“I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
Grace swallowed back her surprise and fear. “Like I’ll ever want you.”
He smiled and tucked some of her hair behind one ear. The brush of his fingers against her lobe rained shivers down her spine. “Is that a challenge?” he asked, his voice deep and languid.
“I’ll never give in to you.”
“Wanna bet?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re crazy.”
“Maybe,” he toyed with a few strands of her hair, sticking his nose into the strands. “See? Even the smell of your hair drives me wild, Grace. My senses are heightened when I’m around you.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Perhaps I am. Let’s see how long you can resist, Grace, let’s see if I can’t arouse your senses and make you want me.”
Shit! He was crazy.
His face turned serious, every line, every angle intensified as he cupped her face in his hands again and kissed her lips. “Are you up to the challenge?”
Grace took a deep breath, her thoughts in a wild jumble. She had been with hundreds of men. She could handle Alex.
“Well?” he raised a brow. “Afraid? I promise you’ll be safe, Grace. You have my word.”
Safe? Sure, he’d keep her safe.
But she’d have to guard her heart, for this side of Alex was something new…different…
“Grace?” He bent his head and gazed into her eyes. “You won’t regret it.”
She was already. “Yes,” slipped from her mouth. “You’re on.”He grinned. “Let the games begin.”

copyright 2008 by Catherine Chernow

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