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I have one deal breaker. Mae West says kissing is a man’s signature. Signature or not, it also tells you everything you need to know about a man. 1 Year, 10 Projects, 100 Discoveries started with 10 Guys, 10 Weeks, 10 Drinks. The sequel is 10 Kisses, 10 Tastes. This post is part of that project. You can see all 10 kisses here and the entire project here. Get ready to pucker up, I am!
I know one man that will never look at a red light the same again. Duncan (not his real name) is built like my “typical” type – six feet tall, secretly a red head and with the physique of a basketball player. His steel gray eyes twinkle when I take his scarcastic comments and throw out something even better.
Truth be told, our first kiss was actually on the dance floor. You know the type. After some liquid libations and bodies pressed together, you can’t help but tilt your head and share a private moment in a very public space. But, the kiss in his black, BMW Z4 was one that he’s sure to never forget. Being a tease, it was one “kiss” I started and then only continued at red lights. Duncan picked up the “game” fast, begging for all the lights to be red and the taste of forbidden.
The discovery? Maybe my “typical” type isn’t the right fit for me. While Duncan might never look at his car the same way again, I’m still waiting for my red light moment.
[…] coming and you dread and yearn for them at the same time. I knew the goodbye kiss with Duncan (not his real name) was coming hours before it happened. I like to think we both tried to stretch […]
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