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Kiss Me Slow, Feed Me Whole
Why tongue-drenched kissing is the most sacred sex ritual
Let’s get something straight.
You think sex starts with penetration. I used to think that too — until I started kissing someone for over an hour and realized I had never truly been in someone’s body until that moment. No hands. No genitals. Just tongues, lips, breath, spit, and presence. Nothing else existed. And I swear to whatever gods you believe in — it was better than an orgasm.
You’ve been sold fast foreplay and lazy makeouts.
What you need is worship.
The Most Erotic Thing You Can Do Is Kiss Without Trying to Fuck
Not a peck. Not a tongue jab. I’m talking hours of deep, slow, hungry kissing. The kind where saliva drips. Where you forget whose mouth is whose. Where you moan into their lips because the connection is that primal.
That’s not a warm-up.
That’s the ritual.
Kissing like that floods your nervous system with oxytocin and dopamine. It lowers cortisol. It tells your body, “This is safe. This is sacred. Stay.”
Dr. Helen Fisher, a biological anthropologist and author of Anatomy of Love, explains that saliva exchange during…
