Name: Unknown

To get fucked without a kiss feels like prostitution work. Hookers are known to not kiss; a kiss creates feelings. I’d never known that feeling; what could it be like to allow yourself to give your body to somebody without allowing your lips to touch?

We say so much from our lips; they feed us and are the start to feeling the world as we use them when we are kids to suck the milk from our mother’s breasts. As we first put any and every object to our lips to feel their presence, our first lollipop we suck after a doctor’s appointment or the cold shock of ice cream on a hot summery day.

A kiss means so much to me; each man is different in their approach, some more like roosters pecking away at their food, others like dogs slobbering all over you, mixing their saliva with yours. A kiss can be a deal breaker, if it’s too intense or not enough. The biting of your lips until they’re raw or exploring your mouth with their tongues. I’d experienced all these kinds of affection just with one kiss.

Hard to rule what is superior, but needless to say, a kiss is always intimate. A say of affection or love for someone, a hello or goodbye. So what is it like to eliminate that entirely? Does sex feel the same without our lips meeting another?

I was still in my hoe era, cruising for another catch. On my way in the middle of the night to find some cute enough guy I thought might be a good time. He fell asleep, and I figured I couldn’t give up and waste a perfectly clear douche; the show must go on. So I pulled up Grindr again and kept perusing until another faceless profile caught my attention. We had apparently talked before, so I figured if I didn’t block him, he mustn’t be too bad.

He said “let’s link up,” and I agreed. Not even sure if he said his name; definitely didn’t show me a pic of himself. I just committed to the vibe. He suggested we could chill at a park and ride, smoke a joint together, and feel out the energy, but the moment I got in his little beater, he was hot, and I assumed he felt the same with me because he was like “let’s go back to my place.” He said typically that wasn’t his vibe. He didn’t bring people home, but I’ve heard it all before.

He snuck me into his room, which was clean and beautifully built. City Girls was playing on the TV, and my ass was meant to shake to a song like that. My clothes made their way to the ground, and my ass started to jiggle.

Before long, I’d drop to my knees and start to use my lips for their intended purpose this night. Gagging, getting sloppy as he moaned. We’d make our way to the bed, and he’d pound me in every direction.

Until the point I was sitting on his lap, holding myself up as he fuck me so fast and rough that the moment his hand made contact with my joystick, I’d explode.

Maybe a twenty-minute affair, but not a single moment that our lips met. Interesting how that would turn out to be one of the only times I’d cum hands-free, let alone on hormones, which that only made any occasion more complicated.

So it would be my first, not even remembering his name, and not a single kiss that night. So to answer the question is it the same? I argue no, nothing feels as lovely as a kiss.