Making out is better than oral sex, end of discussion

tips

lust  • 

Making out is better than oral sex, end of discussion

First base is the best base

I'm going to say this once and once only: making out is better than oral sex.

Not sex — I'm not that insane. But when it comes down to it, I'd much rather make out until the sun rises than lay there while you unsuccessfully navigate my anatomy.

Making out is a lost art. The older you get and the more experience you have the more it seems that making out falls to the wayside. It becomes the gatekeeper that leads to more exciting paths. It's a rest stop, not a destination and you know what? It deserves to be the main event sometimes.

Making out deserves to shine because in the end, it's better than oral sex.

I'm not trying to knock oral sex, but the truth is it can be hit or miss.

And when it's a miss, it's a bigggggg swing and a miss. It's a strikeout. It's a complete and utter disaster and you're laying there, staring at the ceiling, going over your grocery list instead of being overwhelmed by pleasure.

Oral sex should not make you remember to buy paper towels and yogurt. It should make you forget everything — your name, your age, what year it is. Oral sex should make you forget who the fuck you are. It should be an out of body experience and if it's not, then it's really not worth it.

But making out… making out is good. Making out is great, even. Remember when you were an innocent, pure, doe-eyed ingenue in high school and all you wanted was to kiss someone? Like the concept of anything more that kissing was overwhelming but kissing… you lived for kissing. You watched all of your Disney Channel heroes kiss and nothing more.

Kissing was the ultimate goal and you waited and waited until you could finally kiss. That anticipatory glee has been lost. Cast off the way your bra is cast off quickly and haphazardly.

But let's keep our bras on a bit longer. Let's start with slow, passionate kisses as we sit next to each other. Then, let's ramp things up by getting on top. Let's run our fingers through each other's hair. Kiss each other's necks. Let's bite lips and suck tongues. Then pull back, take it slow again. Tease each other. Let's make out until we have to stop because we physically can't breathe and need to catch air.

Let's make out until we have to go to Duane Reade to buy chapstick because our lips have been rubbed raw.

I never get tired of making out. I could make out any day, any time. Against a wall in a bar. On the street. In a bathroom. Backstage at a concert. Anywhere. It's fun. It's exciting. It's a true test of chemistry.

But oral sex? It's a coin-flip. Either it's good or it's not. Half the time it's not even reciprocated. People are scared of nether regions sometimes. But lips? Lips are good. They're magical. They work wonders.

Making out is better than oral sex. You know I'm right.

@jenniferficarra