It all started with one kiss.
It started with one kiss.
The type of kiss that usually is only held in mental archives as the romantic fodder of movies. It was simple enough. The memory runs through my head often enough as it is the moment when the trajectory of life for me had been changed.
Us sitting on that sofa and going through music playlists to set the background chill of a game of friendly darts. I knew I was attracted to him, however I had always lived under my veil of being married where I could enjoy being with a friend without the worry of going into the territory of promiscuity.
There seemed to be no veil there at that moment however. That or the veil had been lifted by 4 hands in unison. I looked at him. I remember the blue light of the screen in front of us which seemed to be the third party in this discretion. His eyes were so dark. I don’t even know what prompted either of us to cross this boundary. We had known each other for a long time.
But like those movies, it was instantaneous and mutual movement toward each other’s lips. Kissing like we had been in this same scene myriad times. Natural and intense. His pushing of his tongue into my mouth felt a bit immature at first — it didn’t have the slow exploration of the usual movement through sensuality and its first…
