Kissing, for whatever reason, had always felt more intimate than fucking. The latter could be done for the sole purpose of busting a nut or making a baby. Kissing, however, was completely fucking unnecessary. It always felt like I was sending a message I didn’t mean or making promises I didn’t intend to keep. So, yeah, kissing was out. It was too affectionate, too personal, and most of the women I’ve encountered had never measured up.
