Does anyone else remember being a teenager and terrified of snogging? Perhaps you practised on your Westlife poster. Maybe the back of your hand. You might’ve been lucky enough to have a mate that was equally horrified of macking out, who promised to practise with you as long as you both made a blood oath never to tell.
Do you remember going in to your first snog? Brain in overdrive. Does my head go to the left or right? Do I open my mouth and seal it around his? Shall I pop a tongue in? Do I lick his or just leave it there? What do I do with my teeth?
Do you remember having a brace and picturing yourself gnarling up his mouth like some awful scene from a SAW film?
Early snogging was treacherous and unfound ground. But now, as a fully seasoned snogger and single grown up, I BLOODY LOVE IT.
In long term relationships, it can often be the first thing that goes. Those frenzied make out sessions that almost always ended in a little hubba hubba. Those moments of feeling like you can not have enough of the other person’s mouth, can soon lead way to chaste pecks on the lips.
In early relationships, snogging really is a deal breaker. I’ve spoken before about the ‘bitty flobby lip’ where I’ve kissed a guy who’s bottom lip seems to start at my chin and work its way up. I’ve been with guys that don’t use tongue. Are you married bro? What’s going on there? If your snog styles don’t sync, it’s just not going to work.
There is nothing that dampens the flames of passion quicker than someone with a darty tongue. One that pokes in and out and you’re never quite sure if you actually felt it or not. On the other hand, for me, there is nothing that dampens downstairs quicker than a seductive lip bite or tongue suck.
Snogging is the great dating surprise. When you first kiss the person you (hopefully) fancy (and aren’t just snogging them because you’re bored but can’t imagine they’re someone else) you learn so much about them. If they tug on your bottom lip with their teeth, it could indicate they’re a bit kinky or if they go straight in with a pile driver tongue it’s clear no one has told them about themselves.
Dancefloor snogs. Front of club snogs. Bar snogs. Walking home snogs. London Bridge snogs. In the rain snogs. SNOG SNOGS.
Ugh, can you tell I’m a fan?