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Website Index:
Introduction
(Home Page)
Different Kinds of Kisses
Why
People Kiss
Why
Kissing Is Pleasant
Approved Methods of Kissing
Kisses are Preludes to Love
Preparing for the Kiss
How
to Approach a Girl
The Techniques of Kissing
How To
Kiss Girls With Different Mouth Sizes
Enjoy
the Thrills of Kissing
The
French "Soul" Kiss
Put
Variety Into Your Kisses
The
"Vacuum" Kiss
The "Spiritual" Kiss
The
"Eyelash" Kiss
The
"Pain" Kiss
The
"Nip" Kiss
Seducing With Kisses
Variation Kisses Are The Spice of Love
Electric Kissing Parties
The
Dancing Kiss
The
Surprise Kiss
Kissing Under the Mistletoe
Kissing Games
Kissing 101 - Step By Step Illustrations
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The "Pain" Kiss
A
while back, mention was made of the "Pain kiss." It is
with this seemingly paradoxical pleasure that we shall
deal with now. First of all, it is necessary to explain
that, although an act can be painful, it can still be
pleasurable. The explanation is merely another
indication of the variability of human nature. To begin,
there are some people who derive an extreme pleasure out
of being whipped or burned or beaten. There is no
rational explanation for this strange, delight. The fact
remains that they react pleasurably to pain. These
people are called masochists. Similarly, there are other
people who derive the same pleasure out of being the
ones who inflict pain or perform the beating. Their
abnormality, too, is inexplicable. They are called
sadists.
The
point is this: these people have these strange desires
in extremes. But normal people have similar desires but
they are not so strong. They are present only in minute
degrees. That is why some of us deliberately uncover
ourselves in cold weather or continue to pick at a sore
tooth although the act pains us. It is for this reason
that most of us are able to derive pleasure from the
"pain kiss."
The
"pain kiss" is simply a tiny bite, a love nip.
Catullus, who knew his kissing, if we are to judge from
the many poems he left on the subject, once rote:
Whom wilt thou for thy lover choose?
Whose shall they call thee, false one, whose?
Who shall thy darted kisses sip,
While thy keen love-bites scar his lip?
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