The scene reads like this: [Imagine Ryan as a cute little Canadian who’s afraid of flying but who’s flying to Paris anyway to win back her lover who’s run off with a French goddess and Kline as a hilarious but charming French thief with an accent is as thick as they come. This conversation is one of many that they have after finding themselves seated next to each other on the plane to France.]

LUC: How old were you when you lost it?
KATE (confused): It? What ‘it’?
LUC: You know. It. Your flower.
Kate: My flower? My flow-(realizes). My flower is none of your business!
LUC: I ask you because some people, they rush toward the fateful moment, the body is bursting to discover. Others, they guard it like some precious gift, and they wait and wait.
KATE: You, I suppose, rushed?
LUC (agrees): Like a bull.
KATE (disgustedly): I have a picture in my mind. It’s very clear.
LUC (unabashed): A young bull.
KATE (curious): How young?
LUC: 13 
KATE (surprised): 13!         
LUC: No, you are right. I was (thinks) 12. Her name was Magda. She was a putain, a prostitute. She lived just outside of my town.  Just by a little bridge. She was...not beautiful, but she had this mouth...Ah, there was another world waiting there. But I did not have the money for the kissing, only for the... you know (gestures).
KATE (confused): I don’t understand.
LUC (explains): To kiss a prostitute, it costs more. It has always been.
KATE: That makes sense. A kiss is so intimate. You could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss...(dreamily) Two people's lips together, their breath, a little bit of their soul...(catches herself) All I mean is that a kiss is where the romance is.
LUC: Oui, that is what I thought back then. So the next day, I stole francs from my brother Antoine. I went back and kissed Magda for half an hour. It was very good.  (looks expectantly at Kate) Now you. KATE: Now me what?
LUC: Your turn. I tell you. Now you tell me. I am all ears.
KATE: All right, yeah. No, I didn't...I didn't rush. You were right. But I didn't hide from it either. I wanted it to be great. I was 18. (ruefully) Jeff the jock.  My basement.  Valentine's Day.  Jeopardy! in the background. (explains to Luc) It's a game show on TV.
LUC: Oui, Jeopardy! We have it.
KATE: Jeff said it would last longer with the show on to distract him. He got all the answers wrong except for sports. By Double Jeopardy, he was done. (wrinkles her nose at the memory) By Final Jeopardy, he was on his way home. So. Yeah. The first time was bad…

*    *     *

My first time wasn’t as romantic as Luc’s but thankfully not as disastrous as Kate’s. But if I had to lean towards an adjective it wouldn’t be a very flattering one. The only thing that made it worthwhile was the person I was with: him as an individual and my relationship with him which was and still is one of the most important in my life.
  
He was my first boyfriend. We aren’t together now, but we were for a long, long time. And during all that time, we didn’t have sex. And by ‘all that time’ I’m talking years. In our defense though, there was never any proper opportunities to do anything very much those days. Parents were always in the way, he didn’t have a car etc. I guess we could have if we really, really wanted to make it happen, but at that age, I was ruled much too much by the fear of getting caught and also by uncertainty about whether I was ready for the ‘big step’. So yes: I blame myself thoroughly. If he had his way I would have ceased to be a virgin a long, long time ago (boys!). To his credit, he was incredibly patient. Not everyone would have been, especially in this respect.

It was also a case of really bad timing: when we really wanted to do it, there was just no opportunity to be completely alone for that length of time. But when we were finally ready to take the risk, or should have been ready, the relationship was on a downward trend and I just didn’t want to take that step without knowing if I even wanted to be with him in the first place. Later, when we broke up, I figured my choice a good one.

So we ended up having sex after we’d broken up. How did that happen, you ask?

My answer is brief and rather unromantic:  It had been a while since we broke up and we were both single, both rather frustrated after a drought period in which there had been no men or women in sight for either of us. So we sort of decided to do it on a whim. Yup. That’s it.

It wasn’t the most ideal situation. It wasn’t every girl’s dream of how it would happen – it was certainly the furthest thing from my idea of the perfect first time. But that’s just it, isn’t it? There’s probably no such thing as the perfect first time. If you’ve had one, you’re lucky. But I also think there’s something about that awkwardness of losing your virginity, of not knowing quite what to do, of fumbling to get to those positions which look so amazing on screen but are actually quite difficult to adjust to when you’re trying it out in the beginning, of getting used to the new, uncomfortable but oddly exciting sensations, of wondering whether you like them or not, that make even the not-so-great experiences sort of precious all the same.

For me, it felt strangely right. This boy had been an enormous part of my life and growing-up process. I trusted him implicitly and even though I wasn’t exactly in love with him, I did love him. Very much. As stupidly sentimental as all this sounds, it was true at the time.

I was nervous before it happened – but only because I was afraid of the pain. Honestly, I just wanted to get the first time over and done with. I wanted to get to the part where it would feel good. I knew the first time wouldn’t. And I was right. I have zero tolerance for pain so even anticipating it freaked me out. We’d tried sex a few times when we were together but I was so tense with that awful anticipation that the attempts ended hardly before they had begun.

It was a vicious cycle: We were both scared, me much more than him. The fear made me tense and the tenseness killed my sex drive. I was pretty much closed for business, so to speak. He would try to enter me, distracting me with those sweet little kisses that usually drove me crazy, but they just didn’t work. All my thoughts were concentrated on that spot between my legs and what was happening there. Two seconds into it and I’d be wincing in pain, my whole body clenching, rejecting. He would be watching me – I still remember his worried eyes, scanning my face for the slightest sign of discomfort. And the moment he saw one, he’d stop, not being able to bear hurting me even a little. It was incredibly touching. At least it is when I think about it now. At the time, it was driving me crazy. Part of me wanted the pain to just stop, for us to just forget it, but the other part knew that all it would take was one awful thrust and the worst of it would be over. At one point and threw up my hands in frustration and tearfully demanded him to just do it and to forget about whether he hurt me or not. He was almost in tears himself. “I just can’t hurt you” he said finally. Knowing that it was that uncomfortable and difficult for me had turned him off completely. He had lost his erection. We gave up. I think we were both too upset about it at the time to try again. He kept saying it was ok, moving closer to hold me but I just turned away and tried to sleep, not wanting to look at him.

Now, a number of years later, I was determined not to let the pain get the better of me. I think he was determined too, but for other reasons. He had slept with a couple of people after we broke up but it was important to him that he was my first. He wasn’t quite over me; it hadn’t been his decision to end things.

When we met on the day we had planned (I know – we had to ‘plan’ it which, on its own, was pretty awful) to make it happen and I was fidgety and restless. The fear of the pain was getting to me again. I should have had some wine before coming, I kept admonishing myself, but there was no hope for it, because my mother kept sharp tabs on her good red wine and would have noticed even a sip missing. Mothers have a weird sixth sense like that. I would have been much more nervous if it was anyone else other than him though. I had no reason to be awkward or embarrassed with him. It was him. When I saw him as we walked towards each other I could tell he was just barely reigning in his smile. I knew he was reading more into this than he should have but, as cruel as it sounds, I didn’t care, just because I knew that either way, he would want this to happen. We would talk later and sort things out. It’s funny. Writing this makes me realize fully only now how well tuned to each other we both were.

That great saying about “location, location, location”………just didn’t apply here. No candle-lit, rose-petal covered bedroom for us. No incense and bath oils. We opted for the seedy hotel room thing. I can safely say, that was the first and last time I’m doing that but still, at the time it was rather thrilling precisely because of its rather scandalous nature. Again, it was being with him that made the experience exciting as opposed to…erm…trashy.

The room was pretty bare. Functional and clean. The bar fridge had one (un-iced) coke which I refused to drink (calories) and besides, there was no bottle opener anyway so the choice was taken care of for us. There was a TV but I don’t think it worked. Thankfully the a/c was up and running. We both took in our surroundings curiously. Everything made us laugh – we were nervous and excited at the same time.

He held my hand tight and pulled me to him.

We fooled around for a while, kissing, teasing, taking ages to undress. I had my sexy red lace lingerie on. [Possibly the only sexy lingerie I owned then. Embarrassingly, not much has changed since. Note to self: must go shopping. Soon.]

The lingerie drove him crazy.

Every now and then we’d crack jokes about how insane this all was and giggle madly. He could never resist abusing my ticklishness so at one point he grabbed me and tickled me unmercifully, expertly dodging my flailing arms and legs, a skill nurtured through years of practice. We always knew how to play with each other, which was one of the best things about us as a couple. It was as if not a day had been lost since that period of our relationship when things were really good. I felt a jolt of longing for what we had but also knew that I was feeling like that mostly for sentimental reasons.

Things built up almost without us realizing. One second it was all about foreplay, and the next, our kisses became hard and passionate. His hand found its way between my legs. Since we had spent most of our years together satisfying each other ways other than sex, we had got the rest down pat. He was able to get me off in a matter of minutes – I could have come faster but I fought to stave off the orgasm until at least a few minutes had passed.

I alternated between giving him a hand job and a blow job and since I had that perfected too, he was close in a few minutes himself. He didn’t allow me to make him come but instead moved to straddle me. The moment had arrived. I could feel my pulse picking up, my body turning to stone. I forced myself to relax, lifting myself up to kiss him hard on the mouth. Like last time, my thoughts were centered around what I knew would happen seconds from now. I breathed in his ear “just do it. now” and he did.

The pain made me see stars. He wasn’t all the way in so he thrust again. I let out an involuntary gasp of pain and clenched my eyes shut, feeling tears squeeze out from under them. He was beginning to panic seeing my reaction but I turned my head to the side, eyes still shut tight and muttered to him to keep going. I was dry as a bone and that made it hurt more but I forced my legs up around his waist and tried to move with him. After a while, he pulled out of me, unable to bear seeing me like that any longer and we both got our breath back. I felt giddy with relief that it was over and that we’d finally done ‘it’. He knew exactly how I was feeling. He rolled over and kissed me lightly, grinned and said “You’re not a virgin anymore” and I let out a childish whoop and we both started to laugh. I ran to the loo to check if I was bleeding but I wasn’t.

We had sex again before we decided we should leave, and it wasn’t great this time either but it was slightly better. Neither of us came, but that was ok – it was a definite improvement from our previous attempts, we were happy with what we got! We did other things to get each other off and then left. Overall, it was fun. When it was time to leave, we didn’t want to. 

Before we had to part ways again for Uni and things, we had sex a few more times. Every single time hurt, which was really worrying for me at the time. I childishly resigned myself to the idea that I would never like it, and that it would always feel uncomfortable. Thank god I was wrong.

It wasn’t the best ‘first-time’ story but I’m sort of glad it happened that way. There was no one else I could have even dreamed of doing it with for the first time. I think he felt a lot of guilt about not being able to make it feel that great for me, but it wasn’t his fault. It was mine. I was still crowded with inhibitions of all sorts, I wasn’t sure of what to do, I was still anticipating pain and probably magnifying it in my head so that my enjoyment was minimal and god only knows what else. I feel no guilt about that though – this was something new, something huge and something which scared me. I had every right to feel that way. But I have since learned that, when it comes to sex, especially during the first time, letting go and going with what your instinct tells you is the best bet. Doing it with someone you can trust with anything and everything is also a huge plus. It definitely was for me. He is the only reason I still cherish that memory, as awkward and painful (literally) as it was.

Oh. You may be interested to know that this happened only about a year and a half ago. So sex is still a relatively new phenomenon for me. But oh my. I do love it.

Any first time stories to share? Luc, Kate and I have told you ours. Now it’s your turn.

Go.

Whatever else is going on when we kiss, our evolutionary history is embedded within this tender, tempestuous act. In the 1960s British zoologist and author Desmond Morris first proposed that kissing might have evolved from the practice in which primate mothers chewed food for their young and then fed them mouth-to-mouth, lips puckered. Chimpanzees feed in this manner, so our hominid ancestors probably did, too. Pressing outturned lips against lips may have then later developed as a way to comfort hungry children when food was scarce and, in time, to express love and affection in general. The human species might eventually have taken these proto-parental kisses down other roads until we came up with the more passionate varieties we have today.

Whatever the beginning, it sure does feel good, doesn't it?

Since kissing evolved, the act seems to have become addictive. Human lips enjoy the slimmest layer of skin on the human body, and the lips are among the most densely populated with sensory neurons of any body region. When we kiss, these neurons, along with those in the tongue and mouth, rocket messages to the brain and body, setting off delightful sensations, intense emotions and physical reactions.

Of the 12 or 13 cranial nerves that affect cerebral function, five are at work when we kiss, shuttling messages from our lips, tongue, cheeks and nose to a brain that snatches information about the temperature, taste, smell and movements of the entire affair. Some of that information arrives in the somatosensory cortex, a swath of tissue on the surface of the brain that represents tactile information in a map of the body. In that map, the lips loom large because the size of each represented body region is proportional to the density of its nerve endings.

Kissing unleashes a cocktail of chemicals that govern human stress, motivation, social bonding and sexual stimulation.

Antibody vs kissing disease

French kiss dapat menyebabkan pertukaran virus antara 2 orang yang dapat mengakibatkan penyakit mononucleosis (kissing disease), lucunya hal ini malah meningkatkan sistem anti bodi, eits jangan keburu senang dulu, coz

Ciri-ciri kissing disease :

Radang tenggorokan

Batuk

Hilang nafsu makan

berat badan turun

Muntah-muntah

Susah nafas

Kulit dan mata bewarna kuning

Kalau kita mengalami hal ini, cepat-cepat ke dokter dan hindari makanan atau minuman yang berdekatan dengan orang lain karena bisa menulari orang tersebut. Di Amerika, pernah terjadi kematian, gara-gara kasus ini. jadi hati-hati ya. . .!

Moisten your lips. Dry lips do not move well together, but you do not want them to be dripping wet either. Just a light brush of your tongue over your lips will be sufficient to moisten them. A little bit of lip balm can help, too, but be warned, lipstick can be awfully messy so blot before you kiss.

Angle your head. If your mouths meet dead-on, your noses will get in the way, and you will not be able to kiss deeply or smoothly. To avoid this, tilt your head slightly to one side. Make sure you do not both tilt your heads to the same side.

Close your eyes. As you approach for the kiss, look into your partner’s eyes, but, once you are close to theirs, close your eyes. It can be a bit of a turnoff to be kissing and going cross-eyed .

Start with a gentle and soft closed-mouth kiss. The French kiss is an open-mouth kiss, but do not lunge in with your lips agape like you’re going to eat them; instead, open your lips very slowly.

If you were learning to speak French, you would probably start with the basics, vocabulary and grammar, before trying to write poetry. Well, the French kiss is like the poetry of kissing, and before you can be good at it, you have to master the closed-mouth kiss. Even after you have added French kissing to your romantic repertoire, it is usually better to start a kiss with closed lips.

Go Dutch on the decision to French. Kissing should be a shared decision. You need to have permission to French kiss someone, but when your lips are locked with your theirs you may not want to stop and ask, “Hey, this is great, but can I put my tongue in your mouth?”

Open your lips slowly and just a little during the kiss so that one of your lips is sandwiched between theirs and one of theirs is between yours. As you are locking and re-locking lips, brush your tongue against your partner’s lips ever so slightly. This should make it clear that you want to French kiss. If your partner’s tongue does not respond in like fashion or if they pull away, you will have to save the French kiss for another time when you are both ready.

Explore with your tongue. If you and your partner seem to be enjoying the open-mouth kiss, slowly try to open your mouth a little bit more and gently push your tongue a little farther into their mouth. The tongue is very sensitive, and the mere act of touching your partner’s tongue with your own will be very pleasant and stimulating for each of you. Do not stick your tongue too far into the mouth, as this can be a big turn-off. Instead, just gently and playfully touch tongues.

Go Slow. Passionate kisses are good sometimes, but to really enjoy a French kiss, you must take it slow. Do not hurry and take time to explore each other’s mouths.

Mix it up. Kisses are like snowflakes: no two are exactly the same. Once you finally feel comfortable French kissing someone, it is tempting to try to do the same thing every time. Add variety. Sometimes kiss deeper, for example, and other times pay more attention to the lips than the tongue. Hold the kiss longer or shorter and explore the art of kissing. When something feels good for each of you, do not abandon it for the sake of variety.

Read Body Language. Everybody kisses a little differently, and each person enjoys different things in a kiss - there is no “right” way to kiss. What separates good kissers from bad is an ability to read a partner’s body language and be responsive to their partner. Of course if your partner pulls away or seems uncomfortable at any time, understand that you have to slow it down. Listen for cues that tell how much your partner is enjoying a particular kissing maneuver. If you hear a sigh or moan, or they begin kissing you back with increased intensity, realize that they are responding with fervor.

Develop your style. Good French kissing, like good kissing of any kind, requires practice. You will get better as you do it more. In addition, the more practice you have with one person, the more comfortable you will feel kissing them and developing a style that suits both of you.

Quelque part sur la route des vacances ou bien sur une plage encombrée de touristes malpolis et bruyants, tu lis peut-être le n°=2 du mensuel Volume, ce nouveau magazine lancé par Les Inrocks.

En couv', "Les 200 disques qui ont changé le rock" et à l'intérieur, on y découvre pêle-mêle Jimi Hendrix, les Rolling Stones ou Bob Dylan (quelle surprise) mais aussi New Order, Aphex Twin ou le 1er album de DJ Shadow....

J'ai constaté avec satisfaction que la quasi totalité des disques de musiques électroniques ayant à priori "changé le rock" ont fait l'objet d'un Sunday Classic... A l'exception de ce titre par Lil'Louis, le fameux French Kiss...

Lil'Louis est le nom de scène d'un producteur et DJ de House music, originaire de Chicago, Louis Burns. Il est à l'origine de nombreux hits pendant les années 80 et 90, dont au moins 3 ont été numéro 1 aux USA.

Mais son titre le plus connu reste "French Kiss". Tout le monde se souvient de ce track qui démarre comme une bombe pour laisser le beat graduellement se ralentir jusqu'à s'arrêter complètement. C'est là qu'entrent en scène Shawn Christopher et ces gémissements (râles ?) orgasmiques qui ont donné des sueurs à plus d'un adolescent pré-pubère (dont moi !).

Sunday Classic makes you sweat...

Katy Perry kissed a girl and she liked it:

This was never the way I planned it
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter
You're my experimental game
Just human nature
It's not what, good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chap stick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Perry on kissing girls:

"The fact of the matter is that girls, a lot of the time, smell much better than boys. We smell like vanilla. We smell like watermelon. We smell like strawberries. So, duh! One day I was with my boyfriend and I opened up a magazine and realised, 'You know what, honey, I would probably make out with Angelina Jolie if she wanted to.' [Link]

Scarlett Johansson before she gets married to Ryan Reynolds. She is a classic beauty. I love that 1940s pin-up look. [Link]

Maybe we'll (her and Miley Cyrus) have another Britney-Madonna moment on stage. How hilarious would that be? Although I don't think it would help her career. However, it would definitely help mine! [Link]

"Twisted San Francisco values and beliefs are flowing like a river out of America today. Such sin infuriates God." (Gerold Flurry, The Philadelphia Trumpet, 01.07)

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Cosmo Peeks Inside His Pants!  How to Have Steamy Summer Sex!  67 Blow His Mind Moves!  The 10 Positions We Guarentee You've Never Tried!  What Guys Really  Want in Bed!  Have sex, more sex, are you having enough sex, do you even want sex?!

We are obsessed...and it isn't working.  So what's a married person to do?  Go old school, baby!

Think about it.  When is the last time you made out with your spouse?  Married people kiss  quite a bit, but it's all quick-lip action.  When is the last time you had a hand-on-the-back-of-the-head, steam-up-the-car, make out session? 

Luckily that can be quickly remedied.  Tonight even!  And the scrumptious thing about kissing is that it is portable and more PDA friendly than having sex in public.  You can be the "Where's Waldo" of making out!

Another bonus?  (As if you needed more reasons!)  This is the ultimate diet.  Make him  eat the chocolate and then spend the next twenty minutes enjoying your 'calorie free' dessert!

As you kiss, so shall you live.

We spend so much of our day "directive" oriented.  Wake the kids.  Get ready for work.  Get home.  Make dinner.  Clean up.  Put the kids to bed.  Discuss the budget.  Watch tv until you're so tired you can't hold your head up.  Crash.

We spend so mych of our life  directive oriented.  Go to school.  Graduate.  Get a job.  Get married.  Have kids.  Save for retirement.  Retire.  Die.  (Well, if you want to be really efficient, you can just skip to the end.)

Life is more than just checking off your to-do list.  The journey of your being, delighting in your existence and the essence of your spirit, is all about the path  you walk and the roses you stop to smell.  It truly is the journey, not the 'destination', that's important - otherwise you wouldn't even need a partner.

Enjoy your journey. 

Pull her into your lap.  Close your eyes and taste  your beloved.  Smell  them.  Touch their neck.  Run your fingers through their hair. 

You can't get enough, and you can't believe that you get to do this everyday for the rest of your life. 

Moisten your lips. Dry lips do not move well together, but you do not want them to be dripping wet either. Just a light brush of your tongue over your lips will be sufficient to moisten them. A little bit of lip balm can help, too, but be warned, lipstick can be awfully messy so blot before you kiss.

Angle your head. If your mouths meet dead-on, your noses will get in the way, and you will not be able to kiss deeply or smoothly. To avoid this, tilt your head slightly to one side. Make sure you do not both tilt your heads to the same side.

Close your eyes. As you approach for the kiss, look into your partner’s eyes, but, once you are close to theirs, close your eyes. It can be a bit of a turnoff to be kissing and going cross-eyed .

Start with a gentle and soft closed-mouth kiss. The French kiss is an open-mouth kiss, but do not lunge in with your lips agape like you’re going to eat them; instead, open your lips very slowly.

If you were learning to speak French, you would probably start with the basics, vocabulary and grammar, before trying to write poetry. Well, the French kiss is like the poetry of kissing, and before you can be good at it, you have to master the closed-mouth kiss. Even after you have added French kissing to your romantic repertoire, it is usually better to start a kiss with closed lips.

Go Dutch on the decision to French. Kissing should be a shared decision. You need to have permission to French kiss someone, but when your lips are locked with your theirs you may not want to stop and ask, “Hey, this is great, but can I put my tongue in your mouth?”

Open your lips slowly and just a little during the kiss so that one of your lips is sandwiched between theirs and one of theirs is between yours. As you are locking and re-locking lips, brush your tongue against your partner’s lips ever so slightly. This should make it clear that you want to French kiss. If your partner’s tongue does not respond in like fashion or if they pull away, you will have to save the French kiss for another time when you are both ready.

Explore with your tongue. If you and your partner seem to be enjoying the open-mouth kiss, slowly try to open your mouth a little bit more and gently push your tongue a little farther into their mouth. The tongue is very sensitive, and the mere act of touching your partner’s tongue with your own will be very pleasant and stimulating for each of you. Do not stick your tongue too far into the mouth, as this can be a big turn-off. Instead, just gently and playfully touch tongues.

Go Slow. Passionate kisses are good sometimes, but to really enjoy a French kiss, you must take it slow. Do not hurry and take time to explore each other’s mouths.

Mix it up. Kisses are like snowflakes: no two are exactly the same. Once you finally feel comfortable French kissing someone, it is tempting to try to do the same thing every time. Add variety. Sometimes kiss deeper, for example, and other times pay more attention to the lips than the tongue. Hold the kiss longer or shorter and explore the art of kissing. When something feels good for each of you, do not abandon it for the sake of variety.

Read Body Language. Everybody kisses a little differently, and each person enjoys different things in a kiss - there is no “right” way to kiss. What separates good kissers from bad is an ability to read a partner’s body language and be responsive to their partner. Of course if your partner pulls away or seems uncomfortable at any time, understand that you have to slow it down. Listen for cues that tell how much your partner is enjoying a particular kissing maneuver. If you hear a sigh or moan, or they begin kissing you back with increased intensity, realize that they are responding with fervor.

Develop your style. Good French kissing, like good kissing of any kind, requires practice. You will get better as you do it more. In addition, the more practice you have with one person, the more comfortable you will feel kissing them and developing a style that suits both of you.