Kisses are dead give aways. I can always tell if they are invested or not.
When it’s intimate the kisses are deep and it’s like the two tongues are playing hide and seek.
When it’s shallow it’s either sloppy or worse still, wet and indifferent.
Mr UK started out not vested. His kisses felt indifferent. Two days later when he left his kisses were more intimate. We kissed and kissed and kissed.
Mr Boardie’s kisses however never got anywhere. He was sloppy as, all the time.
Hubby’s was the same, sloppy, though the last time we kissed it felt intimate.
I don’t know what happened there. Reminded me of this song.