French Kiss

It's not that it was bad mind you. It's just that it wasn't perfect.

I mean, a proper French Kiss is done just a certain way.

She wasn't terribly inclined to accept my instructions until I promised to show her the Eiffel Tower if she underwent my special tutorial process. With a reward like that, why not put in a little effort to learn the perfect kiss.

The process is a bit unconventional. I started by binding her elbows and wrists firmly behind her back to pull her shoulders back, and slipped her blouse off her shoulders. A bit of passionate kissing to warm her up.

A bit of feeling her up to let her know she's not in control.

But then the real secret of the process begins. It's a bit brutal.

The perfect French Kiss requires several key ingredients.

It's all in the angles.

The opening of the mouth.

The pressure of the kiss.

The tilt of the head.

And then there's the tongue.

The penetration,

the pressure,

the fight for control.

She was manipulated.

She was taught.

She was savaged.