Ms. B is back and I'm handing out some loving.

I love sex, but I can honestly say sometimes I enjoy indulging in an ancient middle school activity. What is it you ask?

Kissing, Making Out, Heavy Petting. Whatever you want to call it. I occasionally turn my boyfriend on uncontrollably by climbing onto his lap with only the intention of making out with him.

Now it may eventually turn into a sexual encounter, but sometimes that is all I want. Do you remember?

Throwing caution to the wind and kissing as if there is no tomorrow, until our mouths are sore and swollen. It doesn't matter, you are too turned on to care at that point. The good old days when a girl could make a boy breathless with her mouth alone.(I am talking above the belt here...)

Remember the build up of the make out session? The initial kisses that turn heated in seconds. The build up of intensity, with hands roaming and bites on necks. All that heat and passion bursting out of you? Just milking all that yearning and desire you have for one another for all it is worth?

You know you want each other so very badly, yet you stay right there on the edge, driving each other completely insane. Purposefully not having sex.

There is nothing else quite like that kind of antisipation. Such a rush... I love it. I love it. I need t now.