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Kiss Her! A Tutelage With Lip
Kiss Her! A Tutelage With Lip
Kiss Her! A Tutelage With Lip
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Kiss Her! A Tutelage With Lip

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Tutelage with Written especially for men, with bold language and mischievous content, Kiss Her! A Lip is the Brown sister's sincere effort to help you break out of the common mind traps (and physical faux pas!) that sabotage your make-out connections.
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Release dateApr 19, 2013
ISBN9781626757127
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    Kiss Her! A Tutelage With Lip - Brown Sisters

    The Brown Sisters

    A Backyard Habitat Book

    Published by

    BACKYARD HABITAT PUBLISHING

    Beaverton, OR

    Copyright © 2013 Jenny Brown and Anna Brown

    All rights reserved.

    Manufactured in the United States of America

    ISBN-13: 978-1482660487 (print)

    ISBN-10: 1482660482 (print)

    For our brother

    P. Allen Brown

    1967-2012

    Contents

    Preface: A Note on Author Voice

    Introduction: The Need for This Book about Kissing

    Chapter One: What One Good Kiss Can Do

    The Transformative Power of a Kiss

    Sealing the Deal

    Lips with Benefits

    Our Daily Bread

    Chapter Two: Your Kissing Tells

    What You Don’t Know We Know

    Health and Lifestyle

    Hygiene

    Self-Respect and Integrity: The Physical Realm

    Self-Respect and Integrity: The Spiritual Realm

    Oral Sexability

    What You’ve Learned about What We Know about You

    Chapter Three: From the Annals of God-Awful Kissing

    Going in without Permission

    The Miser Mouth

    The Humping Dog

    Agape in Wonder

    Closing the Book on a Bad Chapter: Laying Your Archetype to Rest

    Chapter Four: Why Do We Dance?

    Are You Kissing to Get Somewhere?

    The Pitfalls of Being Goal-Oriented

    Bad Kissing: It’s All in Your Mind

    Fire Your Brain!

    Chapter Five: Some Practical Advice

    Let Her Take the Lead

    Wait a Minute, Baby (Slow Down)

    You Have Hands—Use Them

    Don’t Forget Her Hair

    When You’re in Public

    Consider Her Comfort

    Make Some Noise

    Do Ask, Do Tell

    Tips for Recovering from a Bad Kiss (All Is Not Lost!)

    Chapter Six: Practice, Practice, Practice!

    Your Hand: A Kissing Workout

    Being Vulnerable

    Seducing Yourself

    Practice, Practice, Practice

    Chapter Seven: Emerging Victorious: The Way of the Kissing Master

    The Humping Dog Who Comes Out on Top

    Communication That Cured the Awkward Kiss

    One Drooler, Redeemed by Love

    Conclusion

    Acknowledgments

    About the Authors

    Preface

    A Note on Author Voice

    This book is a collaboration between two sisters, Anna and Jenny Brown. However, our use of the word we within the text refers only occasionally to us, the writers; more often we use it to refer to women, or human beings, in general. The use of the word I, on the other hand, refers only to me, Jenny Brown, who dictated this kissing manual to my little sister, Anna Brown, with my feet comfortably elevated, sipping a glass of red wine in my Stevie Nicks shawl. Meanwhile Anna, sweating in a painful humpback position, worked at her keyboard like a donkey at a millstone, eyes gritty and bloodshot. So, just to reiterate, the I in this book refers to me, the visionary diva, Jenny Brown, and not to Anna, the workhorse typing these words. Thank you!

    Introduction

    The Need for This Book about Kissing

    So far, it was a good night. High-octane margaritas and sexy ambience. My spicy wild boar tacos were delicious, and the man across from me looked like he could have hunted them. He wasn’t boyfriend material, but I was pretty sure we would be lovers. At the very least, I was looking forward to a heavy-duty make-out session after he drove me home.

    Walking back to his truck from the restaurant, he unlocks the door, turns abruptly, and says, I’m going to give you a kiss now.

    Not even pausing for me to catch my breath, he launches himself at me hell-bent for leather and, without so much as a by your leave, shoves his tongue deep into my mouth. No gazing into my eyes, no thoughtful approach, no contact with my lips whatsoever. Just a long, hard, insistent tongue probing my tonsils.

    Where is a gal supposed to go from here?

    With one jab of the tongue, his kiss wiped out all of the good feelings, anticipation, and sexual excitement that had been building over the last two hours. The visceral imprint of his disgusting and abrasive first kiss hung like a putrid spectre in the air between us. What a shame.

    In the aftermath of this aborted affair, I felt cheated and sad. I realized I hadn’t been with a gifted kisser in years. Why was it so hard to find a man who really knew how to kiss?

    Casting my mind back over my kissing curriculum vitae, it seems, with a few notable exceptions, that all my best kisses are far behind me. I pray this isn’t so, but things are looking bleak. I’m in my forties now, newly single, and kissing is just as important to me as ever. Yet each man I date is a progressively worse kisser than the last.

    I’m not alone. Almost every straight woman I’ve talked with recently has been suffering from the same ill effects of inept kissing. Like me, they’re not getting their needs for passion, engagement, and physical intimacy met by the kisses in their lives. What the hell is going on around here? This shall not stand!

    Remember when you were a teenager and you made out? You looked at the girl, she looked at you, and you threw yourselves at each other like one of you was going to war and you’d never see each other again. Your entire heart and soul went into that kissing, and it was awesome. At that moment, kissing that girl was the meaning of life itself, and your sole reason for existing. As the girl on the receiving end of those kisses, I used to get such serious butterflies in my stomach that I would have to periodically call a halt to the action or I would throw up on myself. It has been nearly ten years since I felt those butterflies.

    Perhaps our lackadaisical

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