What is with this making out against a wall kink that people have, girls especially? Have you, my dear kinky reader, ever wondered what it is all about? Even if you haven’t, just go through this pathetic article of me trying (and failing) to explain this kink.
If a couple of weeks back, you’d come up to me and had asked me, “Hey Zoe, would you ever let someone slam you against a brick wall and willingly let them assault your face with their lips?” I’d have probably asked you to politely piss off or just asked you to check yourself into a loony bin.
Like no, I don’t want to be plastered against the dry cement as wallpaper, but there’s always been this overly sexualised idea about making out against a wall that is almost always the central element of almost every single TV series or movie make-out session. It’s either the couch or the wall, but let us be honest, couch make-out sessions don’t look half as good as the ones against a wall.
I was sceptical about this concept for a while, doesn’t the normal making out in itself already leave a person breathless? I just assumed it was like one of those exaggerated things that was just possible on the television. Like, how would you even find it comfortable to be pressed against both sides unable to breathe properly, let alone find it sexy or pleasurable?
For a long time I disagreed with anyone who argued about this on the contrary. It’s uncomfortable and totally not worth it or that’s what I thought.
But currently I’ve been singing a different tune altogether. If you ask me what changed, I’ll tell you this,
A hand on the small of your back and a hand around your cheek pulling you closer. Your leg hooked around a waist until there’s no space between your bodies. Lips everywhere and the curve of your back on the wall that won’t let you escape the embrace. It’s not like you want to go anywhere anyway. There’s heat around both your bodies and the brush of stubble is all it takes for your frenzy to reach its peak.
Anymore of this, and it’d be an NSFW blog. But maybe it already is.
I get it now, I think.
Also, trying to convince people out of their preferences is kinda like people trying to convince me to stop drowning everything I eat in ketchup, which is never gonna happen and totally wrong to do so.
So, let your freakish and kinky counterparts run free and wild and may you all get slammed into more walls and have good make-out sessions. Amen.