I am a kissing fanatic. There's a guy I'm seeing right now, and it looks like this relationships is going somewhere, and although his kissing technique is good, even great, he kept bending my head around and he would end up kissing along the side of my mouth and cheek, rather than going straight in. This pissed me off and caused me great pain in my neck, because my cervical spine is all fucked-up due to old injuries. I finally worked-up the guts to tell him that he needed to stop kissing the side of my mouth and start kissing me directly in my mouth from the front. I had been afraid to say anything, for fear of sounding selfish and demanding. But I also know that if you want your partner to do something a certain way, you can't always expect him to be a mind-reader. So, what did he do when I finally spoke up? He said, "I'm sorry. You'll just have to teach me to do it how you like it done."
To me, THAT attitude is the mark of a GREAT lover. I'm sure we'll do just fine from now on, and he is a good kisser, too!
I will say, many years ago I met a boy named Buford, beautiful young super-tall Black guy, with the thickest lips in the world. On our first date, it took us a few minutes of smoking some pot and me "shotgunning" the hits into his mouth (because I wasn't sure if he was Gay or not, and wanted to kiss him, and this was my sneaky way of doing it.) He went right for it, and by the time we got to the third pot hit, as our lips locked he tentatively touched my upper lip with his tongue. Suddenly we were both jamming our tongues down each other's throats, kissing like two men drowning together. That first kiss lasted at least twenty minutes, and when we came up for air, we were totally in love with each other, just like that.
We were lovers for 7 years, until we lost contact when I moved away. I miss my Buford.