My man is downstairs watching something on a sports channel. He's not a huge sports nut, but he does indulge from time to time.

I've just finished one small task. Found myself at loose ends, so...

wandered downstairs and planted a long and luxurious kiss on the man. I am a Very Good Kisser.

However, having had a reasonable, though not excessive, range of fellow-kissees, I have learned that there's an art to being a good kiss recipient; not all are equally skilled.

He is one of the best.

Heh.