Okay, so you wanna know about the “rainbow kiss,” huh? Alright, buckle up, because this is gonna be a story. I gotta be upfront, I’m not recommending anyone try this. Seriously, think hard before you even consider it. This is just me sharing my experience, okay?
It all started with a dare. A stupid, drunken dare at a party years ago. I was younger, dumber, and way more easily influenced. This girl, Sarah, she was… well, let’s just say she was adventurous. We were messing around, things got heated, and then BAM! The dare was thrown out there. Rainbow kiss. I remember thinking, “What the actual hell is that?”
So, after a lot of nervous giggling and a quick Google search (don’t judge me!), we kinda understood what it was supposed to be. The initial idea freaked me out, I ain’t gonna lie. The thought of drawing blood, even a little, seemed insane. Sarah was surprisingly chill about it, though. “Come on,” she said, “It’ll be an experience.” Famous last words, right?
We went to her place. I was sweating bullets the entire time. Seriously, my palms were soaked. We started making out, trying to get comfortable. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, the moment of truth. She very gently bit my lip. I barely felt it, to be honest. Then I did the same to her. It was a super tiny nip, just enough to draw a tiny bit of blood.
Okay, here’s where things get… weird. We swapped the blood. Yep, just like the definition says. I know, I know, it sounds gross. It felt… strange. Not necessarily bad, but definitely strange. It was over pretty quickly. Just a brief exchange, then we went back to kissing normally.
Honestly? The whole thing was anticlimactic. The fear and anticipation were way more intense than the actual experience. There wasn’t some magical connection or mind-blowing pleasure. It was just… a thing that happened. And honestly, it wasn’t really worth the risk and worry.
The aftermath? A bit of lingering anxiety about infections. We were both clean, as far as we knew, but still… it’s always in the back of your mind. And a slightly bruised lip for a day or two.
So, there you have it. My rainbow kiss experience. Would I do it again? HELL NO. It’s risky, kinda gross, and ultimately, not that exciting. There are way better and safer ways to get your kicks. Learn from my stupid youthful decisions, people. Seriously, don’t do it.
