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The venom," she [Susan] said quietly. "They call it their Kiss."
"I guess I can't blame them. It sounds a lot more romantic than 'narcotic drool.
Teeth.
So needy.
Just kissing my girl,
I think you're drooling a little.
'Morsel' is a perfect word. Forming those six letters on the lips and tongue prompts an instantaneous physiological reaction. The mouth waters. The lips purse.
Alarmed, I realized what my visceral reaction implied: jealousy. Over a guy I barely knew, with whom I'd exchanged more saliva than sentences.
What lies lurk in kisses.
sucking on a football.
putting my mouth across the velvety head of his shaft, already anticipating his musky scent
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
It's like kissing a Jack 'o' Lantern. What's with the grin?
Between the mouth and the morsel many things may happen.
The pleasures of the palate deal with us like Egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.
Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine - how good how fine. It went down all pulpy, slushy, oozy, all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large, beatified Strawberry.
I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks, 'How am I looking at you?' she managed. 'Like you want to eat me alive, but you don't have a spoon.
People are surprisingly off put just by saliva, the substance that you carry around in your mouth. You swallow it. You have no objection to it. But then it leaves your body, and you're just revolted. So it - that - just that right there to me is a fascinating thing.
His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.
I'm kissing you because sometimes I can't not kiss you.
I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is ... new.
I know you once offered to fix dinner for me, but I seriously thought you were bragging."
Those lips, mmm, those sinful lips, pouted briefly, with the sole purpose of driving me crazy, no doubt. He shrugged.
"Nope, no bragging. You hungry?"
"Starving." Though not exactly for food.
Barrage of delectable sensations within her loins. Her whole being awakened to a heightening excitement as his tongue slowly traced around the delicately hued areola, and still she watched as if nothing more than a distant
Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.
Contempt and anger of his lip! A murderous guilt
Sucking each other off?
You were trying to find a way to get rid of yourself,
but you were still left with your mouth.
The kiss and the bite are such close cousins that in the heat of love they are too readily confounded
The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
My mouth felt funny. I must have smiled. Smiling,
Darky ate slowly, enjoying every morsel, his mouth salivating so wildly that he worried at the loud sloshing sound he made. But it was lost in all the other wet noises of the night.
its a vampire kiss
You wanna know the secret of life? The saliva of young girls.
I'd like to bite that lip.
You call that a kiss?
Rivers of wrinkles flowing down from the corners of this eyes and mouth.
Your angry and jealous and in the mood to do some forceful dentistry
I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.
His mouth was truly one of his most spectacular accomplishments. It had the gentle fullness of passion, as though he'd just made love. As though he'd just satisfied some fortuitous woman's deepest desires.
The corners of her mouth
From the fruit of his lips a man enjoys good things.
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life ...
There is probably no moment more appalling than that in which the tongue comes suddenly upon the ragged edge of a space from which the old familiar filling has disappeared.
The satisfaction of a special Pninian craving.
Everything melts away. All that I know is this kiss; all that I feel is his lips pressing into mine. I become dizzy from want, need, and the lack of oxygen. Our lips, our bodies, our souls, have always fit perfectly together - like two pieces of a puzzle.
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Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
Her nerves licked her palms.
What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.
I had always wondered why people closed their eyes when they kissed. Now I knew: they can't help it. The feeling is too overwhelming: the taste, the touch, the smell, even the sound. The sense of sight had to be excluded, or it wouldn't be possible to funciton.
And watching you like he can't wait to have you for dessert.
My mouth blooms like a cut.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
and chomping at the bit to get his hands on the
Dakota pulled a lollipop out of his pocket before quickly unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth.
What kind of vampire sucks on human candy?
Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away.
You just mingled saliva with the most beautiful boy ever to tread the hallways of Saint Pock's. Saliva. There's DNA in saliva. You're like carrying his cells in your mouth like one of those weird frogs that incubates its eggs in its cheeks
There's nothing like biting off more than you can chew, and then chewing anyway.
When a man that attractive licks his lips, a girl's got to look. And imagine ...
Drat. I'm not sure anyone even noticed the kiss."
"I noticed it." He rubbed his mouth with the side of his hand. The taste of ripe plums still lingered on his lips. He found himself unaccountably thirsty.
Canoodling, I see.
Lips. There was something strangely, delicately
indelicate about the word, like a kiss
itself.
The tongue is a whip that often turns on its master.
2 Nicole gnawed on her lip as she pressed her back
When you look at the brain regions associated with picking up data from the body, a huge amount of the brain is devoted to picking up information from the lips and tongue.
In the afternoon, they stopped to eat on a rocky outcrop. Perry brushed a kiss on her cheek while she was chewing, and she learned that it was the loveliest thing to be kissed for no reason, even while chewing food. It brightened the woods, and the never sky, and everything.
She licked her lips, and I ached to kiss her mouth. I wanted to lick it, nip it, suck on it; I wanted to own it. I wanted to give her a kiss she's never fucking forget.
I hate when people are chomping their gum, even though I do it. I hate that.
He lowered his lips to hers, snatching the breath from her lungs, the thoughts from her head. There was only the feeling of his kiss, his mouth, his body.
Cane, Laken (2013-08-26). Shiv Crew (Rune Alexander) (p. 274). Laken Cane. Kindle Edition.
I imagine fucking that mouth to distract myself from all thoughts of hunger. Yes, her mouth needs training, and I imagine her on her knees before me. Now, that thought is appealing.
Cinnamon bites and kisses simultaneously.
He plundered her mouth with his tongue, inciting a rush of desire.
If you start eating with your mouth open - I can't stand it! I was out to dinner with a girl, and she started chomping on her food. You could see everything she was eating. I was like, 'So when do you want to go home?'
Holder: "Why'd you stop talking?"
Sky: "Talking? Holder, I'm reading. There's a difference. And from the looks of it, you haven't been paying a lick of attention."
Holder: "Oh, I've been paying attention. To your mouth. Maybe not to the words coming out of it, but definitely to your mouth.
Love's tongue is in his eyes.
Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty.
Stuff like looking me over as if you wanna lick every square inch of me and then blushing about it. It's taking every bit of willpower I have and then some not to come over there and kiss you.
You've got food stuck in your teeth," Vee told
Marcie. "In the crack between your two front teeth.
Looks like chocolate Ex-Lax ...
Silly thing, kissing. Licking better.
Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"What?" Rory froze
"Me," said Yamane, closing the distance for a kiss.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
Being words, being lips that bleed.
Lips kissed, kissing kissed.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The watermelon juice spilling over your lip?" he indicated. "Lick it up or I will.
Imagine a pleasure in which the moment of satisfaction is simultaneous with the moment of destruction: to kiss is to poison; lifting to your lips this face after which you have ached, dreamed, longed for, the face shatters, every time.
The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!
This was disapproval with a bite.
swallowing a spoonful of butternut squash soup, feeling it coat my throat and slide down to my belly.
rippling response stroking over his cock.
Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. So you keep your eyes closed at the end. You don't want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before its oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. You just know it.
Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of make my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
She shuddered. What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.
You worry too much about what goes into your mouth and not enough about what comes out of it.
Then came the deglutition of saliva, and the old lady instinctively wiped the stubble of her toothbrush moustache with her handkerchief.
The human tongue is a beast that few can master.
What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet, dying, fevered, good-night, farewell, burning, and chocolate.
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
Lips are the fingerprints of love.
It's when you hide things that you choke on them.
They were so taken by the beauty of her voice that they wanted to cover her mouth with their mouth, drink in. Maybe music could be transferred, devoured, owned. What would it mean to kiss the lips that had held such a sound?
The sweet-tart mango dribbled cool juices over her eager lips, while the plump cherries burst between her teeth.
Caught between the tongue and the taste.