My Lips and My Tongue

by Amelia

I never thought I could have sexy lips as the models in the advertisements on TV--until I had my first kiss.

That day we took a stroll along the sports field in an elementary school and exchanged something weighing on our mind. As we walked near the flag-raising platform, we took a seat behind the platform and continued conversation. I discovered that he had a sweet smile on his face and cute dimples on his cheeks. While he noticed that I was looking at him, he stopped to give me a slight kiss suddenly. Because our faces were so close at that time, my cheeks could feel his hurried breath blowing on my face and I blushed for a moment. Then he gave me another deep kiss slowly. I closed my eyes unconsciously, feeling the warmth from his lips, the scratchiness of his mustache, and a tingling feeling spread over my spine.

From then on, our relation became closer and closer day by day. Sometimes we practiced kissing for fun or for love. I found the French kiss was more powerful than any other way; I could taste his soft tongue with the tender saliva; I could touch his teeth and his palate. My tongue searched everywhere in his mouth, exploring the secret place inside his body and I desired to be part of him.

I didn't realize my lips could be so sexy and my tongue could be so erotic until I had the first kiss with him. Before that experience, I only knew they help me eat and talk and nothing else. But now I know they had become my erogenous zone--the sexy lips with the most sensual tongue inside.

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