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So, I imagine picking up a mollusk and feeling its folds slowly gliding around in my hand. While its viscous slime drips down from my grasp, I open my mouth and stretch out my tongue, feeling the gentle wind cooling it softly.
I lower my tongue over the mollusk's body and go down, further and further, until the wind's coldness at the tip of my tongue turns into a warm watness. I delight upon experiencing this warm sensation, and my body yearns for more.
I press my tongue on the mollusk's impressive muscles, and begin to slowly move the tongue up and down, treasuring every small bump. My tongue's speed begins to pick up, the mollusk's bodily fluids increase as the animal becomes increasingly stressed from my frantic licking.
Slime begins to splash around as the tongue moves up and down, up and down, as I taste its warm, gastropodal honey.
Is that how a kiss is like?
