“I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.” ThinkingLittlesStillsLightLyingWaterSweetLowsMouthsCome UpTongueThroatPoolBrushesCaressGrazing Author:Jean-Paul Sartre
“Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.” FoundMy OwnMinesSweetFindingsMouthsHotLipsTongueFamiliarTestedHarborsSealsJakeMolding Author:Josh Lanyon
“The word itself creates an empty sensation. Try saying it now. "Why?" Notice how your tongue touches nothing when you form the word with your mouth. Feel the gap, the space inside your mouth, that it creates. The air. It is a place that needs filling. It is missing an answer.” NeedsFeelsTryingFormSpaceAnswersAirMissingMouthsEmptyTongueGapsSensationsFilling Book:The Last Time I Saw Mother Source: The Last Time I Saw Mother
“You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.” ThinkingWayWantFeelsMindLooksKindEyeGuySoundAnswersDealsSawsInvolvedKissingMouthsTongueMilesAlsHer EyesPatchesPeachesMiles AwayPlums Author:Becca Fitzpatrick
“It's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds. "Don't," I warn him. He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedlessly, shovels it into his mouth. It crunches horribly. Then his eyes go wide. "Dry," he croaks. "Tongue...shriveling." I shake my head, picking up the jar. "It's dehydrated. You're supposed to add water. Good thing you're mostly made of water." He tries to say something. Brown powder dusts his shirt. "Also," I tell him, "that's decaf.” TryingMadeEyeWaterRoomsCommonMouthsPicksEmptyAddGood ThingsWideTongueCoffeeDustStaringShirtsInstantHis EyesDryShakesBrownPotJarsPowderShovelsCrunch Author:Holly Black
“His breath in my ear, he ran his tongue along the curved edge, sucking the fleshy lobe and my small diamond stud into his mouth, and my eyes drifted closed while I babbled a weak sound of longing.” EyeSoundMouthsWeakEarsBreathsLongingEdgesTongueRanDiamondStuds Author:Tammara Webber
“I have one thing you don't,' he murmured against her neck, turning his head and nipping her earlobe. 'What?' His tongue teased her ear. 'Brute strength,' he whispered and removed the keys from her hand even as he captured her mouth with his. He didn't let her up until she kissed him back thoroughly, until her arms slid around his neck and she melted into him. He drove the truck with great satisfaction, smirking at her. 'Manly man, here, woman.” MenHandsOne ThingArmsKeysMouthsEarsSatisfactionTongueNecksTruckBrutesCapturedManly Author:Christine Feehan
“Every night in my dreams, a man appeared from the darkest recesses of my mind, as if he'd been waiting for me to fall asleep. His mouth, full, masculine, would sear my flesh. His tongue, like flames across my skin, would send tiny sparks quaking through my body. Then he would dip south, and the heavens would open and a chorus singing hallelujah would ring out in perfect harmony.” IfsMenMindDreamBodyNightFallHeavenWaitingPerfectSingingMouthsSkinsHarmonySouthTongueFleshTinyRingsFlamesSparksEvery NightMasculineOf My MindChorusDipRecessHallelujahSearsPerfect Harmony Book:First Grave on the Right Source: First Grave on the Right
“You have a freckle here," he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. "It drives me crazy every time you 're above me. I just want to do this..." The jentle draw of his mouth pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as i rocked against him.” WantCrazyDrawsMouthsEdgesTongueSpotsHipsKneesSweepingDrive Me CrazyOver The EdgeFreckles Author:Tammara Webber