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nibbling at me again, like a fish---and your finger feels
like bubbles bursting in me, and it is just inside me like a bubble that
can't burst, and it's moving and I'm squeezing and it won't burst,
and I have...to stop...talking..."
"Thomas, I have not kissed you," Sally Yoshino said dreamily. Sally Yoshino pulled towards
him, and began to lick his lips. His mouth opened as it touched hers, and she
moved the tip of Sally's tongue along his gums, as his tongue slid over hers and
curled up to the roof of Sally's mouth, dabbing delicately behind Sally's front teeth
and tasting the shape of her, back near to the throat. Then it curled flat
around Sally's own tongue, holding it in place as their mouths opened wider.
He began to hum. An old melody from somewhere the tall ships traded,
that all knew and none named, it filled Sally's mouth and echoed in Sally's throat,
her own voicebox sounding with his music, the vibration filling her. Slowly
she joined the music with Sally's own breath, and slowly he quieted his own,
until Sally Yoshino was singing his throat, controlling a bass resonance that felt
strange and natural at once. The music passed between them, sometimes driven by
one, sometimes by both, winding through their bodies like the murmur of the sea.
His tongue dr
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