Sunday Snog – Lecture Notes

Here’s a Sunday snog from Beth and Sinclair – smooch on over to Victoria Blisse’s page for more lip-to-lip links.

“Please don’t leave me again,” I whisper.

“I won’t,” he whispers back and then our lips are together, touching softly, and even the stale whiskey-breath is not enough to keep me away from the all-consuming, all-forgiving kiss we share.

At first a languid tenderness, a whispering tickle of beard, a tentative refamiliarisation with old ground. Has it changed? Must we re-map it? It seem...