I seem to have a fixation on lips – beautiful, shiny lips. Mouths open, waiting for something delicious – from strawberries to sex.
There’s always something. Women on the street, with latex lipgloss and pouty faces. Men with exceedingly smooth, active mouths and incredible diction spouting words with sharp edges and smooth curves. Pictures of kisses in the rain, wet and steamy with tongues battling and warm breath caressing moist cheeks. Climaxing women, convulsing wildly for the camera, jaws agape and panting for breath, with swollen lips and smeared lipstick. To see a mouth wrapped around a cock, or a tongue darting between the slick folds of a sweet cunt…
It’s distracting, I think.
