A little lip, a little teeth...
Mar. 3rd, 2003 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpThis "no oral contact" thing is /hard/. Really effing hard. Not because I'm some kind of raging smooch maniac (oh, who am I kidding, I am, I am!!), but because it's just so natural, so automatic.
I walk in the door, we kiss hello. I roll over in bed, we kiss. We kiss good morning. We kiss good night. We kiss for no reason. I nibble earlobes, nip neck skin, kiss the small of her back, etc., ad nauseum. I suppose I could still nibble earlobes, but in the interest of quick healing, I've been trying to avoid my lower lip altogether. It's hard!
Try to drink soda out of a bottle. Or something out of a cup. HA! JOKE'S ON ME! :)
I'm blessed with a lack of pain on this thing. It only stings when I'm cleaning it, and then only when I'm moving it up and down. Otherwise it seems perfectly contect to sit there snugly, with the little puffy part around it. (Must. Ice. Lip.) But the kissing thing? Agony. How many times in the past 24 hours has it almost just happened? I walk in the door, we come together, and then *wham* at the last second, one or the other of us remembers and moves away. Thwarted. Bummer.
I walk in the door, we kiss hello. I roll over in bed, we kiss. We kiss good morning. We kiss good night. We kiss for no reason. I nibble earlobes, nip neck skin, kiss the small of her back, etc., ad nauseum. I suppose I could still nibble earlobes, but in the interest of quick healing, I've been trying to avoid my lower lip altogether. It's hard!
Try to drink soda out of a bottle. Or something out of a cup. HA! JOKE'S ON ME! :)
I'm blessed with a lack of pain on this thing. It only stings when I'm cleaning it, and then only when I'm moving it up and down. Otherwise it seems perfectly contect to sit there snugly, with the little puffy part around it. (Must. Ice. Lip.) But the kissing thing? Agony. How many times in the past 24 hours has it almost just happened? I walk in the door, we come together, and then *wham* at the last second, one or the other of us remembers and moves away. Thwarted. Bummer.
