Describing Game

The second task we played was a describing game. This is a game we will play again; we found it helpful and interesting. We completed an action/affection and then wrote about it, to describe it. We did the task with a kiss and a hug. We will do it again with sex, oral sex, a kiss on the cheek, stroking the body and other various contacts.

George

Describing the kiss

The first contact was the slight dryness of the lips, not at all unpleasant, merely something to note. It wasn’t an old, lingering dryness. It was fresh and new and quickly disappeared. Felt as though you had chapsticked your lips maybe a few hours previous and the effects of it were just starting to wear off. In terms of thickness, the dryness was thin and fleeting, probably due to the cold weather. Your tongue, on the other hand was wet, soft, full and warm. It filled the tips of my mouth. It tasted fresh and welcoming. My mouth feels colder without it.

Describing the hug

I know there probably wasn’t a god, but whatever designed the human body did a commendable job. The way my chin rests upon your shoulder, my throat to your neck. My arms fit snug in the concaved small of your back. Our stomachs hug each other tightly, it’s hard to believe that nothing ever quite touches anything else. We fit inside and around each other perfectly, our soft edges coming together, merging two separate bodies in to one single shape in the midst of the world...go on.

Chloe

Describing the kiss

I am nervous first, I cannot stop laughing – it feels like a first kiss or a moment of intimacy designed for a school play. But then it feels familiar, mine again, as our lips meet. Yours are dry, soft, now they are ours to part together. Tongue fleshy. My eyes are closed and I picture reds, deep juicy erotic reds. It’s wet. Our teeth bump, yours are sharp, I run my tongue along them, I like the change of texture. I feel consumed but also as though I am consuming. We are inside one another, but the kiss does not take place on the site of our bodies, the kiss is another place, inside this kiss is a tangible place we return to, we feel safe in. It is a cave we enter to transport us to touching, to fucking. It is warm.

Describing the hug

Yours is a body I have the feel for maybe better than my own. I like to stand on my tip-toes, put my arms round your neck – maybe so it feels like the hug is mine also, instead of that I am a thing you are holding- but probably just because I like your arms around my waist. You are warm, sturdy but not unrelenting. Your hands move, feel me, it makes the hug alive. I squash my face into your soft neck, pucker my lips to feel you. This tenderness is not necessary, if I was hugging a friend I’d turn the other way – but with you it seems normal. When we part I want more