Krystal Seko, In the Photo Booth

It's true that in order to train myself for my first kiss, I had already practiced various techniques on my pillow and hand, but nothing quite prepared me for the battle of tongues that was about to ensue. It was like two wet sea animals flailing around inside my mouth, sometimes poking, sometimes flopping, sometimes frantically moving as if desperate to escape. Besides the occasional change in the tilt of our heads from the left to the right and back again, the rest of our bodies were motionless. Our efforts were so intensely focused on the struggle inside our mouths that we didn't have the capacity or skill to consider doing anything with our hands simultaneously. After about 5 long minutes, I’m pretty sure my tongue surrendered in order to let my lungs get some oxygen.

This entry was posted by first kiss team, on Monday, December 15, 2008.