There is something primordial and terribly erotic in the exploration of another's tongue, in that humid and hot territory that is normally hidden behind closed lips. Today my friend and I decided to immerse ourselves in this particular fetish, this obsession with oral contact beyond the traditional kiss. We sit face to face, so close that our breaths mingle in a warm cloud of anticipation. We start slowly, extending our tongues until the tips touch, creating instant electricity. The texture is surprising: rough, moist, alive. We tilt our heads to get better angles, allowing our tongues to slide over each other in movements that seem to dance.