Sketch: Mouth Play

There is something about feeding a partner that ticks all the boxes for me. And I don't mean feeding them by hand.

Have you ever had someone take a bite out of something luscious, then beckon you over, only to kiss you with that still-juicy taste on their lips, then feed you morsels from their mouth, passing them back and forth until all that's left is your entangled tongues amidst the taste of heaven?

Have you ever watched chocolate melt on warm skin, and then leaned in to smear it a little with your mouth before licking it up? Have you tried it from their lips? Watching chocolate melt on lips held oh-so-still is tantalizing. Tasting it from those lips is an exercise in eroticism.

Have you ever been thirsty - so thirsty - and asked for a drink of water? Imagine being kissed by warm lips, then gulping down cold, refreshing water as it floods your mouth, the relief of thirst quenched mingling with the delicious feel of a cold-wet tongue grazing your gums.

It's a gorgeous, tender power play that can make you forget your meal, your thirst, your need and focus solely on that one gloriously stimulated point where your bodies meet.

And if you do it just right, it can be the most exquisite form of surrender, where you breathe in and out through your partner's mouth, their lips clamped over yours, your heart beginning to pound as you let them decide how much air to give you, all leading up to that rush, that moment of clarity when they finally let you breathe on your own, when the feeling of letting go utterly overwhelms you.