It was far from what you expected from a first kiss. It wasn’t a neat confession of affection under the moonlight, but rather a wet display that filled your senses of taste, smell, and touch simultaneously. You remember reading in a magazine somewhere that the lips had more nerve endings than the rest of the face combined. It seemed unrealistic at the time, but now you had no doubt it was true. You can distinctly comprehend the feeling of her taste buds on her surprisingly long tongue form fitting to your lips and leaving a sticky snail-trail as it traced the length of your mouth. It was numbing, but not desensitizing. It was a pleasant numbness. You hated to admit it, but under normal circumstances it would be hard to complain. Luckily you were under no obligation to do so. 