Tongue

Yet even as her form screamed loudly for him to tease her sensitve nubs, he stayed his lips and opted to have his trail of feverish kisses trace down the plains between her breasts. She had never known that watching someone taste her skin, their tongue teasingly caress the inner swell of her breasts, could be so erotic. She hadn’t noticed that as she watched him, she was holding her breath, until he returned to his previous pass and a sound that resembled a whine escaped. Perhaps it had been the

An orofacial examination testing sensation, range of motion, and strength revealed mandibular and buccal function be within normal limits, right-tongue weakness and fasciculation’s Diadochokinetic rate or of labial movement and respiratory rate was within normal limits. Dentition intact with ample occlusion. Palatine tonsils and anterior faucial pillars were normal in appearance. CF’s gag reflex was present indicating functional constriction of the oropharynx. The production of prolonged /a/ indicated

water fountain. When I took a drink of water, my parched mouth felt relieved, as if I took a dive in a crystal clear pool on a hot summer day. The cold and refreshing water soared from the water fountain into my mouth and moisturized my rough, dry tongue. As the cold liquid sloshes down my throat, I let a small smile as the icy water alleviated my dehydrated body. However, my body is not only longing for water, but also as well as for sustenance. My stomach growl in defiance as it was deprived of

Isolation and Examination of Genomic DNA Introduction This two-week lab had an overall theme of DNA analysis. Humans can distinguish between five different tastes: sour, sweet, salty, bitter and umami. In the 1930’s, a man named Arthur Fox created a molecule that some people can taste and others cannot, it’s called phenylthiocarbamide or PTC. It is based off a gene variation, whether or not someone can taste it. Tasting PTC is dominant and not tasting it is a recessive gene. The TAS2R38 gene can

When we're depressed, all of life seems tasteless and empty of joy. If we learn how to eat to beat depression though, we can restart more than just our taste buds. The reason is the how, and not just the what. To beat depression, learning to eat mindfully is as important as the foods we choose. Depressed people often fall into one of two camps... those who lose all interest in food, or those who shovel it in trying to soothe the pain. Too little food leaves us weak and light headed; too much leaves

Tonight needed to be special. Kendrick didn’t want to think how hard it would be without his bonded life mate for the next four weeks. He needed more time to show her they were truly bonded life mates. He experienced a strong connection when he pulled her from the sea that evening of the storm, two months ago. Kendrick was positive the first time he made love to her, the bond was now unbreakable. He was trying to take the relationship slow and let her come to the same conclusion. Since he understood

with the nastiest, juiciest, sea food like taste ever. Maybe, it tasted as if you placed crab, mayonnaise, fish brains, and egg yolk in a blender and then let it sit out in the sun for a couple days. Ew! With my reaction the food came flying off my tongue as fast as a soccer mom on Black Friday. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my

Two men in suits and white gloves open the heavy dark mahogany double doors as I slowly enter the dimly lit restaurant. My shiny night-black four inch heels are muffled against the bright red carpet while I make my way to the seating area. The hostess asks how many are dining tonight and I reply with one the loneliest of numbers. She leads me through the sea of candle lit tables to a two person table where I scoot my seat out for myself. The room is huge with twenty or so tables on the main floor

And, oh. It was pure bliss when Leorio finally, finally wrapped his hand around Kurapika’s dick, stroking him from base to tip, so slow. His touch was electrifying, like nothing Kurapika ever experienced before. A cry burst from his lips, high and shivery — and on some level it scared him, this physicality, but mostly he just wanted more. More. As if he could sense his desperation, Leorio leaned down and lapped up the translucent bead of precum leaking from him, wasting no time, apparently done with

Café Morocco. The last time I visited this restaurant I was 5 years old. We were celebrating Eid, an Islamic holiday that we celebrate at the end of our most holy month, Ramadan. Baba (father in Arabic) invited all of our family and friends to celebrate. This would be the last time he would invite people to his restaurant. This was his last day owning Café Morocco. Café Morocco is a Mediterranean restaurant, here in Downtown Sacramento. I never visited the restaurant after that day. I just didn’t