Chapter 3
I love kissing. It’s the intimacy of the act, the sensation of consuming another life, another soul—even if it’s all symbolic—that I adore. People have to eat to survive, and sure, modern medicine has made it possible to do so without ever using your mouths, but honestly, that’s no kind of existence. It’s a way station for the patient to utilize until he’s ready to join the living again. Then, when he does, he’ll consume whatever he has to—and lots of things he doesn’t—to survive.
But loving it and doing it are two entirely different matters. I’ve been called cold by some of my one-night stands before, because I generally refrain from any sort of oral connection. I’ll use my mouth to suck a c**k, or to feast on a gorgeous ass, but that’s as far as it goes.
Kissing is about sur
