You’re still touching the lunchmeat. It’s touching you inside. All over. It’s rubbing against your tongue, teeth… the roof of your mouth. It massages its way to the back of your throat rubbing itself against every inch of your esophagus, until it finally reaches the inside of your stomach.
But it’s not done there. Your lunchmeat - the same thing you revile touching with your fingers - begins to lay against the walls of your stomach lining as it is slowly digested. Some of it may even make its way into your small intestine completely intact. It touches you all the way through.
Is that really what you want for yourself?
Lol... Meanie! 😜
It's only my outside nerves that get bothered by it. The insides know it is tasty.
Very descriptive writing though, so good effort!
Much obliged. You and your wife have a very considerate, charming relationship and I’m happy you found each other!
You’re still touching the lunchmeat. It’s touching you inside. All over. It’s rubbing against your tongue, teeth… the roof of your mouth. It massages its way to the back of your throat rubbing itself against every inch of your esophagus, until it finally reaches the inside of your stomach.
But it’s not done there. Your lunchmeat - the same thing you revile touching with your fingers - begins to lay against the walls of your stomach lining as it is slowly digested. Some of it may even make its way into your small intestine completely intact. It touches you all the way through.
Is that really what you want for yourself?
Lol... Meanie! 😜
It's only my outside nerves that get bothered by it. The insides know it is tasty.
Very descriptive writing though, so good effort!
Much obliged. You and your wife have a very considerate, charming relationship and I’m happy you found each other!
Are your lips inside or outside