Nate and Kullo
Muzzles met muzzles; tongues greeted tongues; and the best kiss Kullo had ever had was under way. Passion flowed from him to his partner, a passion which was returned ten-fold by said partner in the form of warm paws and even warmer lips. Even with Kullo’s eyes shut, the possum could see this passion flowing between himself and the squirrel in his arms. He could taste it as their tongues met somewhere between each respective muzzle and wrestled one another for dominance of their mouths. He felt it radiating off the warm body in his strong arms as it slowly seeped into him through every pore on his body. It came to his ears through the small moans that the squirrel gave during the kiss. The smell entered his nose…