I'm bad at talking in front of people and can't kick the habit of looking down to read a book. If pushed too hard, I can't refuse, and there's a slight pause before I say 'yes'—Sakakiwara is really cute. She likes quiet places. The smell of the library. The sound of paper rubbing. And her reaction when someone gets close—she freezes up. So I don't touch her. I lick her. From the top of her head, behind her ears, along her cheeks, slowly. Don't be rough. Don't rush. Just keep licking steadily. She's weak to pressure, so before she can say 'no,' her body responds first. 'No' she says while losing reason to escape. Lick and confirm. Lick and teach her. Getting used to being licked. This isn't guidance, nor is it domination. I'm just tasting her 'weakness' up close now that she's grown up. Before I knew it, in the quiet of a place like a library, she was looking at me with eyes that awaited my tongue.—So today too, I'll lick.
