“Hey, ____________,” your Greek friend, Heracles said to you one day, “did you know that while it looks smooth and moist, a cat's tongue is actually quite rough and fairly dry?”
You chuckled. “You’re the first person I’d think of to know something like that, Heracles.” It was true. The nap-loving, easygoing Greek knew his way about cats.
“Would you like me to show you?” Heracles suddenly asked holding up one of the cats that followed him around. It was a cute cat.
“Sure, why not?” you shrugged. “Erm, where should the cat lick me? How about my arm?”
Heracles shook his head. “That’s not a good place to do it,” he said. “You should try somewhere sensitive like your cheek or your neck.”
“Hmm? Okay. How about my neck, then?” you suggested. “I don’t want my face covered in cat slobber.”
“Cats don’t really slobber, but your neck will do,” Heracles smiled and waited for you to brush back your hair and lean your head back so your neck could be exposed.
“Okay, I’m ready,” you said and waited for Heracles to bring his cat over to you. A few seconds later, you felt something wet and warm lick your neck. It was surprisingly smoother and softer than you had expected. Even your Italian friend, Feliciano, said a cat’s tongue was rough so why was this tongue so smooth?
You were about to get your question answered. Before you could open your mouth to ask Heracles about the cat’s tongue, you felt a pair of lips grab onto a tender patch of your skin and begin to suck.
“Oh my gosh!” you screamed and flew backwards onto the grass. When you regained your composure, you could see Heracles standing above you with a mischievous smile toying on his lips as he gave them as satisfied lick.
“Heracles, that was a dirty trick!” you growled and rubbed the spot where you were sure a cat hadn’t licked.
“What trick?” your friend innocently asked.
“You’re the one who licked me, not the cat!”
“Oh, the cat definitely licked you,” Heracles insisted.
“Then why did it feel so rough?” you frowned. “And how did the cat suck my neck?”
Heracles shrugged. “Maybe because the cat loves you?”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “I don’t get it.”
“You always call me a cat,” Heracles reminded you.
Ohhh…Now you got what he was saying. Great. Now your face was flushing crimson red.
“So how about it, ___________?” Heracles asked again. “Do you want to know what a cat’s tongue really feels like?”
You could help but smile. “That depends on what kind of cat you’re talking about.”
“Your type of cat, of course.”
“Then, yes,” you laughed and let the “cat” lick you on your neck once more.