They passed on to the small, narrow neck of land that unites the headlands with the larger, rest of the isle. The sandy strip of land that is continually washed over by high tides, separating the headlands from the south, temporarily making it a separate island.
This was a problem, it was a bottleneck of sorts, cutting off communication. The northern and southern folk looked at the world through different eyes. Especially so now, after the 'People of the Tube' had invaded the isle like a cancer. The northern headlands and the mainland had contradictory views and strategies of how to deal with the situation. Several grand councils, the 'Meeting of the Tribes', were held at Pow-Wow Circle, but nothing was agreed upon.
Tomek and Venecia watched the flock of white necked swan that paraded here. On the strand, their long necks were bent and so graceful like. The waves washing in around their feet.
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Tomek didn't know what came over him, but he was compelled to kiss Venecia's neck. To place little, sweet, delicate kisses all the way up and down her neck. It warmed her, seduced her, so that her head fell back, lazily, revealing more of her neck to him. As if she was offering it to him: a long, slim, luscious, pale-colored neck that gracefully bent back like the swan's neck around them. This was Venecia's swan neck. A neck meant for necking. Where the two of you crane your necks around each other, looking for new places to kiss.
When you're about to kiss a girl, to give her her first kiss, it's often best to not start with the lips. Start with the neck. Little love kisses and nuzzles and licks all the way up and down.
Oh, and don't forget her ear! How lovely is her ear! So he licked at length every ridge and contour of her ear, diving into its crevices. A lass's ear has more random and unique shapes than any other part of her body, ... save her Venus vulva. You can almost guess what her vulva looks like by exploring her ear. Of course, it's much too soon to ask the pretty maid for a peek down there,... but she'll likely let you nibble on her ear, and she'll swoon and mewl a little when you do, just as with her more hidden folds far below.
So she stands, with her neck craned, and her feet by the water, as Tomek kept licking and kissing, her neck and ear. He liked to wedge his tongue behind her ear, and lick the crevice there. Little sea waves kept coming in and washing over her feet, and then back out. And with each wave, almost in sync, came her little breathy moan, escaping her mouth as he licked them out of her, to hang and blend in the air with the sound of the surf.......
Long wet, slow, soft, warm, puppy dog licks.... Working his way around her neck. Licking the nape of her neck..... She cooed like a dove, and mewed and mewled.....
For quite some time he licked, while the flock of strutted around them, craning their long white necks up to look. She felt dizzy, the world spinning round, head up facing the stars, as his passionate kisses made love to her neck. She couldn't see the swans, but she heard their honking.
He licked until her neck was all shiny, and sticky. Nibbled slightly on that sweet lass's swan white neck. Like the way a little mouse nibbles. Ticklish, but nice. Yes, so nice.