Early Monday morning, licking my teeth and playing with my saliva and breathing into the camera, listen to how hot my breath is, and the sounds of my mouth. This is well before I brush my teeth.

The taste of saliva coats my tongue, reminding me that I haven't brushed my teeth yet. There is a slight hint of bitterness from the lingering taste of coffee.

As I breathe into the camera, there is a low whistling sound. The clicking of my tongue against my teeth can be heard as I play with my saliva. The sound of saliva play hot in the ears

The soft sound of my breathing ca...

Early Monday morning, licking my teeth and playing with my saliva and breathing into the camera, listen to how hot my breath is, and the sounds of my mouth. This is well before I brush my teeth.

The taste of saliva coats my tongue, reminding me that I haven't brushed my teeth yet. There is a slight hint of bitterness from the lingering taste of coffee.

As I breathe into the camera, there is a low whistling sound. The clicking of my tongue against my teeth can be heard as I play with my saliva. The sound of saliva play hot in the ears

The soft sound of my breathing can be heard too.

As my tongue moves over my teeth, feeling the ridges and crevices with my taste buds. I tap my teeth lightly, feeling the hard enamel and the softness of my gums.

It was a ritual of raw and sensual intimacy, a symphony of sensations and sounds that heralded the start of a new week.