A tiger’s kisses probably feel like ice-cold metal. His razor-sharp teeth, dripping with drool, undoubtedly linger in your field of vision.
Will you be able to concentrate on his lips? Forget for a moment that it’s a tiger?
I don’t think so. I think the moment your lips touch his skin, it’ll feel like a basketball is thrown against your face with hard velocity: either you’re knocked out, or you flinch with pain in your head.
Is there anyone who wants to test if this theory is true?
*some of my newsletter readers have given me 3 words. With those 3 words, I create a short story. This little story is based on the 3 words in the title.