Tacos

It was that slightly salty taste that he was trying to describe. But it's always so hard to describe things on demand, even if they're the things you most like to touch with your fingers and tongue. His mind was drawing a blank, and the only thing he could connect with saltiness was the above-mentioned food item. It was an unfair comparison, of course. But it was a bad question. She asked what she tasted like down there. And taste is not all that a woman is between her legs. There's the smoothness of her legs. The warmth and the softness between them. The wetness. The way she nudges her hips up and down. The way she tilts her head back into the pillow and holds her breath as if she were under water. There is so much more than just what a woman tastes like, and he couldn't describe it on demand.