to tell.

As I was sitting outside contemplating the heat and licking my ice pop I began to realize how much it was dripping.

So, I put my lips on the top and slowly; so as not to miss a drop, brought the pop into my mouth.  It tasted so sweet.

I began to take the pop out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around the pop, enjoying the cool feel.  Taking my tongue I licked all the way down and flicked my tongue around the base, bringing my mouth back down on it; taking it all in.

Mmmmm, I love the stickiness of pop's juice, passing over my lips, rolling over my tongue and gliding down my throat.  

Thanks for sharing.

The story, not the pop.

I'd hate to imagine you with a tail.  Not that that's a bad thing...