It starts with a light, soft touch, one tentacle gently reaching out, hesitant, hopeful, hanging lightly in the air.
There’s a pause. Skin touches skin. One softly strokes the other and slides closer, and then, carefully, they wrap themselves together, stroking, probing, entwining. They glisten as they move, and because they are snails, everything happens very slowly. The rubbing, the rapture, the intensity of it all – snail sex is extraordinarily lovely to look at.