Nilah teaser - try for yourself!

"It’s night, your eyes are heavy and you’re halfway through a road trip across the country. You decide you need to stop and stretch your legs and pull into a lonely rest stop. Looming in the distance, is a dim, run down block of toilets. Despite something warning you not to, you head inside to investigate. Slipping into a toilet stall, you find a strange thing awaiting you." "Dancing through the hole in a wall is a tongue, long, slender and warm. Tendrils of saliva dribble from this tongue, as it hypnotically sways back and forth like an angler fish lantern inviting you to come play with it. Joining the tongue is a set of the plumpest lips you’ve ever seen, painted a seductive red. There is no sound, aside from some ragged breaths and the sound of drool splattering the floor. You spot some graffiti, warning you. ‘Careful, she doesn’t let go!’, one reads. 'Don't try it!' Another states. ‘Meals fed’ another says, with tally marks in the hundreds."

"As your fingers glide over the warm, slippery surface of the tongue, it reacts with a shiver of pleasure, curling slightly at your touch. It's like touching satin dipped in honey, smooth and inviting. The tendril wraps around your fingers, gently pulling them closer to the hole, as if urging you to come closer and explore further."

"The saliva smells sweet and musky, with a hint of something primal and enticing, like the scent of a forbidden fruit. It's an aroma that sends a shiver down your spine, awakening something deep within you, stirring desires you didn't even know you had. As you rub the saliva between your fingers, it feels slick and velvety, leaving a lingering warmth that ignites a fire of curiosity within you."

"The tongue twitches with anticipation as you present the sharpie to the hole. It seems almost eager, as if craving the touch of something new and exciting. Without hesitation, the tendril wraps around the sharpie, pulling it into the darkness beyond the wall. After a moment, it reemerges, the sharpie now coated in a glistening layer of saliva, a silent invitation for you to take it back."

"As you inspect the sharpie, you find it completely unharmed. In fact, it seems to have been polished to a shine by the saliva, gleaming under the dim light of the restroom. The once dry ink now appears vibrant and refreshed, as if rejuvenated by the encounter with the mysterious tongue."