She hunts down
her meals, intoxicates them with the vanilla bean scent of her Aveeno covered
skin. The invitation overwhelms their
senses; they can’t keep away. She moves
sensually through a hidden, red-silk laced corridor with small lights setting
the mood along the way. Following her
every move, they round a corner and fall head-on into several barred metal contraptions. She glides around each one, breathing in the
scent they emit. From the air, it seems,
she produces a small strip of cowhide and cracks it once – the noise resonates throughout
the open concrete room. In the far
corner, there’s a round bed drenched in velvet blood and white satin feather
downs. Each man, in turn, gets a teaser before
the darkest of them is released. He’s
led over to the dimly lit bed and she begins.
She touches his
smooth, mocha skin, caresses his muscled chest and slowly drags the gentle
brown cowhide down his body – from his chin to the top of his precious
cargo. Crawling back up, she sets her
body down, passionately presses her lips to his and seductively allows her
tongue to dance with his. His cargo soon
pressed against her leg.
It’s time.
Taking his face in her hands, she leans
in and whispers against his lips, “You’ve been so compliant tonight. I thank you.”
Her
poisoned kisses have left him paralyzed beneath her. She smiles as his face sinks into itself,
stretching the skin to look like thin creeping vines across a building’s
side. She reaches for his chest and,
swift as a hummingbird, plunges her hand inside and grabs his heart. Pulling it out for him to see, she sets her
lips to the left ventricle and sucks his soul through it. Her own heart swells with pleasure as his
eyes slide into his brain. For good.
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