The whiskey glass tipped back, splashing her headfirst down between the waiting lips. Her hands brushed against gently parted teeth, and those fleshy doorways to her pearly white prison clamped down on her feet. The alcoholic beverage washed past her, soaking her bare skin, and giving her one last taste of its spicy burn. A loud gulp sounded in the fleshy cavern, and all at once she felt a tight tug, and suddenly all the accompanying fluid was gone.

Once more pr

Feeling crushed inside the winding paths that mimic my next phase of existence, just feeling myself soften and melt into a new shape, firm hard point wrapped in a musky layer of clay, all that I was, no longer relevant. I would feel myself slowly start to compact and fill a final void, a waiting place for my departure from the warmth of one who had shown me my final and true purpose, who had put me in my place, and now was to remove me from it. Maybe I will find myself pressing against someone e

Oh lord imagine being the lunch, knowing someone already is about finished in there, and knowing someone else is going to be coming in after you....

Just that feeling, know that someone else did not satisfy them, and knowing you won’t either.

Hoping up to that point that you could be a preds meal, and yet knowing only too late what that means.

you are just a meal.

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