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Sometimes I write short fiction to a very special predator. Sometimes that fiction is posted here!
It took the best part of two weeks to make them yours. During a period of lying low they were an important distraction. Two weeks using words, touch and raw magical compulsion, and the twins from the apartment across the way were yours. "Crow," says Sharah, her voice trembling, fit to crack. "Please. Please do it." Knees knotted to elbows, she kneels like she's praying in the direction of Mecca. You prefer the sensual lusciousness of a fat woman's generous behind, but this skinny beauty is flash
The Good Ache
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Hello! We'd like to talk about A Goddess who is gaining clout! You have a lovely fam'ly here Would you consider feeding her? Her hair is black, her visage pale Her eyes can pierce the earthly veil. And what from you does she require? To burn you in her stomach-pyre! Your wife she'll savour as treat Commence consumption from her feet Observe her body disappear Between red lips that inspire fear To curl up in a gut so tight And boil away in blackest night. Your children, grown, will follow on Slip
House Call (silly poem)
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You told me about this once when I asked about the oddest way you'd ever dreamed of eating someone. You went quiet then reminded me that your dreams aren't dreams but rather memories. But then you picked this. You smiled fondly as you recounted the details, as if it were it were a treasured memory. It was hauntingly cute.---In another time, in another life...... He's holding out. Not breathing; perfectly still. You'd be annoyed, but you know his composure will break if you wait long enough.So yo
Third Wheel
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