If that is not to your liking I suggest you look up something else rather than complain about it in the comment section. You are, in fact not required to share your hatred. I have undressed myself before him, left nothing to the imagination and let it all go in anticipation of our shared desire of devouring me whole. It has been a cherished want, a deviant fantasy of mine for the longest time, to be eaten alive, swallowed whole, slide down the throat and find myself in the dark abyss of the stomach of a hungry beast, or as the case would be, a sexual partner. Its, not a completely alien concept, but a well-concealed fetish for most.
Veronica was completely speechless as she stared dumbfounded at her two best friends. Surly she had developed the taste for swallowing other humans, and she had mastered the technique. Never had she come across of pair of girls, let alone some on she knew, that were so insistent of being her next meal. This was unusual surely she had lot of willing meals over the years. Generally after talking others into the idea being her meal.
Her chest rose and fell consistently, intimate and naked. Her shades were closed but radiated out a faint blue light, either from the moon or a streetlight. Tantalizing shadows played across her curves. Her nipples were starting to harden in the cold of the room - when she first laid down, it had been far too warm to be under the covers, but the room had cooled as the night matured. Her body was exquisite, supple, feminine and the view of her a secret treasure in the world most men would never see.