*I have no idea where this goes or what the fuck it is. I got the idea for this while horny, high, and rewatching the Imperfect Cell Saga.*
When a woman fucks a man, she doesn’t just have sex with him.
She devours him. In part, or whole.
As soon as a man lays down on his bed, he has invited his partner to plunder him. To trap him inside of her. To hold him hostage within her body, as she writhes above to him to extract his essence. She indulges herself not in only flesh, but in spirit as well.
Sarah is a 42-year-old accountant who takes care of herself. Despite the large glasses that adorn her face, she commands a beautiful body that suggests nothing of her bookishness. Her thighs are taut, full, and firm. Her breasts are full and round. Even the details among her well-sculpted body were not unnoticed. Having a bit of admiration for her feet, her toes were always done.
After leaving the office one day, Sarah stopped by the local supermarket to grab herself a snack. There she encountered a person she wouldn’t have otherwise met. A younger guy, like she long fanatasized about fucking. A boy who would do exactly as she would say or face the consequences.