Her skin was supple and warm and I could taste the salt and her perfume as my tongue glided over it, the combination intoxicating. I dove into her, filling up on her life source, devouring as much as I could of her, until I could take no more. I was about to withdraw from her when she reached over and swatted me, cutting my life short, but I’ll never forget her or how she made me feel in those few brief moments when we were one.

One comment

  1. polishsnausage · January 15, 2012

    Writing prompt of “mosquito” as posted on Chuck Wendig’s Terrible Minds website.

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