Mantis Girl — Anon

Brenin’s girlfriend is on top of him; her mouth on his neck, his hands desperately trying to unbuckle her jeans. The pounding of his heart is in his ears along her giggles as he succeeds in unbuckling the jeans and proceeds to pull them down. She lets them pool at her feet, then she simply steps out of them. All that’s left between them is air, a pair of panties and his tenting boxers. Brenin notices that he is extremely uncomfortable. His girlfriend smiles and puts a hand on him. He nearly comes right then and there. He doesn’t, but he didn’t expect a hand to feel so good. He moans and takes control.

She is on his bed, panties removed, legs open. To his mind, it is the best invitation ever. He places himself between her legs. His first lick makes her gasp. The second moan. She was putty in his hands, so in need, so wanting. It was all he could do to stop himself from diving into her, pounding her, claiming his pleasure, forgetting hers.

He pulls himself out of her and rolls onto his back. His heartbeat is returning to normal and he looks at his girlfriend of three months, they had met at a wedding of one of his friends to her bestfriend. They had hit it off and had been together since. Her eyes are closed and her breathing shallow. He smiles to himself and starts to drift off to sleep. He wakes to screaming and realizes that it is his own. He opens his eyes to an all-consuming darkness. He feels a pressure on his neck and then nothing.