Afternoon Delight
By
Irene Delacorte
I could feel every motion, feel the slime coating me, digesting and lubricating.
As my feet disappear within the maw of the rounded body I reach down and
lift the slime, rubbing it on my thighs, lubricating myself for the passage that
awaits me.
I measure time in inches, watching the slow sinuous movement of the maw
opening and sucking, closing and holding, each time more slime moving on my
body. I lay back and arch my body, supported by the slug, now holding my knees, my shoulders on the slimed floor.
The movement, my arching, causes a slight increase in movement and my thighs feel the sucking mouth. The saliva glands exude more of the gooey substance, hands at my thighs I take the handfuls of the saliva and rub my pussy, coating it, moving my hand within, the effect brings an ecstasy as the substance burns, lubricates and excites me.
I look up and see this horrid creature, this giant slug, a garden pest ingesting me slowly, inch by beautiful inch. The slowness serving to excite me further, allowing
me to experience my death in slow movements. My pussy, approaches the maw,
stretching to accommodate my ass, I continue my slow massage and feel another Orgasm release me into heights unknown; I rock and thrust wanting the sensation to never stop.
My mound disappears within, my fingers still stroking now locked within the
cold animal, this unknowing animal, intent on me for its meal. My legs can feel
the peristaltic movement of the throat, the slow rippling of the throat muscles
pulling me slowly, ever so slowly into its stomach. I don't resist, I can't resist,
I'm consumed with my consumption.
Hips move within the great slug, the mouth contracting with their passage.
The sucking and the saliva spurts continue, flowing from the maw to ease the
passage. Hours pass as my belly and ribs slowly descend into its body, my
feet now burning, on fire, my legs still shaking as I now continuously stay
at a plateau of pleasure I'd never known existed. My breasts are moved upward
as the maw closes on the sensitive skin on the lower side. The movement slows as they
suddenly slip in with a sucking sound my nipples like stones rubbed by the lips
of the entrance.
Crazed with the passion of my body, I hear the phone ring. My recorded message answers and the caller leaves a message. I listen knowing it will be the last words I ever hear. "Hi sweety, this is Mark, I'll be home late tonight, sorry I'll miss dinner, call
you when I leave." click... I look at the clock; he would have been home in 30 minutes
wonder what he would have done, would he see me before I slipped completely
away, would he have watched, pulled me out, or pushed me in.
Expanding again, the maw moves over my shoulders and approaches my face. The saliva fills my mouth as I gasp, my chest constricted by the throat muscles, I swallow
but more and more spurts from the glands and covers my mouth, my nose, and my eyes.
Within a final suck the maw draws me in completely, through slime covered eyes
I see the maw closing, the throat pulling me, the translucent body admits light that lets me see the walls dripping and pulling me into its stomach.
I pass within, now fully in the acid filled sack; I curl and shape myself to the small tight compartment, as the opening closes I can tell there is not much more
time for me, a last orgasm strikes me, greater than all the others a final gift
of the slug as my curled body expires.
The slug, exhausted itself, the sweet body within now still responds to the
sense of fullness. Slowly it turns to the door and starts its slow movement back to the garden its meal had tended so carefully.
Another “Present” for my friends, I hope I met your desires; writing is so intense for me
I can actually experience what I write feel it happening to me as I describe it to you. I have been eaten, I am inside...
Your deliciously sweet slug chow
Your Irene
