This was never about healing it was about hunger. You sat in my office, trembling, eyes glued to my throat as I swallowed, imagining yourself sliding down it. Sweet little prey… I knew your secret long before you confessed: you crave being devoured by a woman like me. And today, you earn your reward. I strip down to my lingerie, tease you with my lips, my neck, the slow tilt of my head then shrink you, helpless, at my feet. You don’t beg. You don’t run. You obey. And then… you fly into my mouth. I swallow you whole, feeling you squirm as my stomach clenches, acid rising to melt your skin, your cock, your very identity. You’re not a man anymore you’re mine, dissolving in the gut of your goddess. I’ll carry you for hours, rub my fullness, then toilet you out as nothing but a sticky smear.
