deepest treasure

I loved one other woman. Still do. We knew one another from the age of fourteen. We almost had kids. I know her most intimate secrets, things she won’t tell anyone else because who would understand? She is perhaps the person I cherish the most in this whole world. So what that we parted, and that it was the right thing to do? I would protect her to the ends of the earth.

Until you.

She is very, very strong, and a higher belt than me in BJJ. I will have had to train to be sure I could handle her.

But she trusts me. She won’t expect that when I’ve invited her to a house (that seems no longer to have a wife in it) my bedroom contains a beautiful, sensually fattened vampiress tied to my bed.

I’ve tied you by hands and feet to the bedframe. You lie on your back with your head hanging slightly off the mattress. I took great pleasure in tying your legs parted and was tormenting you with slow, lazy licks when T knocked at the door.

My first betrayal when T sees you and freezes is to grab one arm and to pull her hair sharply backwards. Not a legal BJJ move, but with the hip thrust to break her posture it means she can’t resist but to stagger towards you when I push.

She’s shorter than you, trim, beautiful, dark. She even has little kitten fangs. Long, straight black hair flies everywhere as she struggles. “Andy! What—”

I force her outstretched hand to your mouth and you bite just the right place. She freezes again as you swallow a mouthful of her blood. I told you that she had a dire phobia of slit or punctured wrists, and you just grinned and said, “lovely”.

I’m going to sacrifice her to you, my dear Raven. She’s a person whom I love and I want nothing more than to feed her to you, for your pleasure. She’s not even fat. She won’t add more than 5.5kg to your belly but she’ll burn inside it and smelt into filth all the same.

I’m doing this because you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Because satisfying your hunger is the highest calling we can aspire to. If she dies a screaming chemical death in the hell of your stomach it will be a small price to pay to make you smile.

Tomorrow I will run the Invitation and give her up to you. Would you like to hear the story?