Cindy awoke with a start. “Oh Don, what a dream.”

Don turned toward her. “Nightmare?”

“No, not exactly. I was walking along somewhere, and I came upon this foot. It was half buried. So naturally I tried to pull it out.”

“Naturally,” Don said.

“Yeah, but it was stuck. And I pulled harder and harder, but it wouldn’t come, and then I discovered it was my own foot.”

“Interesting,” Don said. Now he was holding Cindy’s foot. “Maybe I better lubricate it, so that next time it comes out more easily.”

Before Cindy had a chance to reply, Don had much of Cindy’s foot in his mouth.

“Are you going to eat me all up?” Cindy asked.

“I am,” Don vowed.

Kneecap, ear, elbow, nose, nipples and bellybutton.

He saved Cindy’s cunt for dessert.

“Sometimes you take my breath away,” Cindy murmured following the feast.

“You were completely delicious,” Don said. “And while I was eating you, I had this dream. I dreamt I nearly tripped over something. It seemed to be stuck.”

“Oh? What was it this?” Cindy asked, her hand reaching.

“It was!”

“Mmm,” Cindy said. “Maybe I’d better lubricate it.”