Yesterday Celine fixed us turkey sandwiches. So good!

“Any more of that turkey left?” I asked her today.

“All gone.”

“Oh. Well, it was a great turkey.”

“Yes,” Celine said, “but I feel bad about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think maybe I’ll become a vegetarian.”

“Oh.”

“It just seems wrong to eat other creatures. I mean turkeys have feelings. Maybe they even have thoughts.”

“Would you still love me even if I ate turkeys?”

“I think so. But what if some creature was going to eat you for Thanksgiving?”

“What kind of creature? You mean like a lion or tiger or bear?”

“No, some superior creature. Maybe they caught you in the wild. Maybe they raised you in a pen. But there was nothing much you could do about it. They were going to eat you.”

“I don’t think I’d like it,” I said.

“What if you saw that these creatures had captured me? They strapped me to a board and carried me off. They took me through a desolate landscape. No trees, no plants, just stone and dust. And I knew that they were going to eat me. They were going to fuck me and eat me and there was nothing I could do.”

“I would rescue you,” I said. “I would snatch you away from them.”

I scooped up Celine and carried her to the bedroom. I stripped off her blouse and her jeans.

“I would pluck you,” I said. “I would pluck you until you were completely bare, and then I would fuck you.”

I plunged my cock into her welcoming cunt.

“I would fuck you and fuck you and fuck you.”

“Yes,” said Celine, her legs tight about my thrusting hips. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“I would make you come and come and come, and then I would eat you.”

“Yes,” Celine said, just before she came. “Eat me softly, okay?”

She came then, and I came with her, and then I ate her, softly at first, and then, when she started to come again, I devoured her.

So good!