snack

the jogger was out for a run at dusk. Trying his best to tighten post 50 buttocks.

How delicious, how vulnerable.

The sun dipped over the horizon. He could have never seen me lying in wait. My black hair coiled, blending into the night.

He stopped to catch his breath. Metal glinted in the dull light of the moon. I slithered up behind him, pushing the blade against his throat.

"I--"

I linked my leg around his and pulled him down, back into the vegetation lining the lonely road.
"Shh, don't say a word," Searching his pockets I took his phone, crushed it and threw it an unnatural distance away, "we want no interruptions."

My whisper was hoarse. It had been too long. I did not have much control, I fought for caution.

But I was so so hungry.

I pressed his face into the soil. My hand crept up his beefy thighs, finding my way into his shorts. Hairy and damp from sweat his buttocks shivered at my touch. I pulled his hips up to continue my exploration. His engorged size was not made up of fantasy.

He was average, this did not displease me. That part of him was excited to greet me. His frightened grunts said his brain did not agree.
With strength belied by slim, pale limbs I flipped him over.

My shame usually hides their sight from me.

Silken insides, hard as stone. His fear could not override his urge to be pleasured. I am pleasure itself. The pressure of my grinding must have been close to painful. I dug my fingers into his mouth to play with his tongue until he choked and drooled.

The sanity gnawing hunger subsided.

Covered in more sweat than any run could have ever produced he gave me an uncertain eye. I gave him a toothy grin in return. Terror quaked through him.

"Smile," I said, "and be on your way. Remember, shh."

I sealed his silence with one final grope inside his mouth. I casually rolled off him and sunk back into the dark.