It’s safe to say that I’m seriously regretting my life choices now.
I’ve always been a voraphile. That means I get off on people being eaten. Weird, I know. But when my girlfriend said she’d learned how to do it, I invited her over, hoping she’d show me.
Big mistake. Turns out she wanted to test it on me, and if it wasn’t for my stupid fetish I would have struggled on the way down.
“Getting comfy in there?” she said with a giggle as I laid in her stomach, curled up into a ball.
I groaned. “Anna, this isn’t funny,” I grumbled.
I felt her finger poke into her belly. “I think it is,” she replied.
I squirmed a bit, but it was so darn cramped I could barely move.
Another giggle. “Fight all you want, you’re mine now,” she said, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone.
I felt something coil around her belly…
Oh yeah. My girlfriend is a naga.