Come Over for Dinner?

When my girlfriend Cindy invited me over to her place, I never expected to end up in her stomach.

We’d been going steady for several weeks. She was gorgeous—tall and statuesque, with brown hair that fell in waves past her waist. She had plenty of cleavage, too, and dressed to show it off.

When I got to her house, she was sitting up to that cleavage in the hot tub in back. “Come on in!”

In a few minutes, I was in my swim trunks, cuddled up next to her. She took my hand in hers and right over her belly button. “Feel that?” she murmured.

“Mmm?” I said.

“How would you like to go there?”


She smiled at me. “You see, I’m really hungry tonight, and I was thinking of having you for dinner.”

I glanced down. “You mean giving me a—?”

She laughed. “I mean opening wide and swallowing you down to my tummy. How would you like that?”

I still thought she was kidding. “If you can fit me inside, you can have me.”

She just smiled. “I’ll hold you to that.” Then she leaned in closer to me, and opened her mouth…

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