/lit/ - Literature

Sometimes I dream she's laying naked and spread eagled on my floor with a plastic funnel lodged securely down her anus, enticing me to approach with those mischievous brown eyes. I step towards her, returning her glowing, seductive grin with a gleeful smile.

I pick up the bucket and empty thousands and thousands of skittles down the funnel and into her warm, receptive bowels until her pelvis swells and her eyes water and her chin begins to quiver gently.

I wipe away a tear from her cheek and savor the salty tang it leaves on my tongue. She's eager now, taking deep breaths, her earlier attitude of seduction all but forgotten as the intrusive skittles roll and nestle within her.

I slowly remove the funnel and admire a brief eyeful of the rainbow treats filling her insides before her taut little bum hole contracts around them - seemingly vanished. It's a tense moment. She groans as I give her a last reassuring pet before taking her full, milky buttocks in my hands and lifting her lower body tenderly over her head to leave her anus facing the ceiling.

"Ready?" I ask, the trace of a smirk in my tone.