/lit/ - Literature

A tarantula's mouth is like a little red puckered anus. When I was a lad I often searched for spiders in my garden when the rain came through, and if I found one, I would tear apart it. Once, when I had only one spider to deal with, I used its fangs to poke holes through the bark of a coconut tree to find the female. She came out, but then we took her back to the house to eat. I was in a hurry anyway, so I cut her up and ate it as soon as it was dead. It reminded me of the night when my mother had to run into a tree with a dead spider, and then I found the place where I had eaten it. Ripping off the abdomen and placing the writhing creature at the head of my cock to tickle me to violent orgasm. The idea that the venom was the thing holding it back was so fascinating, and it iced my cock so much. I can feel it slipping into my cock like a wet sponge and taking a bite out. I love this feeling! My cock has changed. It can now go harder, feel more natural, and the need of a woman's body and the need of a man's cock is much more real.