Vorarephilia

I am shifting in my seat, I feel you coming closer. I know what is going to happen and I honestly can’t wait for it. Your tongue moves out of your mouth and across your lips. Here it comes, your breath against my jaw, down my neck and to my collarbone. The heat, is it coming off you or me? Doesn’t matter. Do I have to ask? Is it something you will know? You like it when I am quiet, so I will stay quiet. Only if you do what you know I want. I feel it now, your teeth scrape along my chest. I smile, it’s finally going to happen. You’re going to eat me alive.