An After Sex Snack.
By Markks
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I crawled ever so slowly up one of her long legs. I would say it was like a thin long stick, yet is was huge compared to me.
She was aware of me. I looked up and could see her massive eyes looking down at me, glistening in the gloomy light that surrounded us. Her mouth opened and I stopped becoming ever so still. I had to be so careful not to make her angry, to keep her aroused and wanting me to continue to climb.
She settled down and I moved up again.
The breeze around us was light, but it felt like a hurricane as I was so small.
I reached the top of her leg and climbed onto her body. Moving over her oh so hairy and attractive back I oozed my way towards the back of her head.
She did not have peripheral vision and so she could not see me. But she felt my sexy touch as I slowly caressed her on the back and moved towards the rear of her head.
Finally reaching the top and most forward point of her, I slowly, ever so slowly, climbed down her face. I got to her mouth. This was the most dangerous part of the maneuver so far.
Her two fangs were each larger than my entire body. Each had venom in them that would paralyze me instantly. I had to keep her in anticipation and for the love of god prey that she was not hungry.
I moved down under her jaw. And started to produce my silken stream of web and wove it around her fangs.
When finished I climbed under her and let nature run it’s course. When finished, she stretched her jaw and used two of her eight legs to remove the web.
At about one hundred times my size, my mate rapidly bite me, I was paralyzed and very quickly became her light after sex snack. But I died happy as I knew I was going to be a father. And with such a monstrous female spider as the children’s mother …..
RIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG
The alarm clock woke me up from my nightmare. I looked at it and saw that I had two hours to get ready. My meeting with the divorce lawyers was this morning. I thought of the picture of my wife in my head.
Fat, jaws, eight legs. The Bitch was going to try to devour me. But I smiled. It was a nightmare. I was not the week male spider, rather I was the deadly human who could flatten and hurt her and she could only give me the creeps. She had so many legal surprises coming. I had such good lawyers. It was I who was spinning the web that she was trapped in like the fly not the spider.
It was still dark outside as I got washed and ready. It was going to be a nightmare of a day as even if I won the coming fight I had still lost my wife… and there was no light snack to make me feel better.
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