Darkroom

A Kiss of Ill Omen

While devouring her lips, the toxic taste of selenium in her saliva forecasted my impending doom. That foreboding suspicion turned to malaise, which progressed to paralysis and a temporary deadness in my jaw.

As her venomous secretions assimilated into the bloodstream and monopolized my body's responses, I perceived my face enter a horrific catatonia. Streams of vile calamity ran over the edges of my unresponsive mouth like the heinous bloodbaths of a primitive barbaric society.

I felt the cascading pools of saliva settle on my inner thigh, adjacent to my left sack. The wetness malevolently seeped into my pores and entrenched itself under my flesh like an overzealous scabies infestation declaring holy war.

There I stood, unable to move, dripping. Mouth open, cock closed, and wet everywhere in-between.