Darkroom

Vagina Dentata.

And at once she was straddling me. I looked down and grimaced in horror.

Her cunt had a dentile disposition–incisors projected out menacingly along the ridges of her labia minora–a pink fleshy spewing gargoyle that existed only to tyrannize my dreams at night with its satanic and caustic clutch.

My range of motion was deprived, but I could feel my body convulse as she governed over my anatomy, my fears, my erection.

I slaved to breathe from the bloodcurdling brutality as she siphoned my seed into the wickedness of her ravenous receptacle, but before I would lose consciousness and the will to live, she was gone in a flash, and so was my virginity.