Golden Throat Again

Her eyes widened, and she made a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a giggle. Then her head was in my mouth, and I was pulling her in and gulping her down.

She was like no one I had ever tasted before. It was like the difference between box wine and Dom Perignon. There were so many different flavors, it was hard to say just what she reminded me of. But she did taste familiar. I really enjoyed her going down. Weirdly, I didn’t feel any remorse over swallowing her. She just…tasted too good to regret.

Finally, she slid down into my tummy, and I sat down and patted the bulge. It was just starting to dawn on me that I’d just eaten my probable sister. “Uh…you okay in there?”

A giggle came back in response. Her voice sounded so much like my own, it was like I was the one talking. “Even with amnesia, you’re still better at the game than me. It’s not fair.”

Well, if she wasn’t disturbed about it, I wasn’t going to be either. “Looks like I have the penthouse to myself after all.”

She giggled again.

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