Cannibalism

I met her in the most random way. I don’t know if it was luck or temptation, but it called me. It was a late night, maybe half past midnight. She was in the gas station buying a pack of cigarillos. She had on a crop top but nothing too showy and a pair of high top jeans. Her hair was long and flowy and she just automatically commanded the cashier’s attention.

“Can I get the pack of dutches? No, not those. Go down a row” She stated. If you’re in a gas station buying rellos, for certain you smoke. There’s not many people I know who smoke cigarillos for shits and giggles.

“Damn. You only smoke dutches, huh?” I spoke. I don’t know why. She somehow called to me. I don't know if it was her body or the way her hair flowed. I just needed to say something to her.

She laughed. “Of course. Games smoke too fast and swishers are a decade done.”

Damn, I thought to myself. How the hell she thought what I was thinking?

I laughed out loud. “I was dead ass saying the same thing in my head”

She laughed with me. Who knew her beauty matched her laugh so well? The cashier finished ringing her up and she paid with a smile on her face. I was still giggling too mentally. Once she finished paying, she headed out the door, but she stopped and said:

“Hey, do you have an insta?”

The cashier glanced at me and rolled his eyes.

“Of course, I do. Come here and I’ll give it to you” I said with the utmost confidence.

She giggled and trotted my way. We ended up exchanging instas and numbers. It was so random of a night for me to get so lucky. I walked out the gas station with confidence. Maybe it won’t be so long now.

After a month long of texting and convincing, I finally got to be alone with her. We were in the car in the middle of an empty parking lot, it was obvious she smoked when I first met her. So of course, we weren’t doing anything she wasn’t used to doing. She arrived with one pre-rolled and because I was nervous, I had about 3 pre-rolled, ready to go.

We had been sitting in the car for about an hour, 2 blunts in, when I had brought out my flask. I only drunk nothing but the best. She was already high. She gazed at me through her eye lashes and I latched her on with my eyes as well. I didn’t know what it was about her that made me so... different. She stole the flask from my hands and I laughed.

“I guess you’re pretty fast with your hands, huh?” I muttered. She laughed and put a hand over her mouth.

“As fast as you want me to be” she flirted. Her face blushed and she turned her eyes away from me. I continued to gaze at her as she takes my flask and downs the liquid until she’s satisfied.

“wow, was that whiskey?” she growls. Oh, what a soft growl that was. I take my flask gently from her hands and relight the blunt I rested on the dash.

“It was. How’d you know?” I whispered. She was moving sideways. As if the blunt and the whiskey finally clashed in a way that made her other than herself. She looked at me through hooded, red eyes and touched my hand.

“hmm... You look exactly like the whiskey type” She muttered.

What a woman that had graced my sight. A woman that was not scared neither nervous when faced with me. I was an utter stranger that she had only met a month ago. I was only intrigued by the rellos she smoked to ease her conscious and she decided to ease me with her presence. The smell of her on top of the weed that filled my nostrils, only insinuated her allure to me. I licked my lips.

“Should we light one more?” I pondered. She laughed out loud in the most obnoxious way. For a second, I was instantly cured of her lust and allure.

“What are you trying to do to me, huh? You trying to get me fucked up, huh?” She moaned. The whiskey and the smoke must’ve entered her by now. It was now I would’ve had to make my move. The smell of her, the scent of her breath, the scent of her lust was more than enough to take me over.

I kissed her lips as if I had been waiting for days. No. It had been months since I had been sufficed. Such a sweet, innocent soul seduced by nothing at all. Such a sweet, young nothing tempted by attention and by words. God, it was delicious. It was tantalizing. I was so hungry.

I kissed her deeply. My tongue meddling with the slight drips of alcohol stuck in her mouth. She moaned into my mouth the fierceness of pleasure. I moved my hand from her cheek, to her neck, and to her breast. What sensuous feeling of desire. Oh, to be wanted by a nobody. No. To be needed by a nobody. it filled my head with thoughts and passion that I could no longer hold back.

As her tongue moved to my lips, to my ears and neck, I moaned out loud. Her spit on my skin pleased me so much. It had been so long since I was desired and hungered. The moon was high and the heat was steaming and fogging the windows of the car. She suckled my ear and my neck. She continued down to my shoulders, only using her tongue to lick the beaded sweat that had formed.

“You got me good, you know that?” She moaned as her tongue licked down my chest.

“You have no idea, baby” I whispered. She continued her tongue assault as she reached further down into me. Her trail of spit left a blaze across me. Wherever her tongue slid is exactly where it burst in flames. I could take no more. My mouth widened and my teeth sharpened. She heard the low growl of an animal.

“Oh damn baby. I love hearing you growl” she stated and looked up at me. The look of pure pleasure turned into one of pure fear. My eyes had changed in to slits as her caresses tempted me so. My teeth had sharpened into knives as her nails dug into me so good. I was ready to devour her entire being. Before she could let out a scream, I tore into her neck. The blood that shot across to the car window could only describe my release.

It shot with a gusto. Such a squirt of pure of joy. Her eyes widened and pure fear could only be read on her face. Or was it pleasure? I threw her back into her passenger seat and forced myself on top of her. Her hair soaked with blood, her eyes shocked with fear, her lips unable to speak as it gagged on her own blood was just too much for me.

I devoured her whole. I finished suckling the blood from her neck. Leaving some blood that I may eat her still warm. I kissed her warm lips. Gosh, she tasted so good. I scraped my nails on her thighs and ate the juices that were still flowing outside of her. I moaned out loud. I could hardly bare it any longer. I devoured her insatiably. I ate her outside as good as I did her insides. She was the best meal I’ve had in months.

Once I finished my meal, with nothing left but the remnants of blood on the leather seats, I get out of the car. I looked up to the sky with a deep sense of relief. I was finally full. How long had it been ? Days, weeks, months? I close my eyes and let the wind dry the wet blood on my face. Who knows the next time I’ll be full again ? Days, weeks, months?

I opened my eyes and got back in my car. I smiled at the remnants of her sweet blood. On I go, until my next fill. I cranked up the car, turned on the radio, and drove to the nearest 24 hour car wash. There was no need to drive in filth.