Widow

Girls like Widow sometimes seem to have an allure that transcends mere physical attractiveness. Whether they're in high school, college, or at work, it doesn't matter. They seem unapproachable, withdrawn, alone and happy about it. But as distant and unlikely as the idea might seem, every coworker, every fellow student goes home wondering if they could ever date a girl like that.

Widow may be "that girl", that social outcast, that goth, but many of her peers would kill to date her. And luckily for them, Widow enjoys dating just as much as anyone else. She's rarely, if ever, turned one down from either gender. She's just as happy to spend an evening at the movies with a girl as a boy. There's no need to be shy. She likes getting close to people, flirting, being a silly teenager, making out.

And then the date ends and you take her home. She invites you in, a sultry, suggestive smile on her startlingly red lips. She takes your hand and pulls you towards her while leaning away from you - that world-recognised signal that she wants you to come in and enjoy something illicit with her. And maybe she does. If she likes you, she'll sit with you. Make out with you. Cuddle with you. And if she really likes you, maybe she'll take you upstairs, slip out of that gothy outfit and bed you.

But before the night is through, she'll make her move. She'll slink over your body and look into your eyes. Those ruby lips will part and a pink tongue will slide over them to taste you - and then that slinky, flexible body becomes a trap as she embraces you, entangles you, and engulfs you, sliding you whole and alive down her throat. Your date will end inside Widow, your body curled up in that warm, wet stomach. You are hers, your body afloat within that sultry, seductive woman's.

And as you struggle and beg, you hear that first moan, and the second, and the third, as the sated girl begins to indulgently masturbate.