Astral Nasties

Souls don't need protection, right?

 My soul slipped out of my body and into another galaxy. I could imagine this was what air felt like. My body quickly took on a form between gas and solid. I was between existing and not existing. I was free. And naked. That too.

 I found quickly that I didn't need to use my feet at all. I glided above the surface of this chartreuse planet until I came to another woman. She shocked me. I thought I was alone in my happy place. Not my favorite happy place, that's the sex swing, but a happy place.

 The woman's face was square shaped, she had black cat eyes, milky skin, sexy lips, glistening hair, long eyelashes, thick, low eyebrows, and a body that would make me eat a puppy for supper if I knew she was dessert.

 My doe eyes sunk. I tried to think but couldn't. Her piercing black eyes chased away my thoughts.

"You're new."

 I shrugged. Did this bitch call me a virgin with those eyebrows?

 "You're new to astral projection," She echoed, "You feel young in this world."

 I nodded, and as if on Que, her body slid toward me. I didn't have time to move before her lips were on mine.

 If I'm young is this pedophilia? How young am I? Is this legal?

 I heard the girl snicker between soft, tender kisses.

 "Shut your brain up," She ordered, half annoyed, half amused, half, wait, I'm going over. Just stick with the first two.

 "Yes, ma'am."

 Green vines secured my wrists behind my back. I was shockingly calm. I was almost afraid of how unafraid I was.

 Okay, enough oxymorons, back to the sex.

 Her tongue was cold and wet. My flesh quivered under the soothing muscle. I think it's a muscle, anyway.

 Back to the sex.

 I found that her teeth were long and pointed when they parted my flesh. It should have hurt, but all it did was tingle. I felt as though I was being gently electrocuted. My eyes rolled back in my head. I think it was blood that trickled down my stomach, it could have been her tongue. Either way it felt amazing.

 Her tongue didn't work like that of a normal woman. Once it entered me the pleasure became to much for me to handle. I lost control of my body, luckily more vines were there to hold me up. The particles in my body slowly drifted. A little voice in my head told me to be scared but but the loader voice was screaming her slutty head off. After god knows how long I could hear her thoughts, and that was how I knew she was taking my essential essence and turning me into air, trapping me forever in the space around her.

 Bitch.