Centipede

Just a small piece of flash fiction I wrote a bit ago.

Centipede

They course through my veins. I feel their legs touching me. They touch me all over. They want all of me.

I cannot resist.

I shouldn’t resist.

I part my lips and let them inside. They’re hot, but don’t burn. My body shivers, but I’m not cold.

The heat courses through my veins. Their legs keep touching me. They touch me all over.

They want all of me.

 

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