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My Main Fetish:
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Since then my infancy I have daydreamed on the being eaten from the cannibals. When I became adolescent, I did uncover the sexuality: my first orgasms were gushed from fantasies in which I was captured, undressed, examined, stuffed, smelled, in several ways cooked and served on the table of wild savages which, like final touch, seasoned my more appetizing part with my intimate gravy. Now I am a woman, but only thinking at a big iron pot on the fire it makes me intimately wetting!
Unfortunately my husband, for the rest indeed a good guy, doesn’t share these my fantasies (after some timid points out I have understood that it was better to hold them hidden) and I am forced to manage something in the little and few moments of solitude that are offered to me: my dining room turns in the jungle, the living room becomes the savage's village and the paired armchairs the iron pot, the kitchen becomes the chef's hut with her kitchen table and the necessary vegetables, and finally my wedding bed turns in the cannibal big table on which I am served!
For me all the story's parts are sexually exciting: the fear when I am chased by the savages, the horror when I discover that they are cannibals, the dread when I am undressed and probed, the fright when I am seasoned and stuffed, the terror when I am putted in the pot or tied to the spit, the anguish when I am cooked and finally the relief of the last orgasm before they eat me!
A warning: I don't like gore, blood and butchery! I want end my life served, still living, on the cannibal table: well cooked but live! I must enjoy a last, ultimate orgasm when the cannibal's tongue is licking my boiled/roasted/baked pussy! I know very well that isn’t realistic, but this is my way of cannibal fantasies.
Oh, oh, my dearest cannibals, I must go now. The mighty chef Kibo has finished my preparation for the boiling. First He filled my asshole with his ‘secret ingredient’. When Kibo came in my poor tight ass, I thought the pressure of his cum would kill me, it hurt so much. Then, as I laid on the kitchen table, panting and used, He started to lick my soft pussy. “Mmmm… this is good cunt meat. I hope I get a bite or two of this once you’re done, Anna.” The chef growled. As He licked and sucked me closer to orgasm, He took out his hard penis again and fucked me in my plump cunt. Hard. He thrust into me so hard that my head banged against the table, and spices and cleavers fell off the prep table and clattered onto the floor. “AAAAAAGGHHHHH!!! Uhhhhhhh.. uhhhhhh… Ummmmmmm…” I bellowed, as the savage came inside me and brought me to a huge orgasm.
Then the chef began to stuff my now so moist cunt. I grunted and yelped as Kibo filled me with garlic cloves, small potatoes, pearl onions, baby carrots – and finally, a big thick bunch of fresh celery. Again, Kibo raped my soft pussy with the firm, ribbed vegetable. I cried out in pain once more. Again, I was being violated, humiliated. “Uhhhh… owwwww! Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMmmmmm!!!” once again, my pain turned to pleasure as the celery rubbed against my tender clit and swollen lips “Ohhhhhh! Oooooohhhhh! Yesss… again! I’m comminnnggggg again! MMMMMMmmmmm!!! AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” My soft body shook from another orgasm as Kibo shoved the cunt-gravy slick celery all the way up into my uterus.
While I was still panting and moaning, with tears flowing, Kibo violently turned me over on the table and began stuffing my ass. Garlic, onions, medium size carrots, potatoes, each was firmly thrust into my tender anus with an accompanying “Aaaaaaahhhh” from my lips.
“Perfect” said the chef “and now, the plug.” My eyes widened and I bit my bottom lip in pain as Kibo jammed a very great and long carrot into the last bit of room in my ass. It went almost all the way in, just up to the head of leafy greens on the top. “OOOOooooooowwwwwwww!!!!!!” I helpless screamed. No orgasm this time, just pain.
At this point the cook speared my poor, hard nipples with a lot of parsley twigs. Then He took me down the table and put me on my feet. Kibo bound my arms tightly to my sides and enclosed peeled onions firmly under my armpits. Finally he tied my big tits together and inserted a carrot between my fat breasts. Breast bondage never looked so tasty.
And so now I am ready for the pot! I must go, my beloved cannibals. Time that the “boiled hen walking” meets her doom.
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