Sensual Halloween Writing Challenge

Butter Me Up

Then devour me like a buttercup

Butter me up slowly and gently with your big voice, hands, and lips.

Then pick me apart piece by piece on the streetcar heading east with my legs spread apart as you devour me like a buttercup, oozing with tangy, sweets.

No, I never get enough, and I like it tender and rough.

What did I say?

That’s right. Butter me up like a buttercup, like you did the other night.

But this buttercup is magic and real — magic realism also has a supernatural feel, when you release my pent-up juices that stain your lips, chin, and even your shirt with all of my pleasures of dirt.

You can’t have just one bite. That’s right. You eat me until you turn into a giant blueberry man at the stroke of midnight and you can’t even stand.

What did I say?

That’s right, butter me up like a buttercup, like you did the other night.

Pile it on. Then watch me in a pile of bodies. As I get eaten alive from the inside out.

Only a pathetic little wrapper left on the floor like my panties.

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