I’m a dominatrix, given to spontaneous biting. The more I bite the more frenzied the coupling. For my carnal partners it’s over all too soon.
“Come in,” I entice the latest enthusiastic mate knocking at my door.
Basking in a sexual afterglow I watch fascinated as he dangles, deflated and lifeless. He makes a good meal, although sometimes they’re no more than soup.
Spider fangs drooling, my Black Widow legs wait to wrap around my next conquest.