Cannibalism phone sex lets me share our wonderful culinary experiences and experiments with that yummy girl meat!
And this is the perfect hunting season! Tourists everywhere, teens on spring break wandering away from their groups, such easy prey. I have this wonderful, beautiful little spot by the freeway, where there’s a little park with a creek, and a small water wheel with plenty of dark places and bushes. It looks so inviting, females often wonder over to see the water, out of view. I’ve been relaxing in the shade, just waiting. Counting the new budding green tips of the pines. I hear her approaching, calling back to her family to go ahead, she’d catch up with them shortly. “Oh, no you won’t,” I thought to myself.
As soon as she rounds the corner, I spring on her, clamping my legs around hers, one hand around her throat, one pinning the cloth to her mouth. She succumbs rather quickly, and I brought her home.
Once she was thoroughly shaved, scrubbed, and buffed to a beautiful glow, it was time to season her. My Rich is so amazing at mixing herb and oil blends. We slide her in a number of places for whole herbs to be stuffed after she’s very, very coated. We tie her in our roasting rope and place her on the giant indoor grill. The flames are set extra low, as to let her roast all evening. She begins to flutter awake, and tries to scream, though it is caught in her throat. Her tears vaporize as they hit her cheeks from the heat. As her legs got darker and darker, her sad little wails fell into low whimpers, barely sputtering. I pour us another glass of wine while we sit, cuddle, and watch her brown, fragrant flesh cook.
She’s going to make a wonderful main course for our couscous and roasted vegetables!