Above the waist

I point towards my chest.

“Annie, care for a bite on my belly?” I ask.

Annie smiles and kisses my belly. Her lips tingle my hairs. She looks at me.

“I’d love to, master.” Annie responds, kissing my belly more and more. She extends her tongue and licks my skin. She teases me with her fangs and bites down on the left side of belly. She chews deeper and deeper for more blood and she sucks harder and harder. She is tasting me with her wild tongue, licking my belly rapidly as the blood oozes from the bite marks.

She lifts her finger and traces my belly button. She pokes it and pushes down. The nail pierces through the skin, digging into my flesh. Blood fountains from the cut and she slurps up the contents.

“Annie, if you want more than a cut, feel free to tear my stomach open.” I say.