It’s probably nothing

There was no explanation of it. Surely she must have imagined it(still it doesn’t explain why the taste still lingered). She reached into her purse and popped a mint into her mouth as she turned off the music and went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

45 minutes later, she sat down at her table and ate the food she had prepared. She briefly acknowledged her loneliness before distracting herself with thoughts of work. She created a mental checklist of the things she had to do.

She cleaned the dishes and pulled out her laptop to work on a few spreadsheets when she noticed something from the corner of her eye. It looked like a bug or a feather from a peripheral view. When she shifted her eyes over to it, she saw that it was some amorphous blob floating about. She watched it as it entered through the open window and drifted over to her. When it’s inexplicable trajectory towards her became apparent she reflexively set the laptop aside and hopped up from the couch away from the floating white mass. The blob, naturally shifted its direction to follow her- lifting up to the altitude of her face.

She quickly looked around for a paper or magazine to deal with this with any small pest that might wander in from outside. She rolled it up and swatted at it. The rolled up magazine went right through it- as the goo made no effort to combat it as it continued on its approach towards her face. She nervously backed away from the blob in fear until stopped by the wall.

The blob continued to whimsically approach her- getting right up in her face. She turned her face away, only to still see it floating before her. She turned her face in the other direction- the blob still right before her face.

She watched as it lowered down, just below nose level. She caught a faint whiff of the floating substance- just enough to trigger her memory. Her eyes shot wide with recollection just as the blob quickly darted forward and placed itself in her mouth- the familiar taste triggering the same synapses as the very first time.

Disgusted she violently spit the substance out,l and watched it fly away from her. Only to be devastated by its recover and return. Returning to the inside of her mouth as she pronounced the “o” in “No!”

The cum shifted itself, sliding across her tongue towards the back of her mouth in the direction of her throats- as if sending her a message of the inevitable conclusion. She tried recollecting the substance in her mouth so that she could eject it. It failed as the substance slid back further- she could no longer fight the substance as she reluctantly swallowed it