She thought of how exciting it felt to eat live octopus. They struggled so hard to keep from being swallowed. It was a sensual treat nearly as thrilli...g as watching that long ago snake eat a frantically squirming mouse.Her new friend was so tiny. She couldn’t be more than two inches. The octopus she had consumed were quite a bit larger. She could manage this with no problems. What would it feel like to swallow a tiny winged humanoid? Of course she would have to find a stick to shove up her ass. I deduce that some who claim such may have a deep religious conviction, their beliefs, I’ve no cause to doubt their recall. Logically, if the heart stops (that moment before I died), then the flow of blood to the brain ceases, If the brain stops, then there cannot be a memory.For the next few weeks, I was shit scared to do anything; rehab soon set me straight on that thought, “You’re not sick get the finger out and exercise” So a rigorous regime of torture was implemented. A brisk walk around. He found a very tall pair of black spiked heels with straps. He took them and put them on her while she was sleeping. He stood back and admired the way they looked."Wait! Something's missing," he said. He went thru all her dresser drawers and found some thigh-high sheer black stockings. He took her shoes off, pulled the stockings up over her feet and up on her legs. Then he strapped the heels back on her feet. 'Yeah, that looks good. Very sexy indeed.' he thought.He played with her ass and. He must have been 6' 2" (almost a foot taller than her)i came home on a friday night to an empty apartment and headed off to bed. i heard my roommate come back home with the guy she had been seeing. i could hear them stumbling around, they had been out clubbing with his friends and they were clearly very drunk. i remember thinking how happy i was that she was out having a good time and that it was surprising that she brought him back home (it wasn't something she had done). i went to sleep.