![]() She never once felt remorseful at their consumption. Then it would be time for them to become part of her meal. She would make polite conversation with them and even share a few jokes. Sometimes she would dine with them upon her plate as she ate a meal and drank wine. ![]() Still others, and these were by far the rarest, were actually willing participants in a meal for her. Others ran and hid themselves, struggled in her grasp and fought her even as she was lifting them to her full, open lips to be swallowed. Some begged on their knees for their lives, pleading and promising all they could think of if she would only spare them. Their reactions to what she did to them were as varied as those she had eaten. Oh my was it a turn on to swallow live something that understood what was happing to him. Despite this, it was fun to hunt them and catch them. Granted no one had ever succeeded in escaping. It was fun to give them what they would consider a sporting chance at escaping her. Although it was the hunt she savored most. ![]() It all depended upon her mood and what, or more accurately, who was available. Sometimes she would eat as few as one a month or even a few months. ![]() Sometimes she would eat as many as several a week. Since then she had eaten many men far too many to have kept track. She had started as a young woman, devouring an unsuspecting teenager. Meredith had eaten quite a few men in her time. It was an odd desire she supposed but no less strong despite what society would have no doubt deemed irregular or even criminal. Not to love in the traditional sense anyway. ![]()
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