Slithery Snake

I stared up at the blue sky, wishing I could soar among the clouds that passed by. Instead, I lay in the middle of the hot-asphalt street in front of my house. I wanted to catch a distracted driver off guard, causing them to either strike me or swerve uncontrollably into a nearby tree. After 20 minutes of torturous silence, a puny garden snake slithered toward my face.

“What are you doing?” the snake asked.

“Waiting to raze the life of another,” I responded. “I’m bored.”

“Allow me to spice up your day,” the snake insisted. Before I could answer, the snake slid in between my breasts and underneath my dress. “Ahh, no panties. My kind of girl,” the snake said as he slid down my stomach toward my vagina.

I gasped and moaned as the snake’s forked tongue wrapped around my clit; and I thrust my pelvis as he moved his tongue up and down my labia lips. Before long, the snake stuck his head into my now dripping wet vagina and forced his way inside. I squealed and thrust my pelvis faster as the snake danced inside.

Only minutes later, a car came speeding down the road in my direction. After reading a text message from his mom, the driver of the car looked up to find my body blocking his way. Freaking out, he jerked the steering wheel to the right, and crashed his car into a giant tree in front of my house.

As soon as the car hit the tree, euphoria rushed through my entire body, causing my vision to blur, my legs to shake, and my vagina to squirt out the snake.

“Wow,” I exclaimed, still trying to catch my breath. I leaned up on my elbows and looked around. “Snake?” I looked around again, but didn’t see the snake anywhere. It was like he never existed.

“Meh,” I shrugged, stood up and brushed myself off. I walked past the car wreck and the neighbors that started to gather around it. “He’ll be okay,” I thought and went inside.