Tiger Lady

I tripped on the bottom of the stairs, and ran into her.

I quickly apologized, even though I wish I hadn’t. She was weirdly beautiful, and if the basement was a little bit lighter, I would be able to tell you what she looked like. But I did see things on her that you wouldn’t normally see on an average Joe. Or average Josephine for this matter.

She grabbed me with her claws and pulled me closer towards her, like I was an antelope getting ready to be feasted upon. Strangely, it was cute in its own way. I wanted to get away; yet I wanted to stay and let her have me, and eventually, let me have her.

Instead of going for the usual, she clamped on my neck with her jaws and stayed there for quite some time. I don’t like to think of myself as a sadomasochist, but it was enjoyable, yet uncomfortable. Like a sneeze. By this point, there were others around, laughing and eating popcorn like this was a movie. I’ve always wanted to be in a movie, so that didn’t bother me. I was on an acid trip, yet it was so real it couldn’t have been a hallucination. Whatever hallucination I thought was happening ended very quickly when she slammed me against the wall and continued diving into her feast.

The audience laughed even harder, and the cheers became louder. My friend came over and patted me on the back very slightly, as he didn’t want to be a victim. Not that I was anyway, but it seemed like I was hers, and anybody else that intervened was just a threat. My mind went from wondering if I wanted to be in this situation to a feeling of relaxation as I slouched on the wall and actively participated, letting her have the best of it, and for my own selfish pleasure.

She dragged me outside, while the whole time I wondered if this was where she was going to dispose of me. Yet she didn’t. She kept on, pulling me closer so I had no chance of escape. When she finally did let me go, I couldn’t let go of her.