The Night A Predator Claimed His Prey

"Under the cover of darkness, the ritual begins."

Like a stealthy cat, I crept on all fours toward the bed, observing my prey, who had a pillow nestled between her toned legs. I could only imagine the reasons for this as she lay there sleeping. The swell of her breasts rose and fell with each breath; her nipples erect like antennae extending from a satellite dish, tracking any nearby predators. I crawled onto the bed and took one last look at my prey before delving into her nipples. She purred like a feline, ready to mate.