“Sweet, sweet child, why can’t all little boys have as impeccable teeth as yours?” she whispered deeply in the child’s ears with the voice of a demonic dryad, trying her best not to wake him up as she ran her fingers down to his mouth. The sensation of her fingertips gracing his smooth cheek made her tingle inside. Euphoria streamed itself through her every vein. Climatic. Naughty. Erotic. Those seemed to be the only words that she could barely think about as she continued to gaze at his pearly white teeth.
Finally, her index finger reached his lips which were still wet from the midnight drooling; this aroused her immensely, still trying to be careful though she’s been in this situation all throughout her lifetime. A zing of electricity rushed up her spines. The child was disturbed, though asleep nonetheless. She moaned with relief. And so, she continued, fondling with his teeth as trails of his saliva sojourned in her fingers. The blood inside of her flowed even faster as she smeared his sticky wet liquid all over her chest. She slid her fingers lower and lower until her fingers ran dry. The Tooth Fairy’s left panting and fantasizing about the boy’s faultless choppers.
After a few more sessions she recalled the time, it was a few minutes before sunrise. “I have to depart now my little angel, but I’ll be back soon, very soon,” her sultry voice faded from the room. But before she left, she took the tooth under the boy’s pillow and placed a rusty old nickel in place of it so that he’ll remember her again. And as she did, she remembered how the children were no different from prostitutes – succumbing unconsciously to her desires, their body parts in exchange for money.