written from the perspective of :


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iFIhPnDq7k



it was my fourth semester here in the university of vancouver ,alot of time had passed eversince i first moved to canada.Today was traditional clothes day so i had ended up wearing my favourite pink backless saree .little did i know what would come across this morning
now enough of me , lets talk about you my pet .You're an ant. Not even an ant; maybe a flea. I glance down at my desk a couple of times, expecting the little bug near my pen to have disappeared by the next time I look, but it's still there by the time my science professor stops talking and the classroom clears out, so I take a closer look out of pure curiosity.
And there you are: Hopping up and down like a weird little insect. It's only thanks to my great eyesight that I recognise you as my classmate. When I realise you're that blonde canadian girl who's been sitting behind me this past semester, I take a sharp breath... And you go tumbling onto your stomach in front of me on the desktop. This makes me laugh, the idea that one tiny inhale from me can knock you off your feet. Of course when I laugh, you go rolling across the surface like a load of laundry in a dryer, and I have to press my finger down on the desk to stop you from being blown right off.
When I feel you bump up against my fingertip I get a strange surge of energy. It's like being a god or something, being able to control your entire body with barely the end of one fingernail. When I get that taste of power, there's no question about what my next move is going to be. I quickly lift my finger to my lips and lick the tip of it, then close in on you... I bite my lip to hold off on laughing when I see you scramble to escape my looming finger. Of course you don't stand a chance. I press you into my fingerprint and lift you to my hip,i lift the semi transparent net(the pallu) of my saree then rub my finger against the smooth brown skin of my belly miraculously you were stuck there ,your white skin contrasting against my mocha skin tone i smiled watching you struggle as you slowly slid down and were stranded where my petticoat met my skin
later that day i went out for lunch with my friends as i spoke to them i could thing nothing else other than the flea sized human being stranded on my perfectly shaped body
later i get up and go to the bathroom to check on you , i sprinkle a piece of bread crumb beside you to eat .When I feel like you've had enough time to eat your lunch, I wipe my hands on a paper towel and dab my thumb against my lip for a little moisture. Once again I bring the pad of my thumb down on you, covering you in shadow before you're stuck like glue by the minty smelling saliva on my skin, and I lift you up. Only this time you're not going back on my petticoat. I have an idea; a little experiment that I want to try out. I lift my hand up to my face, wedging my thumb tip between my lips and pressing it in until I can feel that the pressure of your body underneath my fingernail has disappeared, and now you're tickling the soft tissue of the corner of my lips instead. I walk home that way, grinning quietly to myself every time I feel a tingle of movement from that place at the left-hand corner of my mouth, where you're trapped...
Soon i reached home the fact that no one had noticed your insignificant form between my lips turned me on .Later that afternoon, I come out of the shower with a towel tucked around my waste and my dark hair still dripping. I sprayed some doedrant over my body and had jsut taken a long shower the smell of peaches and apricots permiated from my body filling your nostrils . On my desk, i saw a tiny cirlce i had drawn to mark your location and you were stuck there because of the weak glue i had used . I have to lean in really close to see the tiny, ineffective squirming of your limbs as you struggle like a fly trapped in a spider's web. While I'm watching over you, a lock of hair dangles in front of my eyes and lands on you and i hear you scream poor thing my hair must be like a massive heavy rod to you ,i draw my hair back and see the place you were was a bit wet now due to my hair being wet 
"You're welcome for that, fleck." I laugh. "I figure you'll be thirsty after that big, lunch you had earlier. All though I guess you had a gut full of my spit after getting to ride home in between my lips." I pull off my towel and start to mop my hair. When I'm done I throw the towel away, standing naked over you. It's funny, this doesn't feel intimate at all. It's just like being nude in front of an ant; it doesn't really count.
But I know there's a human mind somewhere in there, reeling over my massiveness, and I love that.i leaned in and used my plump lips to kiss you i held the kiss for nearly a minute i bet i had alost suffocated you .As my lips broke contact i could hear tiny squeaks as i brought my ear closer it seemed like you were crying it should have made me feel bad but it just made me smile for some reason.