A hungry, insatiable girl needs to be fed. Her starving body constantly calls
for her lover to fulfill her. She waits for her lover to quiet the screams of
her hunger, to heal the ache that bestows her, the ache that disrupts her
thoughts, the ache that leaves her wet and restless, the ache that leaves
her deeply unsatisfied. This aching hunger is never extinguished until her
lover rewards her. Until he rewards her with his praise, with his body, with
his come. This hunger preys upon her, engulfs her, leaves her wanting
more. This hunger is created by her lover, giving him the power to take total
control of her body and her mind.
This starving girl needs the voice of her lover to command her, to love her, to
fuck her, to feed her, to break her. Fed not just by his cock, but by his
words, by his presence, by his love.
Fed with his words. Words
delivered by his voice that feeds her whispers. Whispering words that disrupt
her, that move her, that leave her speechless. Words that draw her further into
him, leaving her with the echoes of him.
Fed by his presence. His presence electrifies her, propelling her lustful
hunger as she waits for him to satisfy her. The sight of him intimidates her,
reveals her, arouses her. The scent of him lingering with her, making his
presence unforgettably real.
Fed by his love. A love that frightens
her, that is untamed. Love she fights against, love unwanted yet splendid. A
love brought upon by lust, selfish lust. A love revealed the only way a toy
could reveal it.
Fed by his cock. His cock fills her, spreads her, releases her unto him as
his. His beautiful toy, his lover to let in or shut out. His cock leaving the
taste of him on her lips, the seed of him in her cunt. His cock reminds her
what she craves, igniting the hunger once again.
Feed me until I am
broken. Feed me so that the words come pouring from me. Feed me so that you
can see me, a fuckable toy in love with her fuckable boss. A toy with a dire
need to feed you, a dire need to satisfy your hunger, a dire need to belong only
to you.
You really need to write more... :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteI can so relate.
I need to be fed.
-H
You do write with incredible passion. . I can feel your need!
ReplyDeleteSo hot, and being a boss well so damn hot!
ReplyDeletethe world is full of starving people wandering through a smorgasbord giving out free meals. We starve because we think it's a sin to eat.
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