Let It Be

Let it be the silence
Words unspoken
Nothing to guide us except our hands, our mouths, our eyes
Hungry and feeding, insatiable desire
Longing looks of unsatisfied lust, deeply craving soul shattering lust

Silence broken by the sounds of our lust
Of bodies molded together, of flesh against flesh, lips against lips
Sounds of arousal, sounds of passion, sounds of our sex

Silence broken by whispers
Whispers of want, whispers of need
Words never uttered before, shyness and hesitation abandoned
Left behind and forgotten the moment upon your entry
Whispers from a toy, your toy
Into the ear of a boss, her boss, her master, her lover
Whispers revealing her burning desire, her need for the cock that owns her
The cock that dominates her, the cock she worships, the cock she craves

Let it be me
Who succumbs
To the pleasure, to the pain, to you
Who brings forth my body, offering it to you
Withholding nothing from my boss, my master, my lover
Whose barriers are broken, left unshielded, tragically thrown aside
Occupying your mind, a constant reminder of your desire
Who fulfills every desire, every command
Who teeters towards dangerous infatuation, dangerous lust, dangerous love

Let it be you
Who controls
Own this little girl, your little girl
Make me beg, make me quiver, make me cry, make me want, make me come, make me scream, make me yours, make me a creation just for you
Your fuck toy, your slut, your bitch, your baby, your pussy
Take this slutty wet pussy, to own, to fuck, to taste
Leave me vulnerable, leave me naked, leave me wanting more
Who cherishes his toy, his fuckable little girl
Who aches for me, who needs his toy to reach his ultimate
Your ultimate of desire, your ultimate fuck

Let it be you whispering to me
Beautiful dirty whispers, from a boss to his toy

Let It Be

Feed Me

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.