Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Hunger

It's the way he spreads my legs to get deeper inside.  Making me glistening with haste, moaning with pleasure, aching with delicious pain as he ravages me.

It's the impatience in his eyes, the sudden hand around my throat, the soft growl slipping through his clenched teeth.

He's starving, you see. And I'm a damn fine meal.

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