Hungry

I am hungry.

I feel dangerous, like a large cat, nervously pacing the floor. Ever alert. My eyes, nails and teeth are waiting, anticipating a victim. My eyes fix on you and you know you are it.

I am hungry.

I want to shred your clothes and leave you naked before my eyes. I want you exposed and uncomfortable, not knowing what I will do next. I want you to be anxious to find out.

I am hungry.

I want to rake my nails down your back and bite your inner thigh. I want to feel your body shiver and taste your sweat. I want to feel your heart beat skip and hear you sigh as I lay your body down.

I am hungry.

I want to pull your hair and lick your neck…slowly, so you know that you belong to me. I want you to feel branded by my touch. Your ears hear and feel my hot breath and you shiver. You are mine to do with as I wish.

I am hungry.

I want to take possession of your mouth and leave your lips bruised and aching for more. I want to train your tongue to do my bidding. My approval is all you seek.

I am hungry.

I want to run my hands over your chest, to bite and squeeze your nipples. I want to inhale your scent and sense your heat. Your body quivers in your efforts to control your need.

I am hungry.

I want to tease your sex. Smell it. Bite it. Spank it. Tongue it. I want to scratch my nails on the sides of your hips and watch your body beg for more. I want to hear you moan for release.

I am hungry.

I want to grab your hair and fuck you. Punishing you to your peak. And even, that I will take from you, by the force of my will, my hand. It will be for me to enjoy and for you to surrender.

I am hungry.