vicious, violent…
The beast she calls me.
She demands and she hungers.
My mind spins and I feel the need to tear.
Be torn.
Pulse and bleed.
I feed from his skin.
I crave his hands.
Wrapped around my heart, my throat
Squeezing, crushing.
I crave to feel him
sinking his teeth into my flesh
tearing at me.
While his cock,
pushes at me
violating.
tearing.
feeding.
My mind screams,
yes. yes.
My skin crawls
and body consumes
My flesh swells.
Waiting for release
Tear, cut, bleed.
Silence me.
Consume me.
Feed the beast.
She screams in my head.
More,
more
always fucking more….
I just can’t explain it any other way.
I fell that same beast!
Holy shit! That’s so fucking it! Thank you for putting it into prose.
His talons embedded in your back, his angry prong in your front . . .
There’s no escape. And that’s just how you like it!
mmmmm i know that one my love.
lovely.
Fucking Brilliant!
Erik- Never silenced, only quieted.
Chris- Sometimes it’s so consuming, the thoughts don’t even form sentences. Thank you.
Cherrie- Yes, it’s a welcome curse sometimes.
Gracie- I partially blame you for this….
d-man- thank you. That means alot coming from you.
Wow.. Its so incredably deliciously passionate.
this is a wonderful explanation…i look forward to finding this myself.