Have you ever been so frustrated so hungry that you can taste the blood on the inside of your mouth from your teeth chew away your cheeks.
Have you ever had the ache inside your stomach that you writhed and pulled at your flesh to feel what it is that is amiss.
Have you ever stood and heard the sounds of rapture floating down to you, skin on skin, metal shifting, and needed that for yourself.
Listening waiting for the encore of some great pleasure only to be cut short by your own lust.
You stand and look at your hands, they are on fire, you can smell the smoke rise into the ether above you where the sounds of pleasure floated, and then died.
Thinking its my flesh that should be hot and sweaty, it's my hair that should be pulled till my back arches, waiting for the all familiar sting of the whip as it falls across my cheeks.
You stand, wanting to be striped naked to be bare and open, you wait for the words to pierce your ears, "you are mine" before you are enveloped by the smell, the hands, of the body that you imagined while alone in your bed at night.
You burn, you shake, your skin becomes flush with desire and you want, god do you want to be that thing, that one thing they desire most in that one second. The lighting in the eyes as they look over your trembling flesh.
You want to loose yourself and let the pains and anger of the day melt away with every thrust, with every sigh, with ever quivering moment, then breath and beg for more.
Have you ever wanted to be fucked so bad.....
