Thoughts of the Need

There is a delicious nastiness that is lurking within the confines of our collective consciousness. It is aroused and awakened by that primitive urge for satisfaction. It is akin to wanting, questing, seeking and searching but it finds expression in a simple "need" - I "need" you. You "need" me. This "need" is constant and acts as a splinter wedged within the soul. It aches and pulsates - it throbs and churns.

How close were you to orgasm when you grabbed that massive dick and began stroking him last night? Tell me... How hard had your dick become when you read my last writing and envisioned the contours of my frame? How did the weight of your swelling dick in your hand make you feel? Do you love having an erection baby? Tell me...  Tell me how desperately you desired, no "needed" to bend me over and slide that throbbing dick into my drizzling wet pussy. How close are you to cumming even now thinking about me?  Tell me...

If I could see how massive your dick is right now . . . If I could hold it and stroke it, just now . . . If I could lick along its throbbing shaft and take its cobra like head into my eager mouth - would your body release that building tension?  Would you let me rub and play with it with my gentle but strong fingers - does your strong body quiver with that anticipation - that thought of what it would be like?

My kisses are a prelude to what could possibly be . . . I could make your dick stiffen with delight and profound pleasure; just from a kiss. I could make you want to fuck me long and strong. I kiss with such passion and fire … and yes, I can create that "need".

We will dance this dance of delight and fantasy - we will ponder and wonder the pleasure that we could derive from one another - we will dream and desire what that could possibly be like. Perhaps it could never rise to that level of expectation - falling far short of our imagination . . . But a kiss – damn, a simple kiss speaks volumes of that primitive "need".