Taking

The next time I sleep with someone, I want to take everything.

I want to tie them up using a pair of battered old stockings. I want to tie their hands firmly to the bedposts, and their legs. And I want to see them, up close and personal.

I want to have the vagina spread open, completely at my mercy. Wet, swelling, the lips bright pink, beads of moisture creeping up and over, making my mouth water. I want the pussy to talk to me. I want it to moan and groan, beg to be eaten. Just imagine. It's there, in front of your eyes. Three inches from your tongue. And she can see you there, crouching between her legs. And look into her eyes. Lost. In that moment. The sex happens in that look.

Longing; it's such a wonderful thing.

And if it's a cock, then I want to see it wave in the air. I want him to tense the muscle at the base of his phallus so that his dick dances in the air. I want to see it swell, big and long, a weapon of mass destruction. And my lips are there, so close. Close enough for him to thrust and get it in in one go. Millimetres. But he won't. He's not like that. He's merely a giver. The point of ultimate gratification comes when you feel like, if you don't suck his brains out, the dick might extend and push itself into your mouth. The dick wants you more than you want it. Wouldn't that please you?

And then i'd eat the meat the way you might eat a chicken royal after two weeks of starvation. Gobble it up. I would love to give this to a straight man. To think you could sew a seed of curiousity. And then, water it (once every couple of weeks) and watch it grow into a full blown tree.

And when they couldn't hold it any longer i'd make them stop. Just like that.

And then, the journey would begin once again.

Tomorrows Shopping list:

1) Battered stockings from Oxfam.
2) Four-poster bed
3) Two lovers
4) Lube
5) 1 ton of lust (Buy one get one free at Waitrose)

Right, off to devour M. Feel horny all of a sudden. Can't help but wonder why.