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Feeling Hungry
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Feeling Hungry Some mornings I just wake up feeling naughty. The most delicious thoughts and dreams and memories running through my head. Coursing like fire through my body. Hours of being aroused and half aroused. Hungry. Today is one of those days. Most morning when I wake this way, it is easy enough to "take care of it" and go about my day. But now and again, the hunger runs deeper. Insatiable. I cranked up the heat in the shower until the steam was billowing and my skin burned and turned red. The heat and wetness coursing over my body. Caressing my flesh, and I thought back. Back to a past lover. An older woman with small, warm hands who would stroke my chest. We would kiss and caress and make languid love for hours. With the memory of her taste on my lips, the feel of her warm flesh against mine, I properly lathered up and began stroking myself the way she used to. Imagining her touch, the silky warmth of being inside her, slow and deep and steady. Gentle, always slow and gentle with her. Delicious. All the while caressing myself. Feeling that energy inside me rising up. Building until I feel like I could explode. Riding that edge for those desperate minutes. The final release. So yeah, most morning reveling in such memories, granting myself that steamy release is enough. Clears my mind and I can go about my day. But this morning... I wasn't even dried off fully before I was hard again, hungry for more. Hungry for the real thing. Hours of kisses and caressing. The need to experience the hungers and passions of another. The need for sex, but also for more. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath. |
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Sure, the body has needs. But so does the mind and soul. And sometimes feeding myself a snack isn't enough to sate that hunger. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.
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Beautiful evocative write! I feel like by engaging in what I might call the mentalism of this evocation or invocation, both the reader and the writer might transform themselves into some strange and powerful creature, both worthy and capable of manifesting the ideation in the full blown white light of shades and shadows merging... *. *. *
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Great read. Wish I could enjoy a shower like that. Alas, I need battery operated help and mine isn't waterproof. LOL
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