‘We can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.’
– George Eliot
Mouthwateringly hungry. Body achingly hungry. So hungry that I can barely think. Remembering how my lips close around his cock; wanting my throat to open as he pushes deeper, breath ragged and forced as he fills my mouth.
I hunger for him. I always hunger for his taste…