I have such an insatiable hunger, deep within me that no one can satisfy.
The beast is knocking on the door… hinges coming undone.
I guard the door, but my knees are getting weak.
He’s only supposed to come out when I tell him to.
Now he wants to lock me in the basement and take my true form.
He aches for intimacy and so do I.
He’s practically starving… so I give him what I can.
My flesh is hanging on my bones.
How much more do I have to give?
Who will give it to me, so that I can survive?
I can hear his claws splintering through the wooden door.
My heart pounds as my arousal makes itself known.
Deep breathing no longer helps…
Self-pleasure can only keep the beast at bay for so long.
He needs to be satisfied.
I need to be satisfied.
Someone come hold the door up with me.
I need a strong reliable man who understands our frustrations and desires.
Help tame the beast.
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