This hunger is back again. It coils through my belly, caressing under my breasts. It slides through my veins as my breath sharpens. Curling under my jaws, it tightens my salivary glands, my mouth flooding with moisture. I lick my lips as the desire in my belly reaches my head.
My knees weaken as the image of a cock between my lips burns in my mind’s eye. My lips part, ready for service.
Walking through the crowd is torture. My eyes find so many. I want to walk up and offer. Be a public cocksucker or either a bent over slut in a stolen corner.
It’s lust talking. Even knowing it, I wish I could give into it. Society won’t let me.
So the hunger will gnaw at me today, despite the temporary distractions.
I will feed it later.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u5o7sk/the_hunger
It’s tough living in a repressed society.