To begin this story, let me set the stage. For years I chose to remain in a relationship that was passion less. I would lay next to my girlfriend in our bed, while she slept soundly, touching myself. First, I was quiet about it, just getting off silently by stroking myself as I thought of attractive women that had crossed my path in the weeks before.
My girlfriend would leave for work, and I would please myself by reading stories here about women who wanted to be filled with hard cocks. These women of my dreams wanted me to have their bodies. They wanted my cum wherever I pleased. My hunger grew.
Finally, my hunger overcame any sense of loyalty or hope for change. I had to end my relationship. I told her that it was over. I focused on my work. My other life's passion. However, the hunger remained.
Now, when I speak of this "hunger," I AM talking of that carnal desire that we all feel to some extent. The desire to ravage a women's body. Her desire builds as I kiss, nibble, and tease her body. To have her claw at me wanting me to pin her down and take her … I think you get the idea of what had built inside of me.