Shhh... listen closely. Can you hear it? The tiny chirp chirp chirp, the almost audible humming. The mound of pink flesh between my thighs has made her choice. She needs attention, needs it so badly that a mere movement or accidental brush sends tingles and shivers up and down my spine. I can't condemn her because I understand; I need it too. Does it make me less attractive to want to be hurt? Am I less interesting because I crave for you to make me submit?

I give in, every time. I give in because it takes less power to submit to my need than to fight it. Here I am again, sprawled out on this computer chair as my lust overtakes me. I whimper, then I moan, then the heavy breathing takes over as my body goes into autopilot. I buck against my fingers, barely paying attention to the juices that run down the underside of my body. I'm yours at this moment. You own me now more than ever before, even though you're nowhere near me. My lust is payment to you, the ultimate tribute to how aroused you make me. It's a price I pay with glory and pride. It's a price I hope to pay for eternity.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, March 07, 2006.