Reblogged from akadoe
What remains untamed rides high in my veins, age old need I cannot describe aches in my loins. I wore a tailored suit this morning — and tonight my deepest need is to consume you…to feel myself deep inside your aching flowing cunt. My flesh pressed hard against you. You are quarry…and I am filled so deeply with the headiness of owning all I can touch, taste, and route.
The drive builds and I am drunk with my attack. Offering your neck, spreading wide, eyes filled with rapture and fear, you tell me everything. We have come here before.
The jaws of the predator, deep in his victims flesh, seem as one…