Hunger by Nika

Hunger is a sensation, a physical need that courses through our bodies letting us know that it's time to fulfill a physical want. Hunger is also a state of mind, a desire that longs to be completed, enacted. I think about you and my whole body yearns for satisfaction.

When we're hungry our bodies react. We become more sensitive to taste and smell. Our mouths salivate and not just with the actual presence of what we crave for, but with the mere recalling of an image. The thought of your pale skin and your vanilla scent inflame my senses. I yearn so badly for a taste of your flesh.

Our breathing slows or quickens depending on our thoughts. I can recall your hands gliding through out my body, feather light touches and frantic clawing down my back. My heart is racing rampantly and I feel the thundering echoing between my legs.

Our minds become obsessed with the many possibilities that we may explore to tend to our needs. My stomach contracts and churns making me even more aware of what it is that I want most. I want to take bites from you and swallow your essence wholly.

We subconsciously lick our lips and close our eyes, lost in small, tasty fantasies. My mouth remembers salty bits and sweet treats that have made my senses come alive.

My pupils are dilated, I'm sure because I'm imagining your naked body before me. I need to swallow the copious amount of saliva that has accumulated in my mouth. I realize that I am hungry. I am starving. Every part of me aches with need. It's you that I crave.

You're standing on the fourth step of a ladder, getting a magic book for a customer. Your skirt has opened just a bit, showing off a small expanse of skin, it's enough to make me tremble where I stand.

I'm clutching the counter keeping my self from rushing towards you. I watch patiently as You explained something to the customer about the edition and the special care of the leather bound tome. My blood is rushing faster throughout my veins and the temperature of my skin is rising.

You're biting your fleshy lower lip ever so lightly while talking to the patron, who is insisting on inspecting every nook and cranny of the book.. I'm more interested in inspecting you. My mouth has gone dry and I lick my lips, while my eyes roam yours with a feeling akin to thirst.

The customer is sending you a flirtatious look, you're oblivious to it of course. I'm amazed at just how modest you are about your own looks.

Can't you see how delicious you are ? Delicious is the perfect word to describe you lover. My body agrees, my breathing has sped up just a bit more and my stomach is doing little flip-flops every time that you turn your attention from the lingering client and turn to me, sending loving looks my way.

Hunger can you drive you mad, they say, if the need is not satisfied it haunts you. I know I'm on the brink of insanity.

There isn't a single part of my body that doesn't need you right now. I'm seriously contemplating throwing the customer out so I can tend to my desires. My body is speaking and I want to listen to it, right now.

Just as I'm walking out from the counter, the man shakes his head and gives his thanks before walking out of the Magic Box. I thank the Goddess before locking the door and turning the sign, funny how it reads: "Gone to lunch".

I smack my lips in gleeful anticipation, striding purposefully towards the ladder. You're on your way down, just before you reach the last step my hands hold your legs tight. My tongue sneaks out a bit and I run the tip slowly over my own lips. You look down to me with a curious gaze. I smile and caress up and down your shapely legs.

"Shhhh…."I say, continuing to run my hands over your smooth skin, closing my eyes and relishing all the sensations fluttering around my lower abdomen. "Mmmm…you smell like peaches." I murmur placing soft kisses at the back of your legs, gently pulling you down the last step. "I wonder what you taste like today?" I ask myself softly against your skin, running my hands up and down your thighs.

You turn to face me and your gaze undergoes a transformation in a matter of seconds. It turns from a soft, soulful look into an intense and feral stare. You understand me, you see me and what I need.

You nod gently, reaching a silent agreement with me and begin to undo the buttons of your blouse, one by one, ever so slowly pushing it off your shoulders. I have to swallow hard and wait while you prepare yourself for me. The heat rises even more, I feel color tinting my skin and I see a pink flush begin to color yours. It makes you look even more delectable. I begin to walk towards you and you stop my advance with a hand gesture, while sending me a scalding look.

I see what you want to do for me, so I wait to be served. You're taking your time, making me sweat, now I'm also thirsty. I need to eat and drink from you. You head towards the table and push the books off with force. You turn to me again, taking off your bra and revealing your creamy breasts to my starving eyes, not happy with that you take your hand and tweak your own nipples, until they've turned into hardened peaks. Just how I like them, I'm so ready for a little taste. I'm so ready for a handful and hard bite. My lower lip has started to tremble and I feel a growl rising in my throat.

You begin to pull your flowing skirt down and you're standing before me in just your under wear, cotton white with a little bow. I chew on my lower lip in anticipation. Your eyes turn into azure pools as you finish undressing and hop on top of the research table. You fitting, because I want to do just that 'research' and explore every corner of your body.

I've been so enthralled watching you that I suddenly realize that you're ready, but I'm not.

I'm still fully dressed. As you lay on the table I can't seem to care. I need to taste you now.

I come to you, like a beast circling it's prey I look at you all over, softly running my hand over every expanse of skin I can find. I can't seem to decide where I want to begin feasting. Your lips open up slightly and small moan escapes them, my decision is made. I descend on your full mouth and drink from it, so warm and sweet, it's a fine wine appetizer.

Your tongue swirls in perfect tune with mine, I bite your lower lip lightly, I'm so hungry for you. I want to take my time savoring you, but my body needs you too badly, I can't seem to take it slow. I want all of you, all at once. My hands are wondering down your body as I kiss you. I'm running my fingers through the undersides of your breasts, your belly, up your torso again and again, making your skin ripple, making your breasts and your center ripe for me.

I take my mouth almost reluctantly from yours and I suck on your pulse point, making you throw your head back in acceptance, making you purr like a cat licking cream. Speaking of licking, I do just that. Your throat is too tasty to ignore. I guess I do have a lot more in common with my vampire self than I thought. But I want more, every pore in my body is ready for more of your skin. I nibble and lick my way down to your sensitive breasts. They're all ready for my mouth, your nipples are taut, just like I like them. My mouth opens to take them in, I shift from one to the other. Sucking and biting, satisfying a bit of my hunger. You're moaning "Oh yes baby…mhhmm." A delight to my ears, your throaty voice inflames me further.

My nostrils flare as the aroma of your arousal reaches me. I nearly snarl as I position myself to straddle your waist. I can't endure this need any longer, I push my self roughly down your body and place my head between your thighs.

Such a sweet smell, my tongue sneaks out for a taste. Oh God, It's so delicious. My tongue swirls around and inside you, you're squirming under my attentions. All I want to do is swallow you whole, your center is dripping wet and oh so hot. I can't get enough, I lap up every drop, I want more I always want more. I see the best part of you pulsing and ready, like a red apple waiting to be picked. I take your clit into my mouth and bite down slightly, you gasp and buck into my face, you're almost ready to come. Mhhm...the cream of my dessert.

I slow the sucking, to draw out your pleasure and mine just a bit longer. I shift up a bit on my knees and bring two of my fingers inside you. You're so wet, you take them in easily.

"Oh...fuuuck Yes!" You nearly scream and make me even wetter. You're demanding gratification pushing your pelvis into my hand and mouth. I'm feasting in heaven, taking in all your flowing juices. With a few final hard thrusts you come in my mouth and drink deeply, lost in your taste, found in your essence. Your body shudders and so does mine, your orgasm has sent me over the edge also. Mine is nor as strong as yours, but it's enough for now. I go up to hold you and meet you for another kiss. You look at me still with passion in your eyes and I realize I'm still dressed and still hungry. I wonder if it would be rude to ask for a second helping?

Hunger is a sensation, it grows beneath our skin and changes our body chemistry. It's a thought that occupies our minds until we can think of nothing else except our unfulfilled desire.

When we're hungry our senses become more acute. They're centered around our silent need. Sight, sound, smell and taste become selective. For example, right now I see everything in red and the air around me smells like strawberries in the summer.

My breathing has changed. My chest has begun to rise and fall rapidly. My blood is boiling, racing rampantly, making my heart double it's rhythm, making it sing with longing.

My mind is clouding, it's filled with thoughts of fire and wetness. I want hot flesh to eat and creamy liquids to drink. I want to ease this ache in my body. I want to make it whole, fill it with the missing piece.

My mouth is watering in anticipation of familiar treats. There are aromas and tastes that can only remind you of home and how good it is to be there.

My pupils are dilated, I'm sure because I see your naked need before me. I catch it from the corner of my eye. I need to swallow the copious amount of saliva that has accumulated in my mouth. I realize that I am not the only one who is hungry. We crave each other painfully.

I'm standing on the fourth step of a ladder, getting a magic book for a customer.

I let my skirt open just a bit, showing off a small expanse of skin. I know it will be enough to make you even more aware of me.

You seem to be clutching the counter for support, as your eyes follow my path. I'm explaining something to the client, while keeping your image behind my eyes.

I have to bite my lower lip lightly while talking to the patron, only to stifle a moan rising up in my throat. I can feel your invisible hands touching my skin. I can feel you inside me and all around me. I lick my lips and wait.

The customer is sending me a flirtatious look. I pretend not to notice. I can't really be bothered by that now. I have only one desire and he's merely a bystander blocking my way.

I turn my eyes from him to you, just because I can't help it. One word comes to mind when I see you lover: Delicious.

Hunger can you drive you mad, they say, if the need is not satisfied it haunts you. I know I'm on the brink of insanity. All I want to know, feel and have is you.

Just as I'm growing impatient, the customer gives his thanks and walks out. I smile in relief and notice that you've gone to lock the door. I return to the ladder to put the book in its place hoping that you'll meet me when I reach the bottom.

I'm on my way down, just before I reach the last step your hands hold on to my legs tightly.

I close my eyes and sigh deeply. I was right. But I play coy, sending you a curious gaze. I have to keep my self from descending on you like a predator when I see your tongue sneak out to lick your own lips.

"Willow…what?" I ask just with a hint of nervousness. Sometimes a hunt is more fun when you can't tell who's the hunter and who's the prey.

"Shhhh…."You say, continuing to run your smooth hands over my skin. I'm hypersensitive to every touch and my body shivers slightly. You're speaking softly against my skin and kissing behind my knees. I close my eyes and relish the tendrils of energy that are coursing through out me.

I turn towards you and I can't hide what I want anymore. I want you and I see that you want me. The question is, who gets to feed first? I stare deeply into your green abyss and I relent. You'll go first, but that will be just an appetizer. This is a feast that must be celebrated and savored without the limitations of this space and time.

I nod gently, reaching a silent agreement with you and I begin to undo the buttons of my blouse, one by one, ever so slowly pushing it off my shoulders. I love to see you when you're in need of me. I feel powerful when I make you want me. Your face is flushed and the heat of the moment also reaches my skin. You begin to advance and I stop you. This is my time, if I have to wait for my meal, I'll make you wait a bit for yours. Besides that, I want to be ready for you. So ready you'll never crave anything else.

You stand your ground. But I know you're growing impatient, you're sweating and shaking lightly. I think I should hurry just a bit. I push the books off the table and turn to you to give you just a bit more candy. I tweak my own nipples into hard peaks hoping that you'll let me see a hint of your luscious tongue. Your eyes glaze over with lustful longing and I fight the urge to plunge right into your mouth

I finish undressing under your scrutiny and hop on the table, waiting for you to come to me.

I'm so ready for you that my legs are trembling and I feel a small trickle of warm liquid running down my inner thigh. I need you now.

You're the predator again. You're circling me with a feral look a bout you. You haven't even bothered to get undressed. I'm about to say something about it when you begin to run your hands all over me and all I can do is moan in pleasure. You seem to take that as an invitation into my open mouth.

Our tongues dance heatedly with each other, you're sucking and biting me, driving me wild. I throw my head back and purr, you're everywhere at once with your mouth and your hands. I feel a fever starting from the inside out. My breasts are in your mouth and I take your head and push you down to them, I love how you swirl your tongue just barley at the tip, before suckling and then biting down. You're mouth feels both warm and cool over my hot skin, everywhere you touch me becomes electrified.

My center feels flooded with wetness. I don't know how much longer I can endure this sweet torture, this hunger for you. My insides are pulsing, just waiting for your touch.

Finally you're in between my legs, your tongue inside me makes me even wetter and my head thrashes from side to side as I take in your every move. You're so good baby. The way you move, it's like you know me from the inside. You move in and out fluidly, circling my clit every now then just to tease me. I'm clutching at the air around the table. I'm getting there, so right there. You know me completely, just when I need it you take my clit into your talented mouth and suck on it with a steady rhythm that's taking me to the edge with lightning speed. Then you bite down lightly making me almost jump off the table.

When I think I'm about to come you slow the pace. I know you enjoy that little game, you drive me to the brink and pull me back, making gratification just that much sweeter. I feel you shifting and you bring two fingers into my core. I lift my hips and push my feet down on the table, opening my legs even wider for you. "Oh…fuuuck Yes!" That just feels so fucking good. I want more, I ride your hand and mouth with gusto, I know I'm coming.

This time it's like tidal wave that can't be stopped. The insides of my walls are contracting, I feel a jolt of electricity traveling up my spine and throughout my whole body, I shut my eyes tight taking in all the sensation, before shuddering from head to toe and coming in your mouth.

You come up to kiss me and I know from your shaking that you also came. I know that you often do just from pleasuring me, but I want to the pinnacle my way. I see that you're still dressed and still hungry and so am I. I'm thinking It's my turn to eat.

I can taste my self on your lips and the humming in my abdomen begins to burn. You're overdressed and I'm under-nourished I need the milky honey of your contractions to be my sustenance.

This table suddenly seems like an inappropriate place to continue this feast. I slide off the table and you look at me with quizzical eyes. I tell you to follow me with my gaze.

We're mostly quiet because all our senses are focused on one task: satiating our tangible desire.

I lead the way to the training room holding your hand lightly. I can hardly wait to unwrap you, like opening a box of candy, cherry filled candies. You stand looking at my naked form with want still present in your emerald eyes. I'm the hunter again or maybe a beast, who wants to claw at your skin. Now I'm the one who's circling you, deciding where to start.

I bend down to unlace your boots and you step out of them in a hurry. I look up and smile, my-my aren't you the eager one? I run my hands over your jeans, up your legs. My hands drift over your covered center and I find wetness there in spite of the heavy material. I'm achingly aware of my own wetness as I find yours. You groan and push your body into mine.

"Tara…yesss" You hiss out. I still my hand movements to unbutton and unzip your pants. You help me pull them down as I take little taste of your mouth. Your blouse is next, I pull it over your head non too gently. I'm afraid I'm growing impatient with my own game. Sometimes it's hard to take the time to savor a meal properly, lack of time or abundance of hunger can make it nearly impossible. I nearly tear off the remaining barriers of clothing off your body. The sight of your milky white skin makes me ravenous. My mouth is watering. I pull you to me in a heated, almost forceful kiss, fondling your creamy breasts making you moan into my mouth. I feel that your knees are beginning to buckle, you need extra support. I take you towards the training horse, without relinquishing control of your mouth.

I whisper in your ear to turn around, you comply willingly. I think you understand. I'm running my hands all over your heated flesh from behind. I knead your breasts and tease the nipples into diamond hard peaks, you push your buttocks into me, I press my warm center into you. You cultch at the horse and throw your head back, the sounds escaping your mouth urge me to move on.

I leave one hand holding your waist firmly, while the other travels up and down the back of your thighs and ass cheeks. You spread your legs further apart and the smell of your arousal reaches me, making me want to bite down on your flesh and devour it whole.

I run the tip of my index finger lightly over the edges of your slick folds. Mhhmm honey…sticky…sweet honey. I taste you and a jolt of blue energy shoots up my spine. I lick my fingers clean before returning it to the source of such a delicacy. I tease the opening just a little, running the tip up and down and tracing little circles. You beg me "Pleease….mhhgg…"You're right, enough is enough. I withdraw and you groan in frustration, but that only last a second. I enter you again with two fingers, this time fully.

We begin a steady rocking rhythm, that escalates rapidly. We're breathing hard, nearly panting. Your muscles are straining and almost shaking as are mine. I urge you on with my voice as move in and out of you. "That's good baby…come for me." So wet sooo…hot!"

You push yourself harder against me your groans and mine are beginning to sound like growls, purring and howling. Hunger is primal need after all. "What baby? You want it harder? Mhhhm…you…want it faster?"

"Y-y-esss..."You nearly scream out in a shaky voice. I comply and in a matter of seconds I can feel your inside walls contract around my fingers. Your body shakes and I feel a creamy liquid pouring out, coating my digits. You look like you're able to stand any longer.

I help you to the floor where we lye down and embrace. I look at my fingers still wet with your essence and take them to my mouth. Mhhmm… luscious! This is a full meal, plus dessert. It's sweet and tangy like and exotic fruit whose taste you can't quite describe.

You're lying cuddled up to my chest still caught up in the afterglow. I kiss your forehead and notice the time on the wall clock; we've moved past lunch time, as matter of fact, it's dinner time.

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Hunger

By Nika

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