Visceral Desires

Today is not the day.  I'm not nice.  I'm not even civil.  I can't be polite or even rational.

I've somehow managed the last 10 days without a problem.  Then last night, my last conscious thought before I crashed was how much I missed Him in my mouth.  I slept hard and long.

This morning, I woke up pissed the fuck off.  

I don't want to talk to anyone.
Hear anyone.
See anyone.
Touch anyone.

Only He can soothe me.
~whimper~  

My desire for Him has overwhelmed me.  The need to have Him shoving into any and all of my holes is visceral.  Primal.  Bordering on fucking violence.  It vibrates in my damn bones and through my mind like an endless jackhammer, pounding away at every shred of control I have left.

I want to scream. 
Rage.  
I want to destroy things. 
Tear apart the world.  

I need to SUCK.
I need to FUCK.

Not patiently.
Not politely.
And sure the fuck NOT gently.

I need Him as fucking uncivilized as I am.

His grip hard and firm in demand of my body.
His arms around me tight, so His heat scorches me.
His fingers digging into my flesh, taking, bruising.
His teeth sinking into my soul, marking, claiming.

I need the taste of...
His tongue and lips.
His skin.
His fingers.
His dick against my tongue.
His balls between my lips.
His cum drenching my mouth.

I need the scent of Him...
Filling my nostrils, as His the dark curly hair at the base of His dick tickles my nose.
On my breath from the repetitive flood of His sweet nut.
Coating my skin with the steaming stain of His piss pouring over my tits, thighs, and ass.

I need the sight of Him...
His rock hard dick wet...
From my hot hungry mouth lapping, sucking, devouring His dick.
From pounding into my begging, dripping cunt that will squirt on His command. 

I need the feel of Him...
At the back of my throat.
Filling me, choking me.
His hand tight in my hair deciding when or if I should take my next breath. 

I need the feel of His fingers...
Plunging into me.
Invading me.
So I can take His fucking fist, like the greedy animal I am.

I need the feel of His dick...
Pushing deep against the back of my swollen, clenching vagina.
His dark hands forcing my slick pale thighs wide for His use.
Him grinding even further into my core.
Him watching my cum squirt shamelessly for Him.

I need the feel of Him...
Lubed up.
His pulsing head stretching my tight puckered asshole.
Pulling back...teasing us.
Again...that stretch...a little deeper.
His retreat slowly preparing me to be taken like I was meant to be.
More lube.
His aching head sinking in my hole.
My whimpers.
The hot pain slicing through my mind.
The tears stinging my eyes.
The need for Him coursing through my blood.
His grip holding me steady.
Another retreat.
Another round of lube.
My ass in the air begging for more.
The head of Him slipping inside me
His shaft tunneling into me.
Sinking...
Sinking...
Pushing deeper and deeper.
Until His length is fully embedded in my ass.
And primal darkness engulfs me.
To rut.
To mate.
To sate the visceral desires that He inspires in my soul.
Until I'm lost in Him.
Until we are so full with one another we can't take anymore.
Until my orgasms gush again and again from my cunt.
Until He cums hard and deep in me.

Until everything that I fucking am is His.

Maybe...
Just maybe...
After all that...
I might be fit for humanity again.

No promises though.  It may take a few rounds.  

Hopefully there's no property damage or urgent care visits.
~DominaKat