Tonight I am definitely feeling like the Insatiabear. I don't know where the hell this came from (all right, shut up, it was probably the fact that I was browsing all you folks' hot writings for the past several hours), but right now I am, to put it bluntly, horny enough to fuck a rock. This isn't a gentle burn here, it's not a wish for snuggling and spooning and lovey talk. Oh, no.
No, this is hard and hot, savage, a dark fury. It's a desire to pounce and rend and tear. It's a wish to devour and be devoured, a crackling, towering inferno of lust. It's a wish to fuck and fuck and fuck, to slip and slide in and on and around you, fingers and tongues and cock and pussy and tits and hair and sweat and cum and oh god, yes, right there. It's imagining everything imaginable, a playground of flesh where anything can and does go, a series of scenarios, a plethora of positions, a symphony of screams. I want to cum in your pussy, on your tits, in your hair, on your back, in your laughing mouth. I want to make you cum with fingers, tongue, toys, vegetables, and my own cock. I want you from behind, on top, on the floor, in the shower, against the wall, in a chair, sprawled on a table, everywhere and anywhere. I want it until both of us are raw, sore and exhausted, until I can't get hard anymore and you've run out of pussy juices. I want to ruin clothing, bedsheets, carpeting, upholstery and wall decor.
And then I want it some more.
That's how I'm feeling right now.