I knew that there was something about B that I liked. At first I was just intrigued that we dated almost four months before he even attempted to have sex with me.
Now that I have had him, I'm hungry for more.
Still he denies me. He said that I'm not hungry enough--my need is not great enough. No so. My need is great. I am starving. I want him screaming and crumbling in my arms.
He's here right now watching me, and I'm ignoring him. He will NOT know of my need. He's taken the ribbons from my hair, he's wiped the lipgloss from my lips. He's pulled the tank-top over my head. My nipples are hard and aching. I'm dressed only in red crotchless panties.
He thinks that this is his game. And maybe it is. I hope it is. I want to be seduced into submission, and left tear-drenched, and trembling by the time he peels the last shred of clothing from my body.
I showed him my desire. "You are not getting it," I said.
He stares at me and smiles.