Deleted Member Posted November 17, 2021 I'm starving, malnourished. Not nutritionally. But I am starving. There are things in life that we all need to survive and those that we need to thrive. I have the things I need to survive. But I am definitely not thriving. Because I'm ravenously hungry. The hunger has been dormant for a time but has become relentless in thought; the need to surrender - my body and mind. I need to be devoured and satisfy this insistent yearning. It is an almost-feral need to serve: to lick and nibble; bite and suck; scratch and swallow. To be used; to be as libertine as he requires. It is not only the physical I crave. I am deprived of the mental connection, the binding of two souls in the deepest insatiable devotion; both famished, gorging on one another in exquisite savagery. Leaving no mental stone unturned, knowing all the recesses and hidden depths. I must find you, my Beast, before I succumb to the hunger; before this voracious drive renders me uncontrollable, wandering lost. I am restless, now, until then.
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