she waited for him
she knew his first instinct would be to look up
and so she thought she'd show him what he was coming hom to
he walked up and just before entering he looked up at their window
and there it was, small at first .... but the smile grew... beaming
she'd gotten the reaction she wanted
she heard him taking the steps two at a time
the door flew open
she caught her breath when she saw the look in his eyes
she turned her back to him, facing the window
moving just slow enough to wiggle her cheeks in invitaion
and he pressed her hard, against the window
and pushed into her, taking it the way she liked
til he roared and she screamed
and he stood back, when they were done, telling her not to move
watching him run out of her
smiling out the window because it seemed they had had an audience
she turned to him slowly and smiled
and spoke "Hello my love. Welcome home, how was your day?

it isn't and has never been just my need to do what i felt he wanted
it consume me
the thoughts of feeding from him, of him
the flutter i feel in my stomach
how my mouth waters, like i'm about to savour the greatest delicacy
my need to taste him....to please him....to devour him...to make him breathless.....
is ever present
you see it is all that , that somehow pleases me, fills the void, dulls the ache
my quest in personal satisfaction, my own pleasure .....
lays in the way i want to....NEED to....DRAIN him
both litterally and physically
when he is asleep, spent
i sit with my Cheshire cat grin
pleased as can be