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