Starving

I can’t sleep because every breath feels empty without a cock inside it.

I’m lying here, sheets kicked off, one hand squeezing my tit, the other buried between my thighs, and still it’s not enough. I need to be split open, used, ruined. I need to feel a thick shaft stretch me until my brain goes quiet and all that’s left is the wet slap of hips on my ass and the ache of being owned.

I want to be fucked so deep I forget my own name, want cum dripping out of me for hours, want bruises on my hips shaped like fingerprints.

I’m not asking anymore.

I’m starving.

Someone come feed me.