Sometimes the need is so intense, there is a fire in me that only Master C can extinguish, a hunger that only Master C can satiate, a thirst that only Master C can quench.
As I lie naked, exposed, and available, I yearn for the touch of His lips and His fingers exploring my body; stroking and caressing every inch of my skin, working their way into the folds and cervices of my cunt, teasing my nipples, making my juices flow, feeding my inner desire.
I long to feel His teeth bite down on my nipples. I yearn to feel His tongue work its way between my labia and flick over my clit. I hunger for His cock to be forced deep down my throat, or to feel it stretching and filling my cunt.
I need to feel His body on mine; His weight bearing down as He pins me to the bed, inviting my surrender.
So often, as much as I want to serve and please Master C, to be His attentive and dutiful submissive, all I really want is for Him to fuck me, to use me and to take His pleasure from me.
Each thrust of His cock, harder and more forceful than the last. His hands, first around my wrists, holding my hands above my head as His cock drives into me, then moving to cover my mouth as I start to moan, then, finally, tightening around my neck as the pressure inside Him begins to mount.
I crave the release that only He can give me, and the torment of the denial that He so effortlessly causes me to endure. That intense journey to the edge of the precipice that He takes me to, so expertly, then holds me there until I can endure no more.
Is it instinct that tells Master C when I simply have to given the release of orgasm? Is it the experience of our years together; the knowledge of my body and its responses. Is it some combination of both? I don’t care. All I know is that however Master C gets me to that point, that is where I desire to be; where I need to be.
And then He fucks me. Slow at first but building the pace, force and strength of His thrusts. Filling my cunt as it stretches around His cock. I receive Him as He takes me; using me for His pleasure and gratification. My body is Master C’s to use, and use it He does, with a raw intensity that leaves me helpless and, ultimately, leaves Him drained.
I yearn for the increasing tightness of His body, the deepening of His breathing, the increased frequency of His moans as His climax approaches.
I live for the moment of Master C’s release; the moment where He softly moans my name as His cock erupts inside me, filling me with a thick load of cum.
I long for the afterglow, when we snuggle together; His arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against Him as His cum slowly begins to trickle out of me.
There are times when the only thing I need is for Master C to give me a bloody good seeing to; to lick me and fuck me, to take me an use me. This is one of those times where the need is upon me.