There’s just something about it. There’s something about the feeling of anticipation before. The desire that begins over the first messages, then grows over the first video chat, then blooms over the public meetup, then sparks in the hotel. The need grows with each step. The need to be used for my purpose.
It feels almost primal. It feels natural, like some deep hidden need is being fulfilled. My body yearns and aches to be touched, to be filled, to be abused. I crave the sensations. The feeling of the insertion, the fingerprints pushing into my flesh, the feeling of soft flesh being tenderized.
There’s just something that sparks in me, something that grows. It begins in those first few messages, and ends with the most primal needs being fulfilled. It ends with a fuzzy, empty, happy mind and empty balls. It ends with a satisfied man, and a satisfied slave. The come down is harsh, but it makes me want to do it all over again.