The thirst

All that mattered was the thirst.

There was no clarity in my mind about where I was, what I was doing, or who I was with.

All that mattered was the thirst.

It had to be satiated.

All that mattered was the thirst.

I was surrounded by a darkness I thought could only exist in the deepest recesses of my mind.

All that mattered was the thirst.

Yet, even in the complete darkness, I could sense someone there.

All that mattered was the thirst.

A growl rose from my stomach and into my throat. I was so close, I could taste it.

All that mattered was the thirst.

I growled and grunted, a wrathful predator snapping teeth at the air.

All that mattered was the thirst.

The growl was swallowed up by the darkness, then swiftly followed by footsteps.

All that mattered was the thirst.

The click of high heels approaching accompanied by the light creak of leather and latex.

All that mattered was the thirst.

Gentle breathing upon my neck.

I didn’t dare move.

A gloved hand met my face and drew me in. Skin met skin.

All that mattered was the thirst.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s