Sex and Hunger

You know, I honestly think that just thinking about sex burns calories! And I do believe I have said this before. Of course this is coming from a woman who spends her days thinking of delicious little morsels to tease your tasteful tongues!

...mmmmmm....yummy....

And what does it mean to me? It makes me starve, thirst and crave. For food, yes. I get very hungry when I think about sex. But not just any sex of course. Plain, old, boring, run of the mill sex? That's just butter on bread.

...for decidedly UN-boring...

But the sharp tingle of tantalizing torture, the mingle of sweat and lust. The bitter bite of digging fingers in flesh...hunger of a different sort. Hunger for more. Hunger for pressure; tight, pulling, pinching pain. Starving for the shock of a deep, driving thrust. Ravenous to be ravaged, blinded by immobility. Thirsting for the thrill of an immediate sensation of wet, searing need. And craving the creme de la creme. In other words? Famished for a fuck. And perhaps some Foie de gras.

...or maybe not...

Well...now that I've burned up all those calories, I believe there's something I must do! And I don't mean cook...
Emily