We have all experienced the effects of not eating for a period of time. Your body, through your stomach sends out constant reminders that it needs food. As time goes on and the need goes unfulfilled so the mind becomes consumed with the need for sustenance. Both body and mind demand physical and mental relief that food will give them.
The hunger for sex is largely the same. When you have tasted the riches of an erotic banquet, so a sustained absence from feasting plays on your mind and body. What starts out as a desire and want can grow into a need, a demand. Cocks stay harder more frequently and for longer. Pussy's wetter, lips swollen, nipples harder and sore. All these physical manifestations send urgent signals to the mind for relief through the foods of erotic pleasure. The demand for sustenance, to satisfy the sexual hunger consuming mind and body only grows to torment and frustrate. The desperate need to taste the delights and seek release that carnal gratification will give, can lead to exciting but risky actions to achieve and satisfy mind and body.
My mobile quietly buzzes into life and the screen lights up. I look down at it to see who is phoning. Just two letters tell me, "HB". With our relationship intensifying in recent months we feel it is prudent not to have our real names displaying on our mobiles. A small change helps deflect any suspicions about our 'peculiar' behaviour! We opt for using abbreviations of our monikers we have given each other. My Horny Bitch is phoning me again, and as always a tingle of excitement ripples through me. I swipe to answer.
"Hi" I answer nonchalantly. We had talked several times over the last couple of weeks. Being apart as we were at this moment in time, this is the only way to keep in touch -- in touch with what we really want.
"I'm not hungry anymore" you say calmly.
"Oh?" I reply, questioning, searching and a bit disappointed.
"I'm fucking starving!" you sharply respond. "Are you busy?" you continue.
"Umm not especially" I reply wondering where this is going.
"I need some help" you say quietly.
"Oh?" I say again, this time more eager to know what help you need.
"I'm in the downstairs storage room and unpacking stuff from the exhibition"
"Ohhh!" I say, failing to hide the surprise from my voice. I had no idea you had plans to return to the office.
"If you can come down to help me" you add trailing off. Before I can gather my thoughts you add,
"Ohh and I have a Valentine's Day present for you as well. Come soon." You finish with a slight giggle and the phone connection is lost.
I wait a while. Not good just to run off downstairs as much as I want to. Don't draw any attention had become a staple of our needs. As I wait I am still in 'shock' that you are actually here having been away at an exhibition. Surprised ... yes. Pleased... Ohh yes!
Finally I leave my desk as I make my way down to you. I ponder on the fact we have had a full on January, highlighted with a doggy style fuck on your birthday. I was lucky with a bonus cock suck and swallow on the drive back to the office on that day too. Totally satisfied! The last couple of weeks on the other hand - nothing. Work commitments had ensured we did not have a single day together once in that period. The loss of time together increasingly reflected in our conversations and the tone of growing want for each other.
"This is frustrating" soon turned to "I really want you". It did not take long before the need became more noticeable in our conversations. "I'm hungry" and "I need to feast" and "Satisfy my cravings!" and "For fuck sake feed me!"
Without any doubt feast had definitely turned to famine...
In the past we had stolen the occasional moment in the storage room but always restricted our 'indulgences' to hot hard kissing and nervy fumbling's and teasing touches. While you are a rightful key holder to the store, sadly you are not the only one. The risk of someone stumbling upon us is always there and that thought curtails our desires to go further.
I gingerly open the door. You have your back to me. As always I love what you wear albeit in this case a simple white blouse and a dark grey knee length skirt. My eyes do linger on your arse before settling on stockinged legs and black heels. My cock responds to the desire for, and delights of you.
You are dropping and layering what seems to be marketing literature on the grubby carpet between the shelving on the right hand wall, and the one abandoned chair in the middle of the room. You look over your shoulder at me and smile slightly.
"Come in and lock the door and stay where you are." You say crisply. The authority in your voice ensures I obey your instructions! I watch quizzically as you continue to layer more pamphlets on the floor until you have completed a decent size glossy mat.