Need
I was so wet. My nipples tingled. I needed him so badly. Where was he? What was taking so long? Didn’t he know that I needed him? I lightly touched my nipples through my thin cotton shift, the only thing I was wearing. Their hardness gave testimony to the intensity of my desire. Dinner was warm on the stove, but I knew that I would probably have to reheat it. No way would I delay the ultimate physical pleasure for simple nourishment. I knew I should feed him first, but the throbbing in my...