Longing fills my body, an ache that has no release. My pussy throbs, pulses, quivers. Need surrounds me – in my body and my mind.
I cannot cum until Sir allows it. Until He wrenches the pleas from my mouth, my soul.
I know I will beg for release, beg to cum, beg to release this ache. I will admit that I am His slut, His whore, whatever He demands, just so this sweet ache will be vanquished.
I tremble with need. My pussy, hot and wet, drips. Wet panties serve as a constant reminder of my longing.
I am a Good girl. I will not touch myself without His permission. I will not cum until He forces it from me.
I pray for a hot mouth on my clit. I hope for strong fingers in my pussy. I know I will feel his hard cock pounding my dripping cunt.
Until then, I live in a constant ache, longing oozing out of my very pores.