I have a craving. A simple enough desire, although it is all-consuming.
I want to touch your cock. I want to feel the silkiness of your skin. I long to feel the blood rush and engorge.
My fingers skimming your shaft, teasing your glans with the lightest of touches until your breath comes faster and you hiss with the desire - that is what I want.
Cupping your balls, gently massaging them before I lean over to lick and taste the crinkly skin - I need this, too.
I want to grip your shaft and stroke up and down. My mouth waters at what I could do to you as I watch my hand move firmly but steadily.
Let me breathe in your maleness, inhaling deeply a moment before my mouth engulfs you in a wet, heat. Tongue and teeth and suction all working together in tandem to bring you the ultimate pleasure.
Grazing sensitive flesh with sharp teeth, flicking my tongue over the tip of your cock, taking every inch of you down my throat until I gag - all to hear your moans, all to drive you crazy, all to push you to a brink where you take exactly what you want from me in the way you want it.
God, I crave you.