Author's note: Wrote this last night for my unofficial drabble123 sex series :) It's umm... whoever you want but I had Chuck/Blair in mind when I wrote it. And btw, this was heavily and shamelessly inspired by the shudderingly magnificent fourth installment of the Fever series by Karen Marie Moning, Dreamfever (book just came out but I'm not done so don't spoil if you have - and btw I loff you if you loff KMM). That woman has evocative powers out the wazoo. One minute my heart is cracking in pain and the next I'm shivering. I must have annoyed you all on twitter last night but seriously, this is me reccing this author. Okay? Okay. So that's that.
WHORE
I am beast, fire, storm and rain. Exhilarating. I am power and master and giver. Taker.
I am his, unquestioningly, unrelentingly. He owns me, as do I, him. It is logic and logical, no rhyme or reason, driven, nerve endings and heartstrings plucked along the way. It is blood rushing, drumming and screaming as life roars and he laps at my offered neck. No defenses...
Slave to desire, always (slave to a cynical heart, shields gone down for... me). He is my servant, to bid as I wish.
I am woman. I am earthy and that desire, that thirst, move me.
There is no ending. There is no beginning. There is just being, irrevocably.