Elicit Taste (collection of one shot erotic stories)

Cravings

"Hmmm," I was hungry. I crave something that I myself cannot name. It tastes like those sweet dried gummies. My mind is clouded, I can't stop. All I think of is I want more of it.

Maybe it's the glass of pure GSM blue mojito or maybe the coldness of the room that I did not realize was cold until a wind blew right in my chest. "God." I gasped an air and tightly grab the sheet covering the soft mattress where I lay down. I felt it. The way that wet tongue touches the bare nipples that now stood as if obeying a spell. I feel like losing my sanity; I feel like being tickled but I don't want it to stop. I can feel it down there, like an unwanted pee that wants to flow freely, crossing my legs is the only option I have but before I did, a firm finger made its way inside, not too harsh but also wanting. And there, I let out something that I can't believe I would, a name in a pleasurable sing-song manner. "Oh, fuck," I wanted more of it.

However, the more I crave, the more it teases me - as if wanting me to suffer and beg for it. I am looking at this marvelous figure above me; those eyes were speaking, those parted lips, gasping for air and as if whispering --- for me to beg, for me to want it, for me to call for it.

The fire in me longed for fuel. I am craving for something I know unholy; something I don't want to name, something I crave. "Take me, please." But I could not stop myself from calling its name. My eyes were begging, my heart races not from wanting to run away but from anticipating that the casted spell would be granted.

A lip granted my wish. Tongues tangling, lips talking to one another. I am not the only that craves it. It wasn't just me that long for it. My heart and soul were filled with warmth. We filled the gap between us.

Our bodies speak to each other. Without words, we fulfill our hunger. We crave each other.