The Submissive’s Hunger: Down on Jeremiah, Down to the Last Drop
I stepped into the shadows of the city, where desires lurk in alleys, waiting to be unleashed. The night air carried the scent of lust and cigarettes, a heady mix that lured me closer to the heart of the urban jungle. He had a name, etched in my mind like a wicked prayer—Jeremiah. My tale begins on a grimy street corner, under the glow of a flickering neon sign, where I was about to surrender to a force as powerful as gravity itself… his raw, unyielding masculinity. A submissive’s thirst is a peculiar craving, one that twists and coils in the depths of your gut, begging for release. And I, with a pen as my weapon, am about to unleash the graphic details of this encounter. Prepare to delve into a realm where pleasure and pain intertwine, and a willing submissive finds his solace in the dominant embrace of a man, every inch a god in the flesh.
“The Submissive’s Hunger” is a journey into the clandestine world of ecstasy, where moans echo against damp skin, and submission is the sweetest release. Down on Jeremiah, I discovered the exquisite agony of yielding, feeling his power in every stroke, in every drop. This is not a tale for the faint of heart, but a raw, unfiltered confession of a tryst—a brutal, beautiful dance of flesh and desire.
Brace yourself, for the night is young, and the hunger has only just begun.
Table of Contents
- Introduction to Desires Dark Descent
- Beneath the Watchful City Lights
- Searing Submission, a Private Show
- The Taste of Satisfaction on His Lips
- In Retrospect
Introduction to Desires Dark Descent
A chance encounter on a dimly-lit street corner in downtown LA set the stage for a night that would etch itself into my memory as a testament to the raw, unyielding power of desire. I was merely out for a drink when a tall, handsome stranger approached, his eyes burning with an intensity that drew me in. He introduced himself as Jeremiah, his deep voice caressing my name with hidden hunger.
That evening unfolded like a fever dream, clouded by lust and dripping with pleasure. In my submissive surrender, I offered myself wholly to his command:
- On my knees, gazing up at his chiseled form.
- Lips wrapped around his length, tasting him, feeling him pulse with each reverent caress.
- An intoxicating blend of salt and musk flooded my senses.
- The low grunts of his pleasure fueled my passion.
And when he finally spent himself down my eager throat, I savored every drop—a testament to the insatiable hunger we both craved.
Beneath the Watchful City Lights
The night blanketed the city, and under its cloak, I found myself at the mercy of Jeremiah, a tall, broad-shouldered dom who had answered my ad. His deep, commanding voice resonated through the dimly lit room, carrying a hint of a southern drawl. As his words caressed me, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Get on your knees, boy,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. Obediently, I sank to the floor, my eyes never leaving his commanding presence.
Jeremiah stood before me, his muscular thighs tauntingly close. I could feel his power radiating, the electricity of submission and dominance charging the air.
- His words, a delicious torment: ”You wanna taste it, don’t you?”
- My answer, a mere breath: “Yes, Sir.”
The anticipation was unbearable as I imagined his thick length filling my mouth. With a swift motion, he released his straining erection, commanding me to take him in, and I eagerly obeyed. My lips parted, welcoming his hot flesh, and I began a slow, sensual dance, caressing him with my tongue. My lips and hands worked in unison, stroking, teasing, and pleasing, driven by a deep-seated hunger to submit completely.
Searing Submission, a Private Show
I stepped into the dimly lit room, my heartbeat echoing in the tight space, a rhythmic drumbeat to this sinister seduction. The place reeked of sex and mystery, with heavy drapes drawn, casting shadows on the walls and a single lamp glowing, illuminating the subject of my desire. Jeremiah, the man who haunted my nights, his chiseled body glistening, was shackled to the bed, eyes gleaming with anticipation. I, his voyeur, his secret admirer, was about to become the master of his submission.
My gaze devoured his form, roaming over his defined muscles as he quivered:
- Thighs clenched, taut with tension
- Fingers curled into fists, veins popping
- Chest rising and falling in sharp, short breaths.
I approached slowly, feeling the heat of his hunger, and whispered, “Tonight, you’re mine.” My lips found his, tasting the salt on his sweat-kissed skin. He moaned into my mouth, and I moved lower, tracing his body with my tongue. Down his throat, I kissed, sucked, and nipped until his whimpers turned to needy pleas. My fingers teased, stroking his rigid length, stroking every inch of him until he surrendered. His climax was my prize, and I claimed it, swallowing every drop with a growl.
The Taste of Satisfaction on His Lips
As my lips met the smooth skin of Jeremiah’s inner thigh, I could taste the anticipation in the air. My tongue traced the path to ecstasy, a journey I knew all too well. He was my frequent surrender, his pleasure—my ultimate desire. With each kiss, I marked my territory, claiming every inch of his temptingly tender flesh.
My hands gripped his firm derrière, guiding him closer to my hungry mouth. I heard his breath quicken, a silent plea for more. And so I delivered, my skilled tongue now working its magic, swirling and stroking, a powerful force bringing him to a fever pitch. The moans, the whispered curses, and the trembling muscles told the tale of a man succumbing to pure bliss. The climax arrived with a force that shook him. I savored every second, relishing the unique power I possessed to reduce this rugged man to a quivering, obedient pet. So I lingered, drawing out the moment, until the very last drop satisfied my craving.
In Retrospect
As the city’s neon lights flickered and cast an artificial glow on the rain-soaked streets, I lay there, sated and tingling from the encounter. The taste of Jeremiah still lingered on my lips, a mixture of salt and musky sweetness. My throat, raw and used, pulsated with pleasure-pain, reminding me of the demanding depths to which I had just surrendered. He had taken every inch of my submission, feasting on my vulnerability like a starved man at a banquet.
I, the narrator, reveled in the exquisite torment of being his canvas, marked by his relentless hunger. The marks on my body, the bruises blossoming like dark hued flowers, told a tale of desire so fierce it left me breathless. Jeremiah’s hands, those instruments of pleasure and control, had guided me through the shadows of my own sensuality, revealing a world where pain was pleasure’s dark twin, and surrender was the ultimate thrill.
In the quiet aftermath, I listened to his steady breathing, feeling his warm body next to mine. The sheets bore witness to our passionate struggle, tangled and damp with the evidence of our raw need. It was a need I knew would haunt my dreams, calling me back to that dingy motel room, where surrender became my ecstasy and Jeremiah’s dominance painted a masterpiece on my willing flesh.
“Guess I’ll be seeing you again, boy,” he whispered, his voice rough and low. I shivered, knowing it wasn’t a question but a promise, and I couldn’t wait to answer its call.
Unleashing your deepest desires and laying them bare—that’s the true essence of this tale. Embrace the shadows, for within them, you’ll find a light that illuminates the erotic core of your being. The submissive’s hunger awaits; feed it and be consumed by the flame of unbridled passion.
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