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    The Submissive’s Hunger: Down on Jeremiah, Down to the Last Drop

    Nine Thick InchesBy Nine Thick InchesApril 7, 2025No Comments7 Mins Read
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    The Submissive’s Hunger: Down on Jeremiah, Down to the Last Drop
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    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

    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

    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.
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    • 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

    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

    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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