Craving What Won’t Return *NSFW* 🔞

It came back—
not soft,
not gentle,
but hungry.
A slow burn turned wildfire
in the hollow where numbness lived.

I ache.
God, I ache.
For hands that grip my hips,
mouths that taste my name
off the slick between my thighs.

My sex is no longer sleeping—
she’s loud,
needy,
shameless.
She whispers filth into my mind
and commands my hands between my legs
when yours aren’t there.

I miss the heat of someone else’s breath
panting against my neck
as I come undone—
not quietly,
but with a growl,
a scream,
a bite.

I went months
with nothing.
No spark,
no slick,
just silence between my thighs
and shame in my bones.

But now—
fuck.
I feel it again.
A pulse.
A throb.
A craving too loud to ignore.

I want to kneel.
Eyes down, mouth parted,
waiting for your hand in my hair,
for the order I’ve been starving to obey.

Grip my throat
just enough to steal my breath
while you give it back
with your cock,
your command,
your praise?
your moan.

I’m wet, dripping, aching—
for your control,
for your weight pinning me down,
for your voice telling me I’m yours
for feeling again.

I want your hands again—
rough, claiming, cruel in the way I love.
I want your voice in my ear,
that growl that made me forget myself,
made me yours.

I’d kneel.
In a heartbeat.
Eyes down, knees sore,
heart wide open and begging.

But you won’t take me.
Not anymore.
Not like that.
Not like before.

You’ve moved on—
or worse, never truly looked back.
And I’m still here,
wet at the thought of your command,
your grip,
your heat.

I fuck myself to the memory of you.
And it’s never enough.
No matter how deep my fingers go,
they don’t hurt like you did.
They don’t own me.
They don’t leave bruises
or bite marks
or permission to scream.

I want you to ruin me again.
But you won’t.
And I can’t come
to a ghost
who doesn’t want me anymore.

So I break—
every night—
aching for a man
who used to make me feel
like I was his.

Now I’m just a dirty thought
you no longer have.

And I’ll keep begging
in silence,
under covers,
with hands that pretend
they’re yours.