CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT

he was thirsty. thirsty like a rachet bitch, hungry for that spent feeling. an unnatural craving to have all his energy drained; all his problems poured, literally, into some whore's jerking body. he couldn't help himself - he was drooling from quivering lips, aching to taste just a sliver of a woman. or hell, even a man. he didn't care. he needed release. his groin tightened and flexed periodically, a reminder to keep his mind on path. the hellion was usually a man of smooth, fluid movements. but now, urged and controlled by a lucid, predatory need to unleash his pent-up tensions.. he seemed rushed, paranoid even. his convulsive body weaved between reaching willow tendrils like a caged animal bent on destruction, twitching uncontrollably and nearly foaming at the mouth. he wasn't sure how much longer he could take; wasn't sure how much more his groin could take before he exploded out of his own skin. he needed to find someone.. something. and soon.