Comfort Food

I would rather be sliding down your cock right now, feeling you penetrate slowly, stretching me open; my body sighing liquid relief at your presence. Such a joyous pressure building with each inch in, feeding my hunger with this perverse comfort food, the best remedy for my stressful day.

Yes, I would rather be sliding down your cock right now, but it is three o'clock and the meeting is beginning. I grab chocolate instead.