InkyBlots

The prompt this week is “hungry.” Interpret it how you will. My inspiration came from feeding an skinny, abandoned cat today, but there are other kinds of hunger than that. What comes to mind?

Oooh, okay. Instant inspiration is always good.

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She knows it’s wrong – the tightening in her stomach and the pressure in her chest tell her that over and over again. And yet…

Oh, God. I don’t know if I can handle this much longer.

Sometimes she nearly gets tears in her eyes over her internal struggle. The want, the need, nearly consumes her along with the pounding of her heart. Her skin tingles in anticipation of the want she is so desperately trying to fight off.

She wonders why she feels this way. Her moral compass points her straight away, and yet she looks forever back over her shoulder, just wishing for some kind of whisper of permission so she can give into her primal urges.

No! It’s wrong. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t.

Biting her lip does little to distract her, yet she does it again trying to get some sort of relief from the desperate urge.

Tired now, it seems to much easier to her to just give in and slake her hunger. There will be consequences. Oh yes, she knows that. But she will be contented. Satisfied. Perhaps even blissful for a time.

Her resolve weakens even further, the guilt for her wrong thoughts no longer enough to keep her walking on the right path. She turns back to the place she had struggled so hard to get away from, giving in to the love she knows is truly lust. The ‘love’ she knows will regret in the morning.

But for this moment, for this time, tomorrow doesn’t matter. The hunger is all that matters.

But she’ll take it slowly. Even the primal urges can’t erase the fact that she knows this must be the only time she gives in. She can’t do it again, so this moment has to be perfect…

She pours a glass of milk to go with her triple chocolate brownie and, for a moment, she knows what true bliss is.